The Atlasphere points out that the Atlas Shrugged movie is listed as in turnaround on IMDB Pro.

Honestly, I can't think of something better to happen to that project.

When you read an article with the screenwriter and it's obvious the guy either did not, in fact, read the book like he said or did not, in fact, understand it, it's pretty clear that it all should simply stop.

And when I say "did not understand it," I don't mean that the philosophy of the book escaped him. I mean that he, trying to avoid spoilers although the speech is pretty famous in its own right, stated that the speech that happens towards the end of the book has the exact opposite effect on "The Bad Guys" than it actually does. That's right: he failed to grasp the actual ending of the book as it was flat out written, screw all the philosophy.

Which means the actual end of the book, which seems more Hollywoody than anything else before it, would get completely passed up.

There is no way you can make Atlas Shrugged, the way it should be made, into a single film. It needs to be a Deadwood-esque maxi-series with a definite end. Yes, there's a DreamCast in the works for that.

The Format gave a great show. They even ended up by smacking the living crap out of Van Morrison's "Caravan." One of the best live covers I've been witness to since Tracy Chapman and her band tore the hell out of "Proud Mary" several years back.

I realize all the bands are all buddy-buddy and all, but the first two bands were strictly Big Spring Jam material. Honorary Title has a great lead singer but when they dwindle to a three-piece they tend to waste him.

Although if there's one thing I don't miss about being in a band, it's coming home smelling like a fucking ashtray.

On the comic side of things, Y #57 made me forgive Vaughan for the part of the series where it wandered off course. Suddenly Yorick goes from the Last Man to Everyman. Wow. Nice.

And Kirkman confused the hell out of me with the latest issue of Walking Dead. Something nice happened for once? The world makes no sense anymore.

I owe Karl a response. Soon enough.

More later. For now, the coffin calls me.

I spiked a container of cran-grape juice.

The caffeine content is so high, I poured some into a Disney glass. Sneezy passed out and convulsed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

600mg of ibuprofen. Check.

400mg of caffeine. Check.

Washed down both with a Red Bull. Check.

So. Let's see how much we can accomplish now, yes?

The menthol burns.

My body has taken the aspirin within and is currently torturing it by poking at it with long sticks.

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So Doc and I were talking about Living Colour, and how their Wikipedia entry says that:

Candidates for the bass player position vacated in 1992 by Muzz Skillings and eventually filled by Doug Wimbish included Melvin Gibbs (most known for having spent a long tenure with Rollins Band) and Me'shell Ndegeocello.

First of all, Wimbish is pretty freaking good. He also played with Seal on his first (and best) album. But the Weight version of Rollins Band is my favorite, and Gibbs was on board for that. And Ndegeocello's stuff, especially Plantation Lullabies, is awesome. So I wonder what Living Colour would have been like with either Gibbs or Ndegeocello on bass.

Which leads me to something I've thought of before: doing music-related alt-history stuff on Needcoffee. But problem is, since it is so audio-based, being music naturally, it really does lose something. Or DreamCovers, where you can have the ultimate Culture Club cover album, for example, and talk about what "Church of the Poison Mind" would sound like covered by Marilyn Manson, or what "I'll Tumble 4 Ya" would sound like covered by Fishbone. Don't ask me why Culture Club sprang to mind first. Could be any band.

Anyway, the Primus cover of Metallica up top is because Doc marvelled at what Metallica would be like if Les Claypool had replaced Cliff Burton. Faaaascinating.

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