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Friday, June 01, 2007
A new Space Monkeys! comic is posted today and it asks the burning question: what would you drink to survive?
I can tell you right now: don't drink the pee.
by Omar G. at 1:30 PM
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Needs more Swayze
I get paid to blog about the "Dirty Dancing" videogame.
Come to think of it I did have the time of my life.
by Omar G. at 5:57 PM
The fetus don't like the Spidey
Why did I think I wouldn't be daddy blogging? What is wrong with me?
The first of many stories that are only cute to me and mine:
We went to see Spider-Man 3: More Spider Shit at the IMAX theater in San Antonio. We actually held off seeing the film, failing to do our part to shatter box office records, because we had our heart set on seeing it at the IMAX. We drove our asses all the way across San Antonio, paid a premium for a matinee showing, only to realize once we got there that the IMAX screen is not appreciably bigger than a regular stadium-seating theater, just more curved.
Speaking of more curved: Tobey Maguire's chin. There. I said it.
So, whatever. Bring on the Spider-Man!
The movie itself was all right until it completely fell apart and turned to soggy poop toward the end. But in my wife's belly, the critic spoke: when the movie got crazy loud, our Mexican jumping bean began hopping and wouldn't stop.
Rebecca put her hat on her belly to try to muffle the sound a bit, but the IMAX Shake Your Bowels Sound Mix penetrated that and sent the baby into paroxysms. My wife looked worried. I put my hand on her belly and it was like, "Thump, thump, thump, wiggle, shake, THUMP!" At a crazy-rapid pace. The alien was alive!
My wife never mentioned it, but I just assumed we'd have to leave. The baby obviously hates summer blockbusters, prefers instead the films of Errol Morris and David Gordon Green. But we stayed and the baby settled. She put up with the ridiculous finale of the film, deciding to sleep rather than protest with her fists and knees.
So the fetal demographic has spoken: Spider-Man 3 is too noisy. I don't think the child cared for Kirsten Dunst singing, either.
by Omar G. at 3:09 PM
Monday, May 28, 2007
A new Space Monkeys! comic is up today. I know -- it's a holiday. Do you men never rest?
We're a week late, so last week was our memorial day. In which we honor our fallen commitments.
by Omar G. at 10:06 AM
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Photo by Larry Kolvoord, Austin American-Statesman
I always get really antsy and begin to fret when I don't have any stories run in the paper for a while.
Then sometimes, like this week, two big stories will run in a row and I'll go into the weekend feeling relieved and relaxed.
Yesterday, the Red vs. Blue story ran in Life & Arts. The guys at Rooster Teeth were great to work with and I was especially happy with the way a video that Brian Diggs shot turned out.
And today, the "Star Wars" essay that kept me awake at night sweating ran, and I wish you could see the newspaper version because the design that Dale Roe did kicks all kinds of ass. As of this writing, a sidebar about the Star Wars Society of San Marcos and a box of info on the 30th anniversary are missing, but I'm hoping those will be up later today.
And on a non-Omar note, the New York Times ran a great magazine piece this week about Judd Apatow. You should check it out.
by Omar G. at 10:45 AM
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