Daily View, 7/6

• The Volkswagen Rabbit is back!! God damn it things like this push me closer to the edge every day (the edge=moving back to the Midwest, where people can actually afford things like cars and nice furniture). Sigh.


• Two words: Rope Yoga. Three letters: WTF.


• Not a bad idea: Office In A Bucket


• The 37signals boys always seem to be having the most fun at work... I'd quite like to be sitting around building sleek web apps, raking in international kudos, occasionally discussing quirky newsbits like balancing rocks and rooms within rooms with attractive geeks. Sigh.


• Karen Allen, who has never done anything that makes her anyone but Marian from Raiders, will be speaking at a screening!! (scroll to the end) I'm half scared, half intrigued. The rumors of another Indy film have been floating around forever—sure, Indiana Jones rocks, and another movie is awesome in theory, but old Indiana Jones might not be so much (though Jaysus, I'd love to see Harrison Ford recover any semblance of a sense of humor in his work). Sigh, as you can see I'm a little conflicted about this.


• Well, there it is. The NYTimes has pegged my problem: I need reprogramming. I was quite the Little Miss Athlete—varsity teams, captain of some of them by the time I was a senior... one season I even did double duty on the Cross Country and Field Hockey teams. I went to sports camps during the summers for soccer and tennis, even played soccer in college. And here I am, falling prey to exactly what they describe in the article. The gym bores the shit out of me. Yet the alternative is to join a team, and adult sports teams are nothing but meat markets. Arg.


• I had the misfortune of renting Ultraviolet. I am not ashamed to admit that I love Milla Jovovich. Hell, I want to BE Milla Jovovich. She is multilingual, hot, healthy, has amazing fashion sense, does all sorts of cool things like act in crazy sci-fi movies, play in a band and design clothes, etc. I dig her. But, and I'm sorry Milla, because usually you can do no wrong, this movie sucked. Not that it wasn't pretty and all, but damn. I want those 88 minutes of my life back. At least William Fitchner (laughing all the way to the bank, playing yet another lithe, attractive, hangdog weirdo) emerges relatively unscathed. Such is the beauty of being a good character actor in a crappy movie.


• Mouse rides frog to safety.


• Sure, I'm anti-war, but the real reason I'm posting this parody of the obnoxious MPAA's anti-piracy campaign is because I take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one who hates that duhhhh-duhhh-dodododo-duhhh-duhhh-dododo ad. Arg. Seriously, when you watch a movie a night, you hear that thing ALOT.


• Poor Orlando (it's true, though): In a canny shift, Disney chose the title Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest over the script's original title, Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Continuing Adventures Of A Vaguely Effeminate Johnny Depp And That Bland Guy From The Lord Of The Rings Movies.


• I don't really get the physics of this iPod struck by lightening story. Hm.


• Creatures.


• Smart cars are coming!


• Dancers, you're going to HELL!! Lol. My favorite line: "She is now in the vile embrace of the Apollo of the evening." Second fave: "she is to-day a brothel inmate, the toy and plaything of the libertine and drunkard." Jehosaphat.


• People move in circles...


• More Krrish!! No one will see this with me. I'm going to have to go down to the Indian backalleys of the LES and see this by my damn self. Sigh.