More quick hits
-- Wired is carrying a feature on George Lucas
. It focuses mostly on his directing, which is odd because Lucas hasn't directed a good film in what, 25 years?
-- I've been listening again to Franz Ferdinand almost exclusively this week. It's been a while, since I listened to them for most of last year until I was sick of them, and then I listened to The Killers until last week, when I finally got tired of those guys. I almost forgot how great their record is, from top to bottom. If The Killers were Duran Duran, Franz Ferdinand are totally the Talking Heads.
-- Paul Graham wrote his most interesting essay
in a while (since he slammed Java
as a language for the unwashed masses). This time he talks about PR firms and how much influence they wield. Good read.
-- Got a chance to catch the pilot of Veronica Mars
last weekend, which had been given glowing reviews (and Buffy comparisons) by both Salon
and Pop Matters
. It was alright, I'll probably watch it again. It doesn't carry Buffy's sardonic wit, but the title character Kristin Bell is more likeable than Sarah Michelle Gellar (I think she's prettier too). She's just a little too old to be playing a teenager, which could be a problem if the series lasts more than a couple of seasons. No Xander or Willow, but her dad's played by Elliot from "Just Shoot Me".
-- Between JAm
, the "Anna"
Pantene commercial, and Jim Paredes
, I've got the song Anna stuck in my head. Oh Anna, can't you tell and see, what you're doing to me? Oh Anna, this feeling I just can't hide, keeps driving me wild, oh Anna...