Back In Black

Ladies and Gentlemen, your boy is back.

After a two month sabbatical full of laughs and tears I am back to blogging to let my media retarded friends and confidants back into the light. Before I discuss what is happening in the present, allow me to hit a couple of points on what went on in the media industry during my break.

Of course, the death of Heath Ledger. Let's not forget that this actor was addicted to his craft as much as I am with internet porn. His work in The Dark Knight will be regarded as his send off, a eulogy of sort. So show some respect and go see it July 18th. Rest in peace you damn Aussie, and throw some shrimp on the barbie for me up there.

Next, Cloverfield. I am formally pledging my allegiance to J.J. Abrams and his production company Bad Robot. Word on the street is my film professor Jon Lupo hated on it. My suggestion to him is to stop watching artsy, depressing films from the 1920s and get down with some postmodernism.

Cloverfield, while shaky and jarring, was an exhilarating ride that might kick start a new genre for people to enjoy. Is it the new Citizen Kane? No. Was it worth the price of my ticket? Abso-fucking-lutley.

I read like a hermit this break as well. I went on a Palahniuk tangent. Rant, Survivor, Choke, and Lullaby were all demolished as well as a book on Buddhism and decision making. For the love of god, whoever is reading this pick up Rant.

Okay, now that that's out of the way let us discuss the present. And by present I mean future. As in, flash forward LOST style. The season premiere is tomorrow and I am ready to piss my pants in anticipation. Here are some articles for you to get as jacked up as I am.

So my media-retarded friends, get ready to be media-savvy once again.