tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343728512011-04-21T14:17:14.488-04:00This ain't no party! This ain't no disco! This ain't no fooling around!Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-29585269549277001962007-04-23T00:25:00.000-04:002007-04-23T00:39:26.323-04:00

After some time off, Bonbon Confetti Artillery is back and will hopefully be updated at least weekly. More updates on real stuff going on in my life later (including pics from this year's New York Comic Con and a visual tour of my room), but the first post after a long hiatus is a comment on the tragedy that's dominated the news.Yes, I'm going to talk about the shootings at Virginia Tech.Heroes

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-60139090453840118562007-02-09T10:51:00.000-05:002007-04-23T00:44:37.208-04:00

I'm really looking forward to the new Andrew Bird album, Armchair Apocrypha. I've listened to "Heretics" and "Plasticities"a bunch of times now and based off those songs and three or four other songs I've heard off the new album, I'm figuring the album will be in my top 20 or top 10 of the year.For a quick Andrew Bird fix, here he is on a "Jack's Big Music Show" helping puppets fix their dulcimer

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1170623050280374632007-02-04T16:00:00.000-05:002007-02-05T14:38:35.866-05:00

Been low on posts lately since I've been busy getting stuff done. I will say that my "read 10 feet of comics and books" New Year's resolution is going swimmingly. After the first month worth of measuring, it turns out I pretty much read that much junk anyways.Need pizza and beer before the Super Bowl, and given that all of the Super Bowl commercials have sucked for the last three or four years,

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From Fishing with John, one of the best TV shows ever, here's Tom Waits and John Lurie fishing in Jamaica.

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A brief second recommendation for a comic mini-series released last year is The Escapists, written by Brian K. Vaughn with art by Jason S. Alexander and Steve Rolston. A pseudo-sequel to The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, The Escapists covers a couple of modern-day comic book geeks' attempts to create a new comic series featuring The Escapist, the fictional comic book

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Mouse Guard, written and illustrated by David Petersen, was one of the biggest surprises to come out of 2006. It's a small press, all-ages comic book about talking mice who are members of the eponymous group of elite medieval warriors who help average mice travel from mouse village to mouse village. While slaying a dreaded snake, however, three members of the Guard learn of a plot to undermine

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From February's issue of Harper's Magazine:"James Lovelock, the founder of the Gaia hypothesis, said that the earth has a fever, and predicted that a warmer planet would be unlikely to support more than 500 million humans."Lovelock added that the only prescription is more cowbell.

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The fine people at Improv Everywhere have updated their site with more links, photos, and some video for No Pants 2k7. One of their links goes to Downtown Express, a weekly publication in lower Manhattan. The Downtown Express No Pants 2k7 story boasts the following tasteful pictue...Yes, I can now not get a job in lower Manhattan.The last time I was in a small newspaper was at age 5 or 6 for an

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Yesterday I participated in the Sixth Annual No-Pants Subway Ride put on by the fine people of Improv Everywhere. More than 200 people (maybe even approaching 300) got together and took off their pants on the uptown 6 train, got off at 125th street, hung out on the platform, and then rode the downtown 6 train back to around city hall. It was a fun time had by all and it gave me an excuse to not

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Last year, voters made a crucial decision that would affect the course of human history. It would have a lasting impact on not just the lives of our children but our children's children as well. And I think people also voted for a bunch of Congresspeople or something, but I can't be sure.The glorious bit of democracy referenced above was Warner Home Video and Amazon.com's DVD Decision 2006, a 30-

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The best part about New Year's resolutions is their quixotic nature. Given my shoddy track record with last year's New Year's resolutions, there's a certain sense of failure built in to each of my proclamations, as if breaking a New Year's resolution can be justified simply by saying, "Well, it was only a New Year's resolution."This is why my only resolution I'm making this year is something so

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1167583456639909942006-12-31T11:30:00.000-05:002007-01-01T02:59:53.176-05:00

Who woulda thunk it? Rocky Balboa is actually a good movie, ranking as the second best in the series (the original is still untouchable). Sure, it's wordy, and sure, there's a goofy monologue about not giving up every few minutes, but it's a movie with its heart in the right place... and of course there's that familiar shiver of awe as soon as you hear the horns in Bill Conti's score that harken

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To the editors of Time Magazine,Thank you for naming me person of the year. It's not often that I receive such lofty praise, so I'm almost at a loss for words -- an ironic thing since you've bestowed the honor not just to me but to the other verbose bloviators in the self-important realm of the internet. Yes, bloggers, people with MySpace accounts, YouTube users, and contributors to Wikipedia

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If you didn't know, today, December 5th, is the Day of the Ninja.That said, if you are a pirate, you are pretty much screwed because ninjas will totally flip out and kill you more so than usual. Furthermore, a cutlass is no match for a good ninja-ken, you grog swilling schooner monkeys. Your flurries of "arrrr" will be met with stealthy silence.So in honor of such a momentous day, go rent

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1165278391574021622006-12-04T19:21:00.000-05:002006-12-05T22:38:50.593-05:00

I'm often asked "Hubert, what sort of gifts do you give people you don't like?"Actually, I'm not often asked that. In fact, any time a spokesperson says, "People often ask me" or some iteration of that, in all likelihood they have rarely, if ever, been asked that question. So to be honest, people often ask me what time it is, if the subway train is express or local, and why I have an apple on my

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Sparse on updates lately, but more in the next few days. It's time to explore Roosevelt Island on a nice though chilly day. Since the weather's nice, figured I might as well post this video of The Decemberists covering the Electric Light Orchestra song "Mr. Blue Sky."And yes, I'm highly amused by the faux-feud between Stephen Colbert and The Decemberists.

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I was shopping for books as The Strand over the weekend, trying to spend my Cingular rebate for my new phone (paleontologists tell me that my previous phone was originally from the Cretaceous period). One of the occasionally fun but usually irksome things about going to bookstores is listening to the pretentious people trying to impress others with their own non-extant wit and intellect. Inside

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Still a tourist in the new city I live in, I decided to check out some of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I used to find parades boring as a kid. These days, though, as if hardwired into my genetic make up, triggered to go off once I reach a certain age, I suddenly enjoy watching marching bands in gaudy outfits, ornate floats, and oversized balloons that dominate a city street, casting

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I like Errol Morris documentaries. They're these beautiful visual essays pieced together with reverence and awe and meticulousness that comes across as natural rather than procrustean. Though The Fog of War and The Thin Blue Line were incredible pieces of filmmaking -- the latter was even able to free a man from prison -- I still think my favorite is Fast, Cheap, and Out of Control, Morris'

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To the left is the shirt I wore to Evil Dead: The Musical way back in early or mid October. That's an old photo, by the way. Don't want to have you think that I'd keep dirty laundry around that long... well, I do, actually, but that shirt's been washed by now... I think...Moving along, for those not familiar with The Evil Dead, it was one of those sublimely fun 80s horror movies that spawned two

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It's raining quite heavy in New York right now, perhaps as some meteorological correlative to yesterday's elections and today's announcement about Donald Rumsfeld stepping down. The cliché about raining and pouring has proven true; the Democrats on the verge of majorities in both the House and Senate, the latter hinging on Webb's slim lead with provisional ballots and a precinct or two left to

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My uncle went back to the Philippines to visit family and will be away for a month. I thought that there'd be a respite from Bunkerisms, questions about cereal, and requests to borrow money for Barbies. Apparently I was wrong.I went to a CMJ-related event in Williamsburg last Saturday and before heading out I told my aunt where I was headed."Williamsburg?" she asked."Yeah, just off the L train,"

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I remember seeing this video of Kirk Cameron and his friend Ray Comfort and marveling at their line of reasoning... Marveling in the "what a foolish oversimplification of something that is much more complex and puzzling" way and the "I see you didn't think your analogy out that well" way.I see that they're going with some sort of teleological argument for the existence of God and I do think that

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1162518060866566342006-11-02T19:53:00.000-05:002006-12-08T10:45:16.956-05:00

My aunt and uncle are under the impression that I can't cook. They think I don't know how to make a hot meal simply because I don't include meat in certain dishes. I mean, sometimes a guy just wants a pan-fried red potato w/ onion, green pepper, rosemary and cheese burrito, not fried fish. Sometimes a guy wants to make a small batch of aloo mutter, not sausage and eggs. They are also under the

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1162367260542832552006-11-01T02:45:00.000-05:002006-11-02T02:27:20.060-05:00

More later since this Son of Man is as tired as a son of a bitch.

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In the spirit of Halloween, it seemed fitting to post stuff that was actually scary. While ghouls and goblins and poltergeists of their place, what always seemed scarier were those tangible things, the Henrys from Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer rather than Freddy Krueger, a victim of his franchise's eventual unintentional camp, or Jason Vorhees, a victim of his mediocre debut and its shitty

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Wired recently asked some big names in science fiction, fantasy, and speculative fiction to write six-word short stories. The esteemed half-dozeners included the likes of Neil Gaiman, William Shatner, Alan Moore, and Margaret Atwood... Given, she's not usually lumped in with these fellas and even her more science fiction-oriented work is usually not cast into the ghetto of the genre fiction

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My uncle is a strange man. There are a lot of stories to recount over the last few weeks, some new Archie Bunker moments, but I'll just start with the most recent one because it is thus far the oddest thing yet. Yes, odder than the conspiratorial cereal conversation from a few weeks back.I woke up last Sunday morning to my uncle knocking on my door."Hubert, can I borrow five or ten dollars?" he

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Last Thursday I headed to the Barnes & Noble at Union Square to see Senator Barack Obama do a signing for his new book, The Audacity of Hope. The signing was held on the fourth or fifth floor and by noon when the senator was scheduled to appear, the entire floor was packed, people standing anywhere there was available space, no doubt ruining the like-brand-new carpet in the lonely Architecture

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I think the always awesome BoingBoing had a link to this a few months ago, but for those who have not revelled in the glory, this is in fact the best worst fight scene in human history. Yes, perhaps there is a lost Dark Ages parchment filled with more gutteral yells, more slow motion face punches, and more Cynthia Rothrock, but until that is found...

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Last weekend I ingested enough junk food to easily down a wild safari beast. It's a wonder that I’ve actually lost weight since moving to New York, though that may have something to do with walking all over the place rather than driving. Not complaining -- at least not now as the weather is cool yet pleasant -- especially since commuting all the time is a soul killing thing. You can also add to

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Well, it seems reason #546 in my list Why I Want to Marry Scarlett Johansson is as follows: Scarlett Johansson is going to record an album of Tom Waits covers. Yes, everyone's favorite young starlet with a sultry voice and a Junoesque figure is going to sing some Tom Waits songs on a record to be released by Rhino's Atco label next year. I would write a punchline involving the song "Filipino Box

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1160697324083677562006-10-12T19:21:00.000-04:002006-11-20T20:51:13.713-05:00

So MSN is reporting that according the forthcoming book Tempting Faith: An Inside Story of Political Seduction, the Bush administration has been playing people of fatih for suckers. The book is by former White House special assistant David Kuo, a deeply religious man who served in the White House from 2001-2003. Kuo's book, which will be released next Monday, also notes that the administration

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I couldn't care less about next year's live-action version of Transformers helmed by Michael Bay. If it makes any money, you'll probably see a live-action GoBots helmed by Tony Scott or John Woo. On a sidenote while I'm mentioning 80s cartoons, I would definitely like to see some sort of Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors revival and finally see all the other episodes in Spaceketeers.Well, back to

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Today's Wayne Coyne sings "We Built This City" with a goat puppet video brought to you by the Washington D.C. cable-access children's show "Pancake Mountain."Definitely check out the other videos on the "Pancake Mountain" site. There's something great about seeing Ted Leo, The Arcade Fire, X, and Metric sing to a room full of dancing children.

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Wednesday night ended in a sudden deluge as I rushed through the streets without an umbrella, passing a block cordoned off by a crew filming the seemingly not-so-faithful adaptation of Richard Matheson's I Am Legend (a personal favorite), passing strangers on the street who introduced themselves briefly so we could bitch about the weather under leaky scaffolding, passing other people passing me

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Perhaps it's just the way my mind works, which is to say not particularly well, but I tend to read several disparate works simultaneously, thus leading to occasional crossovers that aren't meant to happen but are nonetheless amusing. Lately, Beta Ray Bill (from Walter Simonson's groundbreaking run on Marvel Comics' The Mighty Thor) has begun gallivanting around with the quirky, lovable characters

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1159748208790174292006-10-01T20:10:00.000-04:002006-10-04T23:41:34.823-04:00

Since I'm able to make my own hours for the time being, Thursdays have become matinee days where I head out for a quick bite to eat before checking out a movie. Two weeks was some okay Mexican -- they obviously don't make burritos as good out here as they do in San Diego -- and The U.S. vs. John Lennon, a pretty good documentary about the U.S. government's attempts to deport John Lennon for,

Huberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07440043218684630399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372851.post-1159220331414350272006-09-25T17:30:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:13:29.913-04:00

I was mentioning my excursion to Patsy's (didn't mention the fact it was in Harlem, which my uncle would obviously say something about) and mentioned I needed to try Lombardi's and Grimaldi's, both of which are regarded as the best pizza places in the NYC area."Grimaldi's?" my uncle asked. "I think they are Italian.""Well, yeah," I replied. "It's a pizza place.""Yeah, I think I know that place,"

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Saturday's attempt to visit The Freakatorium, Johnny Fox's museum of sideshow wonders and freakshow jamborees, ended in heartbreak when I walked down Clinton Street only to find that the museum had closed down... a year ago. This was so depressing I almost went into the Clinton Street Baking Company for pancakes, and lots of them. Instead I just wound up on St. Mark's again and picked up some

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Today's random moment involving my uncle:I was walking past the living room to get to my room and saw my uncle eating a bowl of cereal with milk while reading the paper. "Hubert," he began, "do you eat cereal?""Yeah, depends on the cereal, but yeah," I replied.My uncle nodded and then gave me a sly, conspiratorial smile as if I'd just passed some sort of test.I stood there confused for at least

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According to Wikipedia, Flushing has the largest Asian population in New York. Yes, even more than New York's Chinatown.Given, Wikipedia has been subject to some elephantine wikitrickery in the past, but it's pretty apparent that there's a dense Asian population here as evidenced by the people, the stores, and the smells I encounter whenever I go to the subway station on Main Street. When not

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Greetings from Flushing, New York, my fine droogies. One of my co-workers suggested I should start a blog to keep people up to date with what's going on in my life and to dispense pithy observations with remarkably witty comments about the minutiae of my own self-centered little world... which is pretty much what people blog for anyways.Well, this being the introductory bit in Bonbon Confetti

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