For whoever searched for Snatch theme song, the name of the song is Diamond, and it was performed by Klint Harvey and Seba. It’s spiffy, to say the least, and is the second track on the soundtrack.
I love referer logs…
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For whoever searched for Snatch theme song, the name of the song is Diamond, and it was performed by Klint Harvey and Seba. It’s spiffy, to say the least, and is the second track on the soundtrack.
I love referer logs…
The coolest thing about the Emmy nomination list for this year is that the nominations aren’t dominated by crap actors who people think are “due”, and there is a good collection of non-network shows and actors nominated. The fact that most of the cast of Six Feet Under was nominated, plus Michael Chiklis (who’s show I haven’t seen, but man, has FX ever gotten a nomination for anything?). It’s a good sign I think that at least the Emmy’s can grow up.
Thanks to TiVo, these observations are all about a week old:
There, that’s it. It’s back to hell for me. See you when I get released.
So, let’s say there was this bus crash. Two buses, one carrying Ladysmith Black Mambazzo and another carrying The Chieftains collide, spewing band members, instruments and voice all over the landscape. That’s pretty much what Afro Celt Sound System sounds like. I was a little wary at first, but my friend assured me I’d like them. And, what do you know, I do! It’s definitely a weird combination, but it works.
We’re making marshmallows tonight! I am so excited. The recipe looks really simple and if we get brave we may try making chocolate ones as well. Then tomorrow, it’s over to my parents’ house for the big barbecue and s’mores for dessert.
In other insane the-end-must-be-near news, Jen and I beat her parents at pinochle!! To set this up for you, her parents have been married for almost three decades, and have been pinochle partners the whole time. Jen and I have been together for almost six years, and only play pinochle when we’re around them. So, this was a momentous occasion. It was unbelievable. Helped by my double-run in spades and dumb luck, we pulled off a herioc victory and exulted much into the night.
After winning, we promptly dropped the next two games in our usual “not a bang, but a whimper” fashion.
If you have DirecTV, definitely check out Sessions at West 54th tonight (ch. 315 @ 5 and 8 EST)! It’s the one with Imani Coppola and John Hiatt. Imani does an amazing 30 minute set that will absolutely blow you away.
Jen and I watched Married in America on A&E yesterday. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a documentary by Michael Apted of 9 couples about to get married. It followed them through the final days of preparation, up to the wedding, and in a couple cases, a few days after the wedding. Now, that wouldn’t be so interesting except that they’re going to follow up with the couple every 18 months (Mr. Apted also did the amazing 7up series of films).
It was striking how different each of the couples were, yet how familiar their problems were. Jen and I sat there saying, “They’ll make it,” and “Oh, they definitely won’t.” We ended up staying up until 1 in the morning talking about all of our married friends and how we see a lot of the problems we saw in the couples in the film in our friends. We also talked about how extremely lucky we are. We’ve been married for four and a half years (exactly 4.5 years yesterday), and while we’ve had our problems, we’ve figured them out and moved on. Some of the couples seemed to hold on to the little problems and bring them up in the interviews, which wasn’t a good sign.
I think my favorite thing about the documentary was they didn’t choose all well-off white-toothed yuppie couples, like you see in A Wedding Story. They ran the gamut, and that was great to see. They had:
The film’s very well done and if it’s on again, I would heartily recommend it. If you’re married, it’s a great jumping off point for discussion, and I think Jen and I both saw pieces of ourselves in most of the couples (me, I feel I’m just like Toni, but that’s a whole different story).
Things I learned in the hall on the way to the bathroom:
My post about the whole CIA thing yesterday was a little disjointed, mostly because I was upset about work, and just couldn’t handle any more bad news. I need to go back and read 1984, but doesn’t this all strike you as being vaguely familiar? Jen and I went and saw Sum of All Fears on Saturday. The movie made me angry. I couldn’t suspend my disbelief enough to think that a president would fold under the pressure so quickly and go nuclear (or as GW says, nucular) without at least first getting communication with the folks on the ground and figuring out what was going on.
And then, I read that George W. Bush has signed an executive order making it clear he wants to “remove” a head of state. I didn’t think you needed an executive order for that sort of thing, especially if the CIA is going to be carrying it out. It just seems like a plot point in a bad Tom Clancy book, or even worse, a bad Tom Clancy movie.
He Shoots, He Scores!!
I took my little brother (ok, he’s not that little anymore, but I’m still bigger and older) to the Thrift Store so he could look for a new monitor (in my day, there were no computer parts in thrift stores, just crap). While he was testing, I wandered the store looking for anything to keep my interest. I stumbled into a pile of CD’s, covered in dust and under some magazines. I had hit it – the Thrift Store Motherload. My other brother and I used to wander the pawn shops and thrift stores of Mississippi in search of the fabled Motherload – that secret stash of amazing music (or comic books at the time) that the owner is oblivious to the value of. We found many. I am sorely out of practice, and haven’t gone out looking for the sweet vein of value in a long time.
But here, I had stumbled into it. I got:
It was a small vein, but it was just enough of a reminder to bring back all those memories of muggy summer days in our crappy Cavalier, wandering the countryside in search of cheap treasures.