Wild. You might recognize these. Argo and Mayster walked through something similar to get to the cafe in DBM. Although obviously that one was a bit more industrial.

…remember this when they come for your property. Hope they turn your homes into big-ass corporately-owned coffeehouses, so I can sip an espresso in one and say, "Here marks the spot where a golden opportunity was blown. Mmm, nice espresso though."

Found via Drudge.

Damn thing makes me laugh every time. It has nothing to do with the fact it's 4:30am. Leave me alone.

Not reprinted in black, though. Teasing bastards.

Well, Needcoffee.com, the website I started as a lark based on some insane discussions with Bailey back in 1997, is finally turning into a website you can take home to meet your mom. You know, as long as your mom doesn't mind filthy language. Or a terrible sense of humor.

We won the Bloggie for Best Kept Secret Weblog, if you can but dig it. If you want to check out our distinguished competition, I've set up a permanent little box on the right hand side of the Needcoffee.com page with linkage.

As I promised myself, I celebrated by going out to get Thai coffee. Unfortunately, the place was closed for another hour or so, so I went to Starbucks first and got an iced chai. I still felt kind of tired while I was waiting, so I sucked on a Foosh. Then I got two Thai coffees to go. Awwwww, yeah. Now I can feel my hair growing.

That's what victory looks like.

So this is the glamorous life of an online movie critic. I receive the above in my in-basket. With the subject line "You are evil and mean."

At first, this is puzzling, since the obvious assumption is that I'm being criticized for not being in favor of the Steve Martin/Beyonce remake. But then I realize this is taken from Rotten Tomatoes, and I haven't written up anything for the remake on Rotten Tomatoes.

It's a quote from my snippet on The Curse of the Pink Panther, that terrible sequel with Clouseau's "American son."

Why would someone defend that film? Anyone? Except perhaps Ted Wass.

Maybe…this is Ted Wass e-mailing me? Maybe it's Steve Martin himself, taking a moment before starting production on Cheaper by the Dozen 3. Regardless, it's obviously some kid using his dad's e-mail address, because "1971" is in the address and no one my age sends out e-mail like this where they look like they're twelve.

And my friend, you know what hell is? Hell is sending e-mail to a guy who just uses it to make a post on his site to draw more people into his evil and mean lair. Muhahahaha. Do it again and I'll post your e-mail address so everybody at your middle school will know you use those stupid emoticons. Now get off the computer and do your homework.

I love the concept behind their new concert film, Awesome; I Fuckin' Shot That!. For those who do not know, they handed out fifty cameras to audience members and let them shoot the film. They then got the cameras back, compiled the footage and the rest is history.

Apparently they're doing an advance screening before the flick hits on March 31st.

Also, if you don't have the most excellent Criterion DVD of their videos, that was pretty amazing as well. Grab that from Amazon.

Here's the most recent New York Times article, discussing Alan Moore and his war on the people who are fucking up the adaptations of his work.

I'm all for creators having a say–as long as they're contractually obligated to have it–in adaptations of their stuff. Hell, wouldn't you love to see something like From Hell get the Sin City treatment*? I still stand by our DreamCast for the film.

But here's the thing: throwing the money to your co-creators might be noble and all, O Wise Bearded Kickass Writer, but come on…why not take that money and throw it into your own publishing imprint? Use it to prime the pump so you never have to deal with anything but publishing on your own terms ever again? Granted, you're over at Top Shelf now, and I've dealt with them and they're some very cool people. But, hell, take the money and invest in the future. If nothing else, fund an online tutorial on how not to get screwed by publishing contracts. Something.

You say you got swindled. Fine. Use their own money against them, I say.

It'd be nice if you used the money to finish Big Numbers if nothing else. Sniff.

*–The Sin City Treatment, of course, is a full-on, no-holds-barred, no fucking around, no "let's set it in space," no "let's make it after an apocalypse," no "let's have it happen in New York instead," balls to the wall faithful rendition of the graphic novel on the screen. Not necessarily shot on green screen in black and white with color highlights. Just for the record.