Music reviews, adventures in space, Morgan Freeman and summer plans
wherein the writer figures he should probably practice the mission statement of this blog
-Music reviewers have a unique job in that they, to paraphrase Chuck Klostermann, “review their mail.” At the risk of getting beaten by the Warner Lawyer Goon Squad, I won’t mention what album I’ll possibly be reviewing, but I’m a bit leery, to say the least. Reviewers tend to get a bum rap from assorted columnists that their job’s obsolete (like that one ass from Variety), but the description’s a bit more apt for music reviews, as it’s a lot harder to say something profound about an album than a movie or a game without breaking it down into the obtuse, minutiae-esque details. Ah, well.
-Picked up Mass Effect over break; enjoyed it a lot, as, Jade Effect largely notwithstanding, Bioware can do little wrong. Visually, there’s eye candy out the wazoo, but biggest thing that peeved me, outside of the motherfreaking elevators and most of the side quests being on the same level with a different texture (go get this on moon/ice/dirt/mountain level). Mass Effect 2’s already in the pipe, so hopefully, that’ll solve some of the problems; it sold well, so at least karma’s working to some degree.
-Just to feed as many things for Google to latch onto here, saw the Bucket List with the madre over break. Reiner hasn’t done anything worth shit for ages (see: Georgia Rules, Rumor Has It, etc…) and it’s not really a high concept film, but Nicholson and Freeman do the most with the limited material and really carry the film. If it was anyone else, the film wouldn’t work anywhere near as well.
-Doing the internship boogaloo, sending out cover letters, resumes, cover letters and more cover letters. God dammit. Hopefully, something’ll pan out, but is it bad if I don’t want it to? Call me lazy (read: I’m lazy) but after selling out my soul for a semester at a daily, with 40 hours a week and daily deadlines, it’s definitely made me a better writer and a better journalist (maybe), but the life of a freelancer seems so more laid back, lack of health care notwithstanding. (note to self: never get sick) Hopefully, something’ll pan out, but whatever happens happens. So it goes.
