The Artist Review
Looks like I was wrong.
I will be the first to admit I have faults. They are far too many to list here in full, but they include a certain amount of arrogance, narcissism, OCD, paranoia, and self-delusion (Paranoia image courtesy of the Cheap T Shirt category). However, one fault I do not suffer from is an inability to admit when I was wrong about something, and it is obvious I was wrong about the Artist.
Regular readers might recall my discussion of the Artist during my Post Oscarlyptic Review and my questioning how a foreign, silent film could possible win all those awards? I didn’t go into detail at the time but my thought was that this was just Hollywood intelligentsia pandering to to an artistic ideal in an attempt to convince themselves that they produce something other than mindless pap for the ignorant, unwashed masses of the world. I am not a fan of silent films, and with a few notable exceptions (Man Bites Dog, City of Lost Children, Delicatessen) am not a fan of French films. How can a man who never says any words win Best Actor? How can a movie that ignores two facets of cinema (dialog and color) win Best Picture? Even the black and white aspect normally only flashes me back to my miserable childhood TV back in the slums of Southern California.
However, I had a couple hours free yesterday and felt I should see this film if only to find out what all the buzz was about. I have to say, I was truly impressed on a level that goes far beyond the pale. Somehow director Michel Hazanavicius has crafted an extremely well told story using only visuals. Main stars Jean Dujardin and Bérénice Bejo (whom I am totally in love with now) deliver a complete range of emotions with only facial expressions and body language. They story gives us an exploration of early film production more in depth than any number of talkie films about the same subject matter.
What struck me about 2/3rds of the way through the film was the completeness of the story. By that point I wasn’t missing dialogue or sound in the least. In fact, the few times it was added it sounded really out of place and jarring, an effect that was obviously intentional and well executed by Mr. Hazanavicius. I felt the main character George Valentin’s pain and despair far more than I have from movies where the actor bellows on about feelings and such. The chemistry and romance between George and co-star Peppy Miller was clearly delivered with a few looks and a lot of body language. At no time did I feel a lack of understanding of any of the characters motivations or feelings, something that cannot often be said about movies with sound.
I am going to forgo my usual star/black hole rating system, as I feel it would be kind of wasted on this film. I honestly can’t think of any real black holes that would be anything more than petty nit picking, and that stars should be obvious to anyone watching the film. The story is relatively simple and fairly derivative (two examples of nit picks I could do if I were going in that direction). It tells of George Valentin, famous actor of the silent film generation. He is popular and talented. On his last film production he meets Peppy Miller, young up and coming actress. There is a huge chemistry between the two that actually hurts the film production in a short montage that was incredibly well done.
Sound is introduced and the studio jumps on board, cancelling all silent film production to focus on talkies. George derides the new technology as a fad and storms out. He then pays for his hubris as his career tanks and he goes broke. Peppy Miller becomes a rising star in Hollywood, embracing sound. I don’t want to get into the story too deeply, as I would expect everyone out there to see it. Just know that the story is well told and delivered brilliantly. Plus it has a super cute and cool dog in it.
The thing that struck me as I left the theater to the sound of the other patrons applauding was that this film illustrates how much movie dialog is actually completely worthless and unnecessary. A romantic scene in a normal movie would require a complete 3 act mini play: opening witty introduction, central banter and interaction, and finally the conclusion and possible kiss. In this film that is all accomplished with a few looks and at worst one or two one line dialog placards. I think the bottom line is that Mr. Hazanavicius isn’t under the reigning Hollywood belief that the audience is mostly comprised of marginally trained baboons that need to have everything spoon fed to them. I can only hope that this example of what can be accomplished by using the delete key when editing a screenplay is not lost on the rest of the film industry.
Should you see this film? Abso-freaking-lutely. See it on the biggest screen you can find (I didn’t go into it, but the camera work is pretty brilliant too). Date movie? Yes. This is an everyone movie. The real question, however, is do I really believe it deserves all those Oscars? That is a tough question. Comparing this film to movies like the Descendants or Moneyball is literally comparing apples to oranges. The Artist belongs in a category of it’s own. I think I can now see why it won all those awards, and cannot disagree with the choices the Academy made. I do now believe that Jean Dujardin does actually deserve Best Actor. He was amazing in this.
By the way, I would like to say that one of the greatest things about starting this blog and doing all these review is the fact that I am now exposed to films I would never in a million years have watched back in the day. There is no way I would have seen this film three years ago.
Thanks for reading, and please forgive me if my earlier comments kept you from seeing this great film. Follow me on Twitter @nerdkungfu, or email comments, questions, or suggestions to [email protected]. Feel free to post comments here as well. I have a ticket to see Silent House later this afternoon, so look for a review on that tomorrow. Have a great day.
Dave
Single, Lonely, and Miserable again this Christmas? Here are some things that help me deal with it.
Astute readers may have perceived that I have been really focused on the movie blogs and have kind of let the dating advice fall by the wayside. This is mainly due to the fact that I haven’t really had the time or money to date, and when I do I seem to fail horribly at it. Thus, I am having a hard time believing in myself enough to give qualified advice.
However, being single and miserable is something I am a Jedi Master at, so here are a few things that might help you get through yet another bleak Christmas of staring morosely at the mistletoe again.
1. Binge drinking. Yes, nothing helps you forget your loneliness and despondence like the the sweet kiss of alcohol poisoning. Go for the gusto this year. Blind, stinking drunk. New Years Eve is the obvious candidate for this, but let’s not forget that Christmas Eve party! Also, getting smash drunk at the local pub may actually help cure your loneliness, while injecting some new and exciting situations into your life. On the other hand, if you are of a melodramatic persuasion and want to make a poignant statement, drink alone on Xmas day in hopes that one of your happier friends will call you to wish a Merry Christmas and you can bum them out a little. (Drinking shirt image courtesy of the Cheap T Shirts category)
2. Video games. This is a old nerd fallback, but it works for a reason. Take some of your misery and frustration out on anonymous losers from around the world. In my mind the guy I just dropped a sticky bomb onto is always a happy, successful man on his way home to his loving wife and kids, only to get caught up in my murderous rampage. Of course, odds are anyone else playing video games on Xmas day is also a single nerd loser, but a man can dream.
3. Buy yourself stuff. Yes, it’s people, not things, that are important in life. However, if you don’t have people then a certain amount of satisfaction can be had from things. Try to find out how much your married coworker spent on his kids toys and spend that same amount on toys for yourself. Then, when you get back to work and he or she is groaning about their credit card bills you can whip out your brand new iPad 2 and show them how a player plays.
4. Create a Holiday card designed to make your married friends miserable. You know those jackasses who insist on sending you a picture of their entire lovely stupid family in front of their Christmas tree? Get a picture of yourself doing something super cool only a single person could do and send that out. Surfing in Bali. Skiing in Vail. Binge drinking in the local bar. Playing video games. Enjoying some new toys. Every married person may or may not be happy with their lovely family, but there is always a big part of them that misses the freedom to just bail out of town on a weekend and visit the Santa Cruz Mystery Spot. And if you didn’t take a fabulous vacation this year and are more the type to sit on your couch all weekend then get good at Photoshop.
5. Peruse some online dating sites. Yes, nothing says single miserable loser like someone sending notes to people on Plenty of Fish on Christmas day. However, remember that if someone else is also on POF to make that observation then that person is more or less in the same boat. Could it be you have found your soul mate? Also, if nothing else I have found just skimming through personals is nice way to kill time without really using your frontal lobe.
6. Try to milk the mistletoe cow. Get one of those hats that has a stick pointing out the front and some mistletoe hanging off it. Either that or go to a Christmas party with a sack full of the stuff and carpet the ceiling. Its got to work at some point, right?
7. Work. If you are going to be miserably anyway, why not use this time to your benefit? Add up all your receipts for the year. Clean your apartment. Get a head start on the next report you need to do for the boss. Add more shirts to your struggling t-shirt website. Then, when you get back to the office and everyone else is talking about how happy their dumb kids were with whatever junk they got, you can drop something super cool onto your boss’s desk and convince him or her that you are exactly the lifeless, dedicated loser he or she needs in charge of something.
8. Hang out with your other single friends. Misery loves company.
9. Try to guilt your married friends to set you up on blind dates. This sort of thing seems to hit home with your married friends harder now than ever before. They are perfectly content to watch you be a lone wolf during, say, April, but the prospect of a friend of theirs single in December galls them. The weird thing for me is something like 50% of adults are single these days, yet none of my paired friends seem to know any. How does that work, exactly?
10. Tell all your married friends that being married is a lifestyle, not a requirement. Yes, trying to convince people that they would be happier single will actually make you feel better about being single. It is a weird phenomenon.
11. Spend a day remembering all the miserable, bad relationships you’ve had in your life. Contrast is the secret to happiness. If you are starting to feel the single blues, just think back to the boyfriend who kept borrowing money from you while cheating, or the girlfriend who hit you in the head with a travel alarm clock. If you have never had a girlfriend or boyfriend then rent Fatal Attraction, Love Stinks, and Sid and Nancy. Also go back and read some of my dating advice posts.
12. Write a bitter, sarcastic blog about it.
That’s pretty much it for today. Thanks for reading. Movie tonight, so a review tomorrow. Follow me on Twitter @NerdKungFu. Talk to you all soon.
Dave
Movie Review: Trollhunters
So yesterday I wrote a review about a movie that failed to live up to my expectations in almost all regards: Green Lantern. Today I will review a movie that exceeded my expectations in all ways: Trollhunter (Trolljegeren).
What was I expecting? Not much, to be honest. The trailers I saw made it look like a bad Norwegian Blair Witch Project. I didn’t know a lot about it going in, and really the only reason I saw it was because it was in the right time slot about the time my cabin fever reached an unbearable level.
What did I get? A verite style documentary that was fun, funny, and at times terrifying. Sure it was a Blair Witch knock off, but these days if you do anything involving a camera guy running through a forest at night it’s going to be called Blair Witch. Well written, and well done in all regards, it is what reality TV aspires to be.
Anyway, the story. A group of film students comes across a mysterious bearded man in Norway who seems to be doing all kinds of suspicious stuff. At first thinking him a bear poacher they follow him around, filming constantly in hopes of getting some good footage for their school project. Eventually they follow him into the woods, only to encounter him running out of the woods yelling “Troll!” They later befriend him, and he agrees to let them film him as he goes about is government appointed job of hunting down trolls.
I don’t want to get too much into the story, as it really isn’t that relevant for the purpose of this review and also because I hope you will all go see it yourself. Sufficed to say troll hunting hijinks ensues. Trolls and people get killed. There are a lot of subtle references to the Three Billy Goats Gruff, complete with a troll under a bridge. In spite of the source material, everyone involved takes trolls entirely seriously, like a good zombie movie. There is no attempt at levity. The trolls are terrifying, each bigger and badder than the last. Truly a great movie.
First, the stars. Overall fun and entertaining. Two stars. For being a documentary style film we were not subjected to too much of camera shots of a dog or the camera mans’ foot unless it made sense in the movie. One star. The acting and characters, especially of Hans, the Trollhunter, we excellent. One star. They didn’t pull that bull crap pseudo documentary trick of only showing sounds and guys running from something through the trees. Once you start seeing trolls you see them all the time. One star. For some not so great CGI the trolls are truly terrifying. About 100,000,000 times scarier that Parallax from the Green Lantern, or any of the other so-called scary monsters in most movies out there. Maybe it was the verite shooting, or maybe because they seemed somehow more probably. Just scary. Two stars. For an obvious small budget, really good special effects and film work. One star. While slow at times, the film was well paced and led to a climactic conclusion. One star. In spite of the fantastical nature of the film premise, everything seemed very reasonable and believable. Things worked the way you would imagine, and everyone acted in a reasonably sane manner. When things got hairy they ran like hell. One star. There were some funny moments that were not outright jokes. You just had to see the underlying humor. One star. It was a thinking person’s movie, without all the crap Hollywood saddles us with to appeal to the morons (sorry, still feeling the sting from Green Lantern). One star. Total: twelve stars.
Now the black holes. Not a lot, but a few. First of all, while I truly appreciate the value of showing the film in it’s actual language to best deliver the original emotions and nuance of the actors, I sometimes find subtitles hard to deal with. One black hole. While he was one of the funniest characters in the film, I had a hard time understanding the motivations of the government agent that was tailing the Trollhunter. Seemed a little disjointed. One black hole.
Grand total of 10 stars, an awesome score and by coincidence exactly as good as Green Lantern was bad. I highly recommend you all go out and see this film in the theater. Do so quickly as I don’t think it will be around for much longer.
As a final note, it irks me that this film, with 1/100th the budget of Green Lantern (if that), is so much better. I don’t know if it is independent movies, or just foreign ones, but there are so many better movies being made than most of the garbage being fed to us by Hollywood. I honestly think the difference is that independent film makers actually still respects the audience, whereas Hollywood thinks of us a brainless, child like cash cows. Of course, based on what is popular in media these days (cough cough reality TV cough cough) I can’t say as I really blame them.
Die, troll! Die! (Troll image courtesy of the cheap t shirt category)
Movie Review: Battle: Los Angeles
So last night was Tuesday, which all you regular readers should know by now means $5 movie night at Regal Jack London Square. As an added bonus, the girl I am seeing was hanging around and is kind of into sci fi movies, so the question of what to do with the eventing was easily solved.
I have been looking forward to this movie for a while. I love alien invasion movies, and it is always kind of nice seeing movies wherein humans are not really the masters of the universe, if you know what I mean. It’s not the greatest alien invasion movie of all time, but it is definitely entertaining.
The story. Burned out Marine Corps veteran Staff Sergeant Nantz (Aaron Eckhart, also known as Two Face in the last Batman movie) got some guys killed in some vaguely defined manner in Afghanistan and plans to muster out. Meteors appear out of no where and rain down in the water off shore major cities, spilling out alien invaders who proceed to do world culture a public service by destroying all vestiges of California surf/beach culture. Nantz is joined by every military cliche in the history of film, including but not limited to Lieutenant Deadmeat (word to the wise. If you are in a military movie and your last act before heading off on a mission is to kiss your pregnant wife or baby, just stop off at the funeral home and pick out your coffin to save time), Corporal I-Hate-You-Staff-Sergeant-Nantz-Because-You-Got-My-Brother-Killed, Private I’m-a-Virgin, Corporal Nerdy-Glasses, Navel Corpsman Foreign-National-Working-to-Get-My-Citizenship, and Corporal I’m-From-Jersey-so-I-Can-Steal-or-Drive-Anything-with-Wheels.
They are sent out to rescue some civilians trapped in an LAPD police station before everything west of the 405 freeway gets blown to hell by the air force (and if you have ever lived in LA, you know how funny that really is). On the way they run into some loose soldiers (Air Force Tech Sergeant I’m-a-Tough-Soldier-Chick-who-also-Happens-to-know-Secret-Information-about-the Aliens-that-will-Later-Prove-Critical and three basic bullet stoppers who are more or less there to pad the body count). They find the civilians, which include a hot veterinarian, a father and his too cute kid, and two little girls (sorry, but how cheesy is this?). The aliens show up and military versus alien hijinx ensue. The aliens start the movie almost impossible to kill (four soldiers firing full auto at a range of five feet and a grenade to kill the first one) and somehow end the movie falling down when you spit at them. The movie ends with the Marines doing something that doesn’t completely destroy the aliens (cough cough Independence Day cough cough) but damaging them enough to give humans a fighting chance.
I’ll get into the stars and black holes in a bit, but I do want to say that one thing that really bugged me about this movie was that while the human motivations were relatively clear the aliens motivations were amateurish at best. Honestly, the aliens in Skyline had a more clear and believable motivation. The premise is they are landing to take away all of our water. There is some “expert” on CNN who talks about how rare it is that planet Earth has the right conditions for water to be in a liquid state. Really? Are the aliens dumb enough to not realize that ice, which is extremely common in our universe (Haley’s comet is like 90% ice. Pluto is 99% water), melts into water and can be gathered in any number of places that don’t have well armed native populations ready to fight you to the end? Spare me your moronic writing. Honestly, I respect the motivation behind Mars Needs Moms more.
Anyway, the stars. Alien invasion movie. Two stars. US Marine Corps, which I am a big fan of, painted in a very tough and positive light. One star. In spite of all being plucked from the cliche tree, the characters were for the most part pretty cool, especially Staff Sergeant Nantz. One star. Excellent special effects and CGI. Two stars. Good battle scenes with decent choreography. One star. The aliens looked pretty cool. One star. They managed to avoid the bad cliche of using alien guns against the aliens. One star. They managed to avoid the “the aliens are impervious except for the fact that they can all be killed at once due to their one weakness” (Independence Day, the Puppet Masters, War of the Worlds, Signs, etc.) cliche. One star. The aliens seemed interested in destroying Los Angeles, a city I despise, and surfers, a sport I despise. Two stars. Twelve stars total.
Now the black holes. The aliens are here to steal our water. Two black holes. The characters and most of the situations are cliche as all hell. One black hole. They crowbarred in a bunch of kids (who never died), as well as the father dying and a really painful tender moment between Nantz and the kid to make the movie more human (LOL). One black hole. The aliens were unholy killing machines at the beginning of the movie and fluffy teddy bears at the end. One black hole. I’m no expert in squad level military tactics, but it seems like if you are facing an enemy you already know is using explosive munitions you would want to keep more than a two feet between the soldiers and not run down the street in a bunch like children on a field trip. One black hole. Lieutenant Deadmeat dies in the cheesiest manner possible. One black hole. Aliens don’t seem to be motivated to have back up systems for their military control assets. One black hole. As cool as the aliens looked, the ships all looked like someone glued a bunch of crap to giant Trivial Pursuit wedges. One black hole. Total: nine black holes.
So we end up with three stars total. Not bad, actually. Overall worth seeing if you want to turn off your brain for a couple hours and just enjoy a fairly bland adrenaline rush. If things like aliens invading to take stuff you can find on any asteroid in the universe bugs you than you might have an issue. I think its worth seeing in a theater, and definitely worth NetFlixing.
Next post will be dating advice. I also realize that I have let the whole who-would-win thing drop fall by the wayside. I will go back to the last one I posted; Riker from Next Generation versus Alien. I think it pretty obvious to anyone who knows me all I really want to see is Riker eviscerated by Alien. That being said I think he would list about 30 seconds. Armed with a phaser, I still only give him 50/50 as he would probably try to communicate with the alien as he was having his guts torn out. (Alien image courtesy of the cheap t shirt category).
For today I will once again mix genres. Who would win, Onyxia from World of Warcraft versus Godzilla?
Nerd Dating: Online Dating pt 10: understanding poster’s careers
Sorry I didn’t get anything posted over the weekend, but I had something to do that was WAY more important (and fun) than sniping at jobs listed on online dating posts, and I’m not talking about the Superbowl. However, I will make sure to get something done every day this week, although I might have something to do next weekend as well.
Anyway, I’m getting into more specific jobs, mostly based on what I think I can make the most funny and insightful comments about. Still, I think this could all be pretty useful.
Pharmaceutical Representative. In the world of manufactures sales reps being a pharm rep is the Holy Grail. Great money, low geographic area, and easy to sell products. I have long dreamed of dating a pharm rep, for any number of reasons. First of all, pharmaceutical companies as a matter of course only hire super hot women to do it. Something about trying to convince male doctors to prescribe their drugs. So even if you don’t see a phote, you can know they are probably pretty good looking. On the other hand, they are super busy and honestly are probably shopping for a doctor, so go easy.
Massage therapist. These women fall into three camps. The most first is trained, true massage therapists. They tend to be into Eastern culture and are probably do something like Shiatsu. They take lots of classes and have a ton of certifications which in their mind is the equivalent of a college degree, in spite of the fact that it really isn’t. They tend to be super fit, kind of skinny, vegetarian, and into stuff like meditation. However, if you ever hope to see her naked you can never get her to massage you. These women are so paranoid about being unprofessional that as soon as they dig into your doughy musculature you will forever be considered a client. The second type is less trained, tends to be a lot more hippy dippy, cute in an slightly out of shape granola way, and more willing to give you a massage after sex. She tends to be more happy and into the fun of it, but is flat broke. The third is pretty much a hooker. Usually from another country (Korean, most often from what I have heard) and willing to have sex for money. I don’t know why they would be online, but if they are I would highly recommend not having anything to do with them. It is a mess you don’t want to deal with. If this person is a guy it will either be a super hot, muscular dude or a big, overweight, not terrible attractive guy. If the first, I can almost guarantee he is looking for a sugar mama. If not he is probably pretty sleezy. If the second he is likely to be a decent guy, who actually will be able to give you a killer back rub. See past the bulk if you can.
Stripper. Often listed as erotic or exotic dancer, most likely this woman is actually just fishing for guys to go to her pay website. A women who dances for money who is sincere about meeting someone for a relationship will make up a fake job (which is a whole different kind of problem). Odds are at some point I will do an entire post on dating (or trying to date) strippers, but for now believe me when I say dating a stripper is like being stuck in the accretion disk of a black hole. If the stripper is male and not gay then he is 100% a sleezeball. Basically he is not meeting enough women through his job (where is is surrounded by dozens of women stuffing money into his jock) and wants more sex. On the other hand he is probably pretty good at sex, so if you are looking for a good time and/or a social disease, then go for it. Just know going in he will cheat on you if you attempt a relationship and lie about it constantly.
Waiter/Waitress. Or server, if you want to be PC. Very similar in many ways to a retail worker, in that they can be very fun to date when they are young and absolute hell when they get older. The main difference is if you date one he or she will totally critique your food habits, table manners, the servers professionalism, and how much you tip. Also, if you want to lose any desire to eat at a restaurant ever again have him or her tell you stories of health code violations that they see pretty much every day. Also, they can cause you to eat less by telling you about all the fat bastards who do 10,000 calorie meals every night.
Wactor/Wactresses. This is a waiter/actor or waitress/actress. I have no experience with actual actors or actresses (I actually assume if you are good enough looking to be an actor you don’t need to go online to meet someone) but living in LA I used to meet wactors and wactresses pretty much every day. They usually studied drama in college, work as a server to pay their bills, and fight mounting desperation as each day passes without being discovered. They generally tend to date each other like cockroaches living on each others filth, but once in a while will branch out. However, be prepared to go to a lot of horrible plays and spend a tone of time reassuring them that they are still attractive and can act. If they didn’t actually study acting then there is a pretty good chance they will eventually get into stripping or porn. Kind of fun to date on the front end and generally easy on the eyes, these folks usually turn into a headache of astronomical proportions.
That’s enough for now. I think I will do one more post on this and then move on to interpreting online photos.
For our question last post, a ninja versus a football team’s worth of zombies, I think the Ninja would win as long as he figured out early enough to cut their heads off. If he tried anything else he would probably end up as zombie chow. (Ninja image from the cheap t shirts category)
For today let’s get political. Who would win, Abraham Lincoln versus a young Ronald Wilson Reagan?
Breathe Some Fire into Your Gift Selection
Every year when my younger cousin’s birthday rolls around, I struggle to figure out what to get him. It’s not that I’m not familiar with his interests – to the contrary, I know all about his hobbies. He’s the prototypical geek, although I mean that in the nicest sense possible. He spends hours at a time online playing World of Warcraft, and I’ve also overheard him talking about getting together with friends to play Dungeons and Dragons.
For three years in a row I got him expanded editions of the Lord of the Rings on DVD, but lately it’s been tough to come up with a new angle. Luckily I happened upon a site that specializes in nerd t shirts. Purchasing something marketed specifically to “nerds” may sound counterintuitive, but I know he’ll love the Dragon’s Lair t shirt I got him.
Novelty Tee Shirts
Show your personality with the clothes you wear. Novelty t shirts have become popular due to the wide variety of designs and slogans printed on them. Some are funny, some thought provoking and some even have—gasp—racy words. They come in numerous colors that are sure to be a hit to young and old alike.
Novelty tee shirts are further unique in a way because the designs are sometimes so outrageous and out-of-this-world that those who have just met him or her would not easily forget the wearer. Make your own fashion statement. Wear a novelty tee shirt that can express thoughts you are afraid to say aloud. You even have the option of having your own photo printed in front with a personal quote you want to share with people you meet.
Super Geek dinner
So I had dinner tonight with five of my friends. Two couples, me as 5th wheel (a position I am very familiar with) and my friend John as sixth. One of my friends was interviewing for a job and discussed a couple of the working problems they asked her. They were very scientific questions (hence my showing my most scientific t shirt from the cheap t shirts section) and the whole conversation quickly devolved into the nerdiest non-comic book discussion I have had in a long time.
Needless to say, I was enjoying it immensely, but my poor friend Cathy (non-nerd, but married to an engineer nerd) was more or less in hell. It’s easy to forget how non-nerds can suffer. But given the years she spent as a “cool kid” in high school I really can’t spare much sympathy for her.
Anyway, getting ready for WonderCon. My biggest problem is if I will have enough money to get my credit card reading machine hooked up. I might be cash only again, which will suck. I spent all my money on new t shirts (had another six or so arrive today. I’m falling behind on my uploading of new shirts).
That’s it for now. I have more t shirt work to do. Talk to you all later.
