A quiz in honor of Halloween:

How evil are you?

Just the response one would expect from a Libra.

John Kenneth Muir had a great post on his Cult Movie Blog yesterday concerning The Dark Crystal. My favorite quote, the one that made me post today, the one I agree with wholeheartedly:

Perhaps the most remarkable thing about this film is that each of these creations had to actually exist to be filmed. By that, I mean they weren’t created by a few keystrokes on a computer and then added to a live-action sequence later on. These things - the denizens of this unique world - had to be designed and built. They had to be a real physical presence on the set. They had to be puppeteered, wrangled and managed for the camera. Really, when you pause to think about what that means, you can detect what a labor of love this film must have been.

The Dark Crystal was one of my favorite movies as a child. A staple of HBO and the rental counter, so I apologize for not sharing the following news: there is a new Dark Crystal movie in the works. The film we be a sequel to the original.

The film will combine live-action animatronic characters with CG animation. Like its predecessor, the film hopes to push the boundaries of puppetry, special effects, and visual story-telling.

Additionally, there will be a “prequel” animated series on Cartoon Network.

The Dark Crystal!

For a vast multitude of reasons, I’m not feeling so hot right now. Here to help is Lazlo Bane.

Out the door just in time
Head down the 405
Gotta meet the new boss by 8 am

The phone rings in the car
The wife is working hard
She’s running late tonight again

Well
I know what I’ve been told
You gotta work to feed the soul
But I can’t do this all on my own
No, I know I’m no Superman
I’m no Superman

no

You’ve got your love online
You think you’re doing fine
But you’re just plugged into the wall

And that deck of tarot cards
Won’t get you very far
There ain’t no hand to break your fall

Well
I know what I’ve been told
You gotta know just when to fold
But I can’t do this all on my own
No, I know I’m no Superman
I’m no Superman

That’s right
== harmonica solo ==

You’ve crossed the finish line
Won the race but lost your mind
Was it worth it after all

I need you here with me
Cause love is all we need
Just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall

Well I know what I’ve been told
Gotta break free to break the mold
But I can’t do this all on my own
No I can’t do this all on my own
I know that I’m no Superman
I’m no Superman
I’m no Superman

Someday we’ll be together
Somedaaay
Someday we’ll be together
Somedaaay
I’m no Superman

Bless you, Scrubs theme song. Bless you.

So help me God, the first person that comes up to me on Monday (or Sunday for that matter) and talks about what a great game today’s edition of the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party was is going to get my foot shoved so far up their ass they’ll have toes for teeth (thank you, Everybody Hates Chris).

To say that I’m upset over the loss would be the understatement of the millenium.

The Dawgs, especially Tereshinki, played their hearts out, especially in the second half.

But the story of the game was Brandon Coutu. His normally sure foot was errant in the swirling winds of Alltel Stadium and his two missed field goals proved to be the difference.

Could we have hit Leak more? Sure.

Could we have dropped a few less passes? Definitely.

But when all is said and done, our most reliable points-scorer left points on the field.

Sure, one kick was from 52 yards, but it had the distance.

Today just wasn’t our day. And, honestly, outside the first quarter, it wasn’t Florida’s day either.

I honestly thought we’d come back and win this one. I truly believed we’d win the battle and go undefeated into our test against a very good Auburn team.

I’ll just be thankful to get to Atlanta for the SEC Championship game. Anything to stop those bastard, motherfucking, asshole Gators from sullying the Georgia Dome with their swamp stink.

For tonight, hats off to the Gators on a begrudgingly-gifted victory. But the first orange a blue lizard to say a word gets his ass handed to him.

Fuckers.

GO DAWGS!!!!!

We’re just about there. The point in time when Television morphs into something decidedly more than the big, black “idiot box” in the living room and into a truly on-demand, time-shifted, place-shifted portable entertainment wonderland for viewers. Think that’s too much hyperbole? Consider the following:

TiVo and similar personal/digital video recorders are now poised to tip, now that TiVo is aggressively going after subscribers and folks like Charter and DirecTV are heavily pushing their in-house boxes.

An entire generation is learning to enjoy short-form content online, a la eBaumsWorld.

Comedy Central is creating an entire broadband-only network, Motherload, full of original content to rival MTV’s Overdrive.

TypePad is integrating VideoEgg technology to their blogs, making everyone a vlogger. Networks are going to have to compete with individuals for eyeballs.

Google is making interviews with Emmy-winning producers/writers/directors available online with the blessing of the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences.

Video search is becoming a bigger and bigger priority every day.

And, most of all, that pesky video iPod might just change the economics of the television industry forever.

So it’s not just me and my conspiracy theories. The future is here.

UPDATE: Now TVHarmony.com’s AutoPilot software supports converting TiVo-recorded shows into a format that’s compatible with the new video iPod.