Friday, March 31, 2006
The More You Know.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
update
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
It's time to declare a successor
baby seals are adorable, but...
Just Bounce With Me
posted by RICK : 1:14 AM
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.
Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
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Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
update
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
It's time to declare a successor
baby seals are adorable, but...
Just Bounce With Me
posted by RICK : 1:14 AM
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.
Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
It's time to declare a successor
baby seals are adorable, but...
Just Bounce With Me
posted by RICK : 1:14 AM
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.
Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
0 Comments
Monday, March 27, 2006
No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
baby seals are adorable, but...
Just Bounce With Me
posted by RICK : 1:14 AM
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.
Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
0 Comments
Monday, March 27, 2006
No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
Just Bounce With Me
posted by RICK : 1:14 AM
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.
Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
0 Comments
Monday, March 27, 2006
No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
On Sunday I was walking home from work pondering if I should finish watching season 1 of "Rescue Me" before or after I did laundry. I'm not entirely sure what my decision was, but I did decide to mix in a new element to my laundering process: dryer sheets. The way I used to look at it, dryer sheets were completely unnecessary. Static cling is no more real than the boogey-man or actual blond hair, I used to think. That is until two weeks ago when I tried to dry that piece of bedding that does between the mattress and the sheets (the pad?) with some of my shirts. Low and behold, things were sticking together like two glue monsters in a 69 position (too much?). So I bought some dryer sheets at Rite Aid.Here's the catch: I'm not into perfumes. Dryer sheets, however, seem to be almost entirely perfume. I looked at the myriad brands for sale and smelled each of them. Old-school Bounce seemed to be the best bet, and least obnoxiously pungent.
It did the trick. My laundry was oh-so soft and stick-free. I go home, put everything away and put on a movie (Whit Stillman's "Barcelona"). Halfway through the first act I realize that I'm having trouble breathing. The open box of dryer sheets (now sitting on my floor) had created a near-unbreathable-scented-fog. And I couldn't stomp it out. The box and its contents were poluting everything. My room smelled like a $40 hooker*.
The solution consisted of me wrapping the box in about 4 layers of plastic wrap and then stuffing it in a Rubbermaid tub. This seems excessive. Has anyone else had such aromatic troubles with dryer sheets? Am I using them wrong? WTF?
*The $40 hooker is not to be confused with the $2 hooker, who refuses to bath and has a particularly fierce disposition. The $40 hooker, on the other hand simply wears too much perfume. The $40 hooker is really your best deal.
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No. Big. Hair.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
SPOILERS!
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
The Truth About Snakes & Planes (and the snakes ON the planes)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chevy's
posted by RICK : 12:30 PM
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.
There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
On Thursday the super-cool G and I went to a screening of the new Beastie Boys concert film. It was pretty kick ass. For those of you who aren't "down," the movie was shot during their October 2004 show at Madison Square Garden. The gimmick: they handed out 50 HI-8 cameras to fans in the audience under the guidelines that they had to KEEP FILMING. All in all, I'd say the idea worked quite well. If you like the band, you'll like the movie.There were only 3 screenings on Thursday and the only one we were able to get into was at a theater in Battery Park. So we had to go downtown. Wayyy downtown-- the part of Manhattan that turns into a ghost-town after six o'clock (I blame the terrorists, or the banking industry and their CRAZY 9-5 hours). In any case I was starving. Downtown New York City doesn't lend itself to spontaneous food consumption like the rest of the city does. It takes a little more planning. Personally, I don't like to plan. Maybe some of you have discovered this?
We ended up at Chevy's (home of the FRESH-MEX!). The decision was made out of necessity with a decent dose of irony thrown in for good measure. Chevy's is kind of like a more southern Chili's or a less southern Chi-Chi's depending on your latitude. But really it's a proud member of the sit-down-chain family of restaurants. We all know these establishments, and in most of America they are synonymous with "eating out." I was raised on them, and I suspect most people who grew up in the suburbs were as well. This is fascinating to me.
Generally speaking, most towns of 100,000 people or more are in no short supply of restaurants, and while the sit-down-chain may have the most obvious presence it certainly isn't going to be the only option for a family of four to grab a decent meal. But it usually wins out. Why? It can't be because of the food. Sure, you're rarely going to find something completely objectionable (though the crazy mayo-fused sauce on G's Steak-Tacos seemed suspect), but you're never going to encounter someone saying, "Applebee's makes the best hamburger in the free world!" If anything, they make a perfectly acceptable hamburger in the free world. The same is true for the general value as menu items are rarely given a NICE PRICE sticker.
The fact of the matter is that most families (and I suspect most people) have a go-to list of restaurants. They trust this list. It is a list made from painstaking repetition factored together with low-expectations and proximity. Here is the Pecoraro go-to restaurant list used between the years 1993 and 1997 (list includes sit-downs only):
-Applebee's (The nationwide leader in grilled Americana)
-Valentino's (Nebraska's premiere Italian chain and dubbed "best pizza ever" by people who weren't forced to eat copious amounts of it in Millard Cafeterias during the late 90s)
-Village Inn (merchant of all-day breakfast, pies, and underage smoking)
-Fuddruckers (gourmet burger chain that I still kind of like)
-Grab bag: this spot belongs to an rotating cast of local eateries that, interestingly, are almost all pizza places (Zio's, Sortino's, Godfather's, Big Fred's more)
Now then, did we only hit up these places because my family wasn't adventurous? Well, that case can probably be made, but I think the better case is that we knew everyone liked them, and they were familiar. Familiarity goes a long way. It's almost exclusively the reason I have friends.
"Rick, I like you. You remind me of this kid I knew in high school," you say, "He was considerably cooler than you, if I remember correctly."
"I'll take it!" I respond.
If you're hungry and you're in a car and driving along a street populated with restaurants, familiar logos go a long way, even if there's a chance that a smaller restaurant will actually provide you with a better meal. This illustrates a key point, being the difference between eating-out for entertainment and eating-out for survival. Survival eating rarely involves chances. Survival eating also doesn't care much about authenticity or even taste, for that matter. Survival eating is pure-- it's just about the food. It doesn't even have to be food, as long as you can chew it, but there is one thing that it does demand and that's free refills.
I'm off to Fridays.
0 Comments
The Faint is* leaving Saddle-Creek.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
"It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
"I Disappear""It's just so much better than everything else!"
Monday, March 20, 2006
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
The brilliant un-comedy of "Sons & Daughters"
Sunday, March 19, 2006
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
brother, you can believe in stones
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
NCAA Tournament (y'know, for the ladies)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
"Just One of the _____"
posted by RICK : 9:37 AM
The best part of the Wikipedia entry for the popular 80s teen-flick "Just One of the Guys is about halfway down the page where it says, Spoiler Warning!
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
09/2005 | 10/2005 | 11/2005 | 12/2005 | 01/2006 | 02/2006 | 03/2006 | 04/2006 | 05/2006 | 06/2006 | 07/2006 | 08/2006 | 09/2006 | 10/2006 | 11/2006 | 12/2006 | 01/2007 | 02/2007 | 03/2007 |
I'll give you a clue. The title is slightly misleading.
0 Comments
The Ebbs and Flows of What Is Recoil
Saturday, March 11, 2006
2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
0 Comments
Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
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rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
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Stein |
Moses |
G |
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Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
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2 Great Theater Experiences.
posted by RICK : 11:33 AM
First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.
A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
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Friday, March 10, 2006
GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
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First: it should be noted that while I still love movies, I no longer love them more than I love television. Television, for all its problems, is endlessly more fascinating than cinema (and all its problems). However, while I'd sit down for 9 hours to watch an entire season of a television series before I'd sit down for 90 minutes and watch a movie that I might not have seen before but have still "seen before," I'd without a doubt go see a movie in the theater before watching anything on a television.A brief tangent: wasn't it kind of weird during the oscars last week when they kept jamming "the movie-going experience" down our throats? It was. And it wasn't. Sure, Hollywood wants to preserve its bottom line and its currently losing it to DVD and the internet and the new iPod, but some of the rest of us just want to make sure there's a place we can go in the summertime that is dark, air-conditioned, and not in my livingroom. Of course, it'd be nice if they were showing good movies. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Last Saturday I went to see Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at what is likely the greatest movie theater in North America, The Ziegfeld. Its a huge, deco, theater with something like 1200 seats and an enormous screen. I wasn't expecting a big crowd, but given the size of the place it was well populated. The movie itself, which I realized after 20 minutes, I had never seen in its entirety was good, but the crowd was better. They clapped when the lights went down and when the credit, "and Sean Connery as Professor Henry Jones" came on the screen. They cheered the good guys and booed the bad, and yet it never crossed over into that horrifying region called "fanboydom." It'd be like seeing a Star Wars prequel on opening night but with the crowd consisted of mostly people over the age of 25 who traded their Jango Fett costumes for dates and sport coats. It was the type of movie-going-experience completely devoid of both pretensions and cluelessness. The audience that night knew what movie they were paying for-- an homage to the Saturday-serials of our parents generation, not a ticket to the reliving of our own childhoods.
The second of the titular experiences was on Thursday night. After work, like every first Thursday of the month (there were scheduling conflicts in March, which pushed it back to the 2nd Thursday), the New York 1 movie club convened for our monthly outing. It was my pick this month and I went with Dave Chappelle's Block Party, a selection that was initially greeted by my fellow movie-club members with resentment and scorn, but in the end won not only their hearts but their minds. The actual theater experience, like Last Crusade before it, was top-notch, but in a completely different way. First of all, 3 of the 4 NY1-Movie-Club members were kinda-sorta-bombed (the show started at 11pm. At 10:30pm we went into a bar to grab a quick drink. The quick drinks happened to be 2 Irish car bombs in about 4 minutes. SWEET), and the 4th member was high-on-life (and kettle-corn). So we had that going for us. Also adding to the vibe was a group of about 14 "kids" who, when it comes to traditionally theater etiquette, were "rowdy." I wouldn't have had it any other way. Block Party, which has taken an early lead for 2006 Movie-o-the-year, is quite frankly, joyous. This is not a movie to see in the middle of the afternoon on the upper-east-side. Yelling at the screen, singing along to the performances: all perfectly acceptable to this movie-goer, if not absolutely necessary!
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GinCork Updates!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
Rick |
Dynamarx |
rus-trick |
ryan |
The Potato |
JDM |
DrNewsie |
Mr. MS |
AK |
Brooke |
Stein |
Moses |
G |
CarrieOkie |
Jen |
Duhn |
M. Moore | Laura |
Mr.T |
kat |
abby | Greg
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A prime candidate for the 2006 "Dudies"
posted by RICK : 2:44 AM
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.
Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Did anyone catch the second hour of last night's "24"? To begin with, the series implimented one of the best mid-series shake-ups I can imagine (which is even more impressive on "24," a show that while alternatingly jaw-dropping and boring is never really all that surprising). But I'm not writing this post to discuss how the fuck they think they're going to get out of the current mess they've sealed themselves inside of. No sir, I'm here to bring attention to a new character on the show. A character that can really only be classified as "some dude." The torchurous Kim Bauer, who had been delightfully abscent until this particular episode, brought in her new boyfriend/psycho-analyst (as oppose to her anALrapist)/dude to CTU. His name is (perfectly) Barry, and he sports not only a horrible shirt/pant combo but perhaps the most hillarious goatee ever to grace network television. Yes, Barry, you are very much in the running for a "Duder"-- the award bestowed yearly for the very best in dudeatude and dudeliness.Hat's off to Barry.
(Oh, for those who don't spend every waking moment of their day watching pictures fly across a plastic box, the above image is not "Barry" but Edgar, who was too judgemental of his fellow co-workers to make it out of tonights episode alive. R.I.P. Edgar, you will be missed.)
0 Comments
in like a lamb: commencing my third month in the great white north
Welcome to "What Is Recoil?." If you would like to post something on this blog, but don't have a WIR-Blogger login, then send me an e-mail, and I'll make it happen. SHAZAM!
-Rick
(co-creator)
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