Daily View, 12/15

• I don't know about you, but this whole Hot Pot thing sounds amazing to me. Damn, I miss my asian posse from college—it there was a guaranteed culinary outing every weekend.


• GDBar mentions two very cool upcoming things: the Pixar thing at MOMA and a Marathon figure drawing session, complete with DJs and costumes! Sounds very cool...


• Great idea. Hideous product. Meet Compartment Man.


• Coke Blak... truly baffling, even by European standards. And blak?? Come on.


• I read stuff like this NYTimes travel article and start gteting annoyed... but excited to travel. Fuck, where is my voltage adapter, anyway? Hm...


• Yeah, I saw Kong. And then I promptly went for a beer to recover. My friend Ken brilliantly summed it up by saying that when it was good it was amazing, but when it was bad it was "spectacularly bad, like cat shit on a chocolate cake". The Village Voice review is full of nice gemmy quips like "the only thing stronger than the spaghetti straps of her chemise will be Kong's love." They also point out that "there is nothing in the new Kong to compare with the censored moment in the original when the ape rips off Fay Wray's flimsy wrapper and then, curiosity aroused, sniffs his fingers." Hm, perhaps because the big guy has no balls... literally (I tried to find a still shot but googling "king kong testacles" produces results of quite a different sort).


• Meanwhile, National Geographic had to get in on Kong by pointing out that the science of Kong's island is unrealistic. No shit, schoolmistress. Sigh.


• Toxic killer whales? Hollywood needs to get off its ass already—the future is not in space, it's here on this planet. Mutations and global warming all make for a number of riveting acton thrillers (not to mention cautionary tales). I'm writing one now.


• The Wednesday one-liners at Overheard in New York were great this week (or maybe that was because I was drunk last night): see here and here and here.