So, Hunter S. Thompson is gone. I’m gonna miss that sad seeker after a lost American dream, that solo traveler on the road to depravity via intoxication. He didn’t always make a lot of sense, but he always had a lot of sense, and he was generally pretty spot on about who’s really out to screw us over. He’ll be missed, at least by me.
I haven’t been writing a lot because I haven’t been doing a lot. I’m getting over the chicken pox, slowly, but I still don’t have all my energy back. I slept most of this weekend. I did finish reading AppleGeeks and Mac Hall, and if you’ve got a few spare hours, you should definitely check them out. They’re hella bad ass.
I saw Ray a few days ago, and I really liked it a lot. I didn’t have a lot of faith in Jamie Foxx, but he turned in a convincing, engrossing performance, and in retrospect I feel bad for doubting him. The overall plot was a little too straightforwardly VH1-Behind-The-Music, but the dialog was good and the pacing kept it from getting boring. It also had some really compelling imagery, and some flashback-style story hooks that added an element of suspense. Overall, it was beautifully shot and altogether well-made. \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/
