Showing posts from February, 2009

Chronolillogy I: Average Joe

As I get older, I get more reflective.

I don’t mean that I develop a shiny surface like a T-1000 Terminator, I mean that I think a lot more about the past. Reflecting on the past is in some ways an attempt to actually remember the subtle details of things, because the farther away stuff gets in your rear-view mirror the more cloudy and out of focus those things become. Sucks to get older, that's a fact.

When I was younger, in my teens and into my twenties, I kept a notebook journal. Yeah, it's pretty cheesy and sometimes VERY weird to read some of that stuff, to see just how obsessed I was over the stupidest shit imaginable...and yet I am extremely glad I have those scribblings, if for no other reason than the fact that I don't worry about remembering that era since I have all of it written down. Leaves lots of room for OTHER memories. I call that the Henry Jones Philosophy of Sentimentality.

So when I was thinking about my career the other day, where it's headed, where …

Throwing Crap at the Wall

I hate to be the one to break the illusion, but I have a confession to make. I don't often write these on the day they go up. I can't. The main reason is that I have a job to do during the week, and since someone is paying me to do that, I feel a little weird writing a blog all day. So as you read this, which I think is really going to be Thursday or Friday, it is actually, for me, Sunday. Sunday evening as a matter of fact.

So why, oh why, you ask...are you writing a blog entry on a Sunday night? I was forced to, by Hugh Jackman. Wolverine is hosting the Academy Awards and OH MY GOD does it stink on ice. It gives me the heeby jeebies to watch him up there, doing some song and dance routine...I know he is a Broadway guy, but unless he's ramming ten inches of Adamantium into some thug's solar plexus I ain't interested.

Remember that Wall Plaque that we (at Palisades) put out a while back that had a coiled up Alien on it? I thought it was pretty nifty, in fact even tho…

Geek-Box 360

I'm a gamer.

There...I said it.

Add another notch to my geek belt, I don’t care. Now while I am a gamer I am not a hardcore gamer. Although tell my wife that...she would disagree, she believes that I love my X-Box 360 more than her. Well...if I had to CHOOSE one, I guess I'd choose my wife. BUT I WOULDN'T BE HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Lately I have been hip-deep in the LEGO Trilogy, consisting of Indiana Jones, Star Wars and Batman. I used to play a lot of games that were more violent and scary, but I play them less often now because it is so hard to play those kinds of games while the kids are awake, but when the kids go to bed it's dark and then I get scared. I can be a huge pussy when it comes to my irrational fear of the imminent attack of zombies.

If you are a member of X-Box Live and ever want to beat the crap out of me (I suck) or to play a co-op game (I would prefer this), my gamertag is residentlilly2. Why the 2? Cause I screwed up and have a freebie silver membership as r…

Bad Daddy

When Carter Lilly was born in 2004, I stressed over everything. He coughed? I worried about it. He fell? I cringed and checked all over for bruising and broken bones. He seemed tired? I was concerned that he had a 'condition'. He lined his toys up in a row? Clearly he was autistic.

That's the nature of the first born...they get the brunt of your own self-doubt and insecurity about being a parent. I mean...who the hell nominated ME to be a parent and role model and take care of a little kid? I still eat shit that falls on the floor, I stay up too late, watch too much TV...who am I to tell this kid he can't do these things when the time comes? And when it comes to fear over the well-being of the first born, consumes you. Well, me...maybe not you.

Then, along comes Bennett last year. He coughs? No reaction. He falls? Pick him up till he stops crying. He seems tired? Put him in his crib. And though he doesn't line up his toys yet since he doesn’t act…

My Muggs Are Mightier Than Yours

OK, so admittedly, aside from my wife and kids, I ain't got no life.

Over the weekend, said wife and kids were out of town, and what was I doing? Going through dozens of data DVD's looking for some junk, consolidating them into a main hard drive, cleaning, playing some LEGO Star Wars on the X-Box, and in case I wasn't geeking it up enough? Taking photos of some of the useless (but OH so awesome) junk I actually spent money on in the last couple of weeks.

Oh Mighty Muggs, you are so...MIGHTY. For anyone who doesn't know, Mighty Muggs are Hasbro's entry into the world of Designer Figures. It's where they (a manufacturing company or person) take basically a single sculpted figure and use it over and over again only changing up the paints and, occasionally, a sculpted bit or two. Designer figs have been around a long time, but it was Dunny that really sent what was an extreme niche industry into overdrive.

First up, two Star Wars Mighty Muggs that were Previews exclu…

Land of the LOST

Holy crap, I love LOST.

Maybe the greatest show in the history of television? I don't know about shit like that. I don't actually CARE about shit like that. But it is definitely one of KEN'S most favorite shows in the history of television. I'm sitting there last night, watching a DVR'd version of this week's episode and in less than 1 minute they had yet again taken my LOST perceptions and thrown them on their ear.

See I, like many others probably, believed that the whole season would be a quest to get back on the island. Instead what do they do? They show up on the island in mid season with a ton of questions about how they each ended up deciding to return from a place they sacrificed so much to leave. Now they get to answer those questions for the rest of the season. Did Ben actually kill Penny? That's a theory that is floating around. Did Charlie visit Hurley again and tell him where to go get his guitar? What the hell did Kate actually DO with Aaron? Who…

Re: Re-

Life is full of 'Re-'.

Re-run, re-make, re-do, re-condition, re-tread, re-peat, re-gurgitation and on and on and on. When I started to do this all-new Blogzilly, I had originally decided not to do any repeats of stuff I had done in the old Grey Matters blog, or on the Palisades Daily Bit blog or Made in China blogs. As I found myself this week listening to Yaki the Tickler and the first appearance of Crazy Alice on a full week of classic re-runs of The Howard Stern Show, I came to a conclusion.

Repeats are GOOD.

They let the people that put shit out for consumption time for a break, and the consumer of said shit gets to look at something perhaps long forgotten or only vaguely remembered or even see something that they remember vividly and want to experience in a different way. It also allows a chance for people who were NOT following the old stuff to see it for the first time.

Everybody wins with a repeat.

Back during the Made in China days of the Palisades blog, one of the featu…


There isn't a geek on the planet, myself included, who isn't psyched for the new Watchmen movie. But...oh my God, how freaking cool are THESE?

Buddy on a message board I host pointed them out to us today. I am SO there when these Kubricks come out, as I am with pretty much every Kubrick set that gets released/announced. I mean, those that I can find obviously. I still have never seen the latest TRU Japan exclusive Star Wars boxed set for anything less than one testicle and my first born on eBay. Which blows the big chunky kind of poo because it has a Hoth Snowtrooper that otherwise I can't get. It's shocking to me how hard this set is to find.

But while Kubricks are elusive and maddening, Minimates are bountiful and happy. Lots of awesome new Minimates announced out of Toy Fair 2009, like Ghostbusters and Terminator 2, and I just picked up a set from Silence of the Lambs. (Like I said in an earlier blog...I am patient, I wait for a price that suits me. This set has been …