Deborah Benson, Hair Stylist

I caught up with Deborah Benson (a member of my tiny, tiny church) earlier today to record my first official Podcast. We spoke of Deborah’s career as a hair stylist, her brushes with fame and her brushes with death… or rather, her brushing OF death… with a curling iron (you’ll understand after you hear it). (This Podcast has been re-engineered to a shorter time and some content has been removed….especially the part about a certain country singer’s facelift!)

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The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (2005)

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Towel-less went I into the great gaping maw of the 12:01am Atlanta premiere of HHGG, anticipation mixing with excitement, stirring itself into soda mixed with peanut M+M’s, bubbling over into a growing expectation that the movie might actually be good, raining down into a puddle of foreboding that the movie was all too soon going to dash my heart upon the sharp and familiar rocks of cinematic best-intentions-gone-horribly-astray.

Something even more terrible than my opening sentence.
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The Time My Dad Was an Alumnus of GA Tech

Unlike a lot of you, I had no plans for what I would do after high school. No big dreams, no burning desires, no long-held expectations or lofty goals to shoot for and miss. I didn’t have a favorite college picked out and I hadn’t made any plans to spend my parents money learning how to become a drunk at some far off Academy from which I’d flunk out in a quarter or two.
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Computer Playset

Computer Playset BoxI was doing some spring cleaning today and ran across this awesome “Computer Play Set for 11.5″ Fashion Dolls” and thought I ought to post it to the site for all you true computer nerds to drool over. Heck, if Intel’s willing to pay US$10,000 for a dumb old computer magazine maybe there’s a rich dot-com billionaire out there willing to drop some decent cash on this little gem.
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Kung Fu Hustle

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It’s a lot of fun when a foreign language film breaks out of the art film circuit and into mainstream American culture, which will easily be the case with this movie. The subtitles were quickly digested by the audience, made all the more palatable with the zesty sprinkles of Warner Brothers “cartoon violence” (boy does that term steam my goat (no, I don’t know what that means either)).
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Sahara

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I can almost see the pitch: “See… it’s like, it’s like ‘Indiana Jones’ meets ‘James Bond’ meets….um, ‘Outbreak’, yeah, Outbreak, meets ummmm, ‘James Bond’ (again)…. uhhh, see?”

Still, ‘Sahara’ is a lot of fun to watch, delivering a great no-brainer action movie that would serve to spin Matthew McConaughey into a recurring role if the box office spikes on this preposterous, pre-blockbuster season release.
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Food Court Druids, Cherohonkees, and Other Creatures

Food Court DruidsThe full title of this book is “Food Court Druids, Cherohonkees, and Other Creatures Unique to the Republic”, written by Robert Lanham, illustrated by Jeff Bechtel (Plume, an imprint of Penguin, $12). Bright lime green with iPod style silhouettes of two strange looking people on the cover.
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A Young Man’s Fancy Radio Turns Against Him

If I’m not mistaken it was Alfred, Lord Tennisball, who so famously wrote: “In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love”. What Sir Alfie Tennisbaum didn’t know was that in the part of the country I come from, the unsophisticated blue collar south side of Atlanta, those thoughts of love are enhanced by a bitching car stereo.
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The Streets

Wow. I love it when a band makes me an instant fan, and that’s just happened with the UK group “The Streets”. It’s a matter of days before I head to Tower Records to load up on their new album “A Grand Don’t Come For Free”.

I first heard the song “Dry Your Eyes” on XM channel U-Pop and I didn’t know what to make of a Cockney dude rapping out the story of his girlfriend breaking up with him in real-time. But when the chorus eased in I started to catch the feeling of the band; street smart with heart. By the time the song was over I wanted to hear the it again. It was catchy and poignant and ever-so close to home.
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