Well, I've finally decided to upgrade this site to the latest verison of Drupal. The actual process of migrating to version 7 wasn't too bad. The majority of issues came from Views and fields not being named or typed the same way they were in Drupal 6. Changing all the views by hand was not that difficult and it allowed me to do a bit of how cleaning withing views. Views in Drupal 7 is sooooo much better!
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After years of searching through record bins and online auction sites I have finally purchased a copy of The Golding Institute's Sounds of the International Airport Restrooms! This was Planet Pimp's final release and it has become the rarest title from that catalog. I am not sure why this one became so hard to find but I think when Sven-Erik decided to close shop he ending up destroying a lot of his stuff (just a guess).
Another year has passed here at the Pages of Fun so it's time for my annual assessment of the year in media consumption. This was a pretty underwhelming year for movies. If it wasn't for The Hobbit, which squeaked in at the last minute, there would have been no stand-out films for me this past year. To be honest, I haven't really been keen on getting out to see movies for a while. I did love the Icons of Suspense DVD collection I bought even though I didn't rate the individual movies that highly. I need to seek out more obscure foreign horror films this year.
I directed this short promotional video in anticipation of the release of my band's new record, People Live Everywhere. It's basically a shot-for-shot remake of a late 80s anti-drug public service announcement starring our drummer, Tony, and his daughter, Isabella.
I had thought that the whole occupy Wall Street thing had lost all its steam but then some cop had go and kick it up a notch by spraying a little peppery spice. Bam! All the sudden pepper spray policeman has become a rallying point for the OWS supporters. I suppose this is good for the cause, because, frankly, up until now they haven't had any sort of unifying message around which to rally. Personally, despite my general agreement about wall street bailouts and corporate cronyism, I never was a big fan of the movement.
It's been about a year since my last major site overhaul, so I have decided to do a little housekeeping here. I've tweaked the theme so it's a little less crowded and, hopefully, a bit easier to find your way around. That is all.
Well it's the first day of the New Year. This day means different things to different people. For my wife it means washing off the post-New-Year's-Eve-bash Sharpie moustache that she woke up with this morning. For me it means it's time to assess what I thought was the best of the media I consumed this past year.
With the demise of Drop.io I have had to find a new place to offer MP3s of my musical project, Martian Law. In the process, I have rearranged the site a bit and given all my releases their own pages: The Exciting Sounds of a Compaq P133 and Upgrade Downgrade.
This is the b-side of Jim Bakus' "Delicious" single from my not-so-vast record collection. The a-side is legendary, the b-side is still pretty good to.
Oh my. Most of my buddies on Facebook lean leftwards and I am anticipating an explosion of liberal rage come Tuesday evening. They can't seem to shut up talking about Christine O'Donnell, or whoever the right-wing boogeyman of the moment happens to be, while completely ignoring the main gripe of over-reaching government that is going to swing this election. I will try to document the "gosh, Americans are stupid" and "Somehow this is still Bush's fault" nonsense and publish it here.
My Halloween movie fest continued last night with a re-watching of Mother of Tears, the third film in the Three Mothers trilogy. When I first watched the film I pondered if it would get better on rewatching. Nope. It was actually more painful on the second viewing. What a rambling mess of a film with awful acting and dialogue all around. No screengrabs for this film. It doesn't deserve that level of respect.
My Halloween movie fun-run continues with Mario Bava's Kill Baby, Kill. Not really his finest work, but it is memorable for the scenes of the ghostly child at the windows: