This is Upsetting

I’m watching next week’s film for review, pausing as I always do to take notes on what’s happening/my impression of the film.  The ending seems a bit disjointed, so I’m making with the snark.  A little upset, too, as up until this point I was enjoying the (admittedly bad) movie.

Then, after one pause, it jumps right to the end scenes.

It’s been doing this throughout the end and, being unfamiliar with the film, I didn’t realize it.

Maybe it’s been doing it through the entire movie.

I don’t think so, as I haven’t noticed any jumps, but that’s beside the point.  Why the hell is the movie doing this?

I’ve never had problems with the media player I’m using?  Could it be the disc?

I’m thinking of pausing for now, then coming back later to check on anything I might have missed.  But really, this is upsetting.

More From the Department of Dunno Whether to Laugh or Cry

Two weeks ago I got a message from WordPress dealing with a minor triumph of mine.  And, you know me, not wanting to toot my own horn (new review over at WCR on Friday!) I sat on it.  But I figure now was the perfect time to reveal:Follows 001

If this trend continues, based on past data, I should surpass this achievement sometime in December or January, moving the “most follows” record up to a grand total of four.  While this is nice and all, I wouldn’t mind it if I knew just why the follows were increasing.  If, say, some sort of comment was attached.  Might give the event more meaning.

But that’s a wheeze for another day.

In other either vastly depressing or vastly humorous news, I discovered that I had in the previously linked post had the word “Department” spelt as “Deptartment”.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  Perhaps a .gif might do it:


Yeah.  Yeah, that about sums my feelings up on the matter.

Moments of Stress Define Us

Afterward there were accusations.  Hurtful accusations, like I was going too fast for the street I was on.  Insisting that I was going eighty, maybe ninety.  Stuff like that.

Which was ridiculous.  Limit where we were at was 25 miles per hour.  You don’t do ninety there.  Everyone knows that.  I was only thirty over, thirty-five tops.

There are rules for this sort of thing, after all.

All this is beside the point.  As we were heading at a nice, sedate, completely boring speed, I noticed a dip in the road.  Literal, mind, not a judgement call on some pedestrian in the street.  Which is an important distinction, as the former you reduce speed while the latter you put the hammer down.

Again.  Rules.

Despite going very, very slow, the car hit the dip with a nice, firm jar.  Beside me, Mom gasped on impact.  In the back, Brother Todd panicked.  He cried out, “Jiebiers!”

That’s right.  When in distress my baby brother calls out to his Lord and Savior Justin Bieber.

Now the thing that gets me isn’t what Bieber was supposed to do in that or any other particularly life threatening situation.  Which probably would be to pause in whatever he was doing, look around, say “Who the French just called my name?” then return to whatever it was he was doing.

No.  It’s why the hell out of all the names he could have called out for, he picked that one?

This is the kid who listened to Slipknot religiously as a youth.  Who introduced me to the Insane Clown Posse.  Whose current choice in music can only be generously be called music. You’d have thought if he’d call out some name, it would have been someone more hardcore.

Like Tom Jones.

You think you know a person.

Man, Not ANOTHER Anniversary to Remember!

Apparently yesterday was my eighth anniversary of signing up with Word Press.



I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: I’m thankful I’m not married.  My wife would have killed me by this point.

Eight years.  That means I was on Blogger for a single year, give or take.  Wonder why the hell I moved over.


Some days with Word Press I wonder like hell why I moved over.

Anyways, hurrah and all that.

(Geez, that makes TWO I’ve missed by a day.  Does this mean anything, I wonder…)

OH EM GEE PART DEUX! Two Reviews Ready to Go!

So with surprising speed I wrapped up a second review.  This one (shockingly enough) is of an actually feature film and not a short.

Imagine the novelty!

All that needs doing is transferring the file over from my word processor to Word Press (a process that has become a pain in my butt), making sure all the links link, the captions caption, and the formatting formatted.

What about proper spelling, grammar, and making sure the review makes sense?  Who cares?  I’m sure somebody else will come along and fix all of that stuff later on.

(Which is true, if you consider Future Cullen to be a separate person from Current Cullen.  Current Cullen certainly hopes this is the case.  If it isn’t, that strongly suggests that neither is Past Cullen, and Past Cullen was a lazy jackanapes.  Current Cullen has been correcting the reviews Past Cullen wrote and the errors HAVE NO END!)

Silliness aside, this coming Friday features the short film The Contraption.  Next Friday will have The Amazing Transparent Man (small spoilers: it ain’t that amazing).  The Friday after that, with any luck at all will also have a review.  Maybe The Cremators, maybe some Slasher flick or another.  Or perhaps another real short film or TV show episode.  Haven’t noodled it out yet.