Dylan's Red Speedo

Friends,

First, I hope all you were able to watch the Golden Globes the other day. Why? Philip Seymour Hoffman had a dust broom like mustache that was amazing. Absolutely amazing. It looked like his mustache had grown a head, and not that his head had grown a mustache...it fucking pwnd him. Yeah, I used pwnd right then....it's an attempt at hipness. I do not have a picture of Philip though, as my usual place to steal...I mean borrow....photos from did not have any of him from the Golden Globes. Maybe I'll poke around the web later to see if I can find anything.

Now, if you notice, it's no coincidence that Philip grew a mustache like that. What was the last movie you remember him being in? Mission Impossible 3? Well, you suck...you should have said Capote. In Capote he played this ultra elitist, flamboyant, and definitely sissy-voiced characted named Truman Capote. Nothing wrong with any of that, but when you're thinking manly, Truman Capote isn't what you think of, unless you are trying to be ironic or witty. And because of that, Philip HAD to grow a mustache like that, to reassert his manliness over his Capote role. Maybe PSH is up for some real man role, like a linebacker or a writer (PSH has played a writer just about as many times as Paul Giamatti has.....now those two should have been the cowboys in Brokeback Mountain....how'd you like to see that, huh?)

Now to wrap this post up with some quick hits:
1) Go see Children Of Men. Do not attempt to get tickets for Children With Men...they tend to give you dirty looks. That movie, despite it's one mustache belonging to a douche at a prison camp, is so good, it'll make you want to conceive a baby in 2009. It's enough to make you sick because while it is a wild premise, the world is so lived in, and alive, and breathing, and real, you buy it's silly premise as real. I mean, a worldwide baby shortage? Seriously? What, did every Irish Catholics die suddenly around 2008?

2) I've been thinking about getting a MySpace page. I don't know why. It's not my kind of thing, and it will put me in contact with people I don't want to talk to who are already on MySpace. But, maybe I could be Dave Eggers friend, or They Might Be Giants friend, and learn how Erin's doing because she doesn't update her blog anymore, even though Barack Obama more or less announced his bid for presidency. Oh well.

3) I think I'm going to Atlanta this year for AWP. I'm buying my ticket and all that jazz very soon. It looks like I'll be there for four days or so, but if the conferences suck, I may have to explore Atlanta. Go check out it's zoo with its baby panda and baby gorilla...and then squeal away my testosterone at their combined cuteness.

4) The first week of class is over and it's overwhelming already. I'm going to need to read & write like never before this semester, so I hope I survive. Also, I learned that picture Dylan in a red speedo is the equivalent of saying, "Don't think of zebras," only far more sexy. Dylan being the lead guitarist to your next favorite noise-rock band KitCar...but if you'd rather picture Bob Dylan in a speedo, that's cool....or Dylan Thomas for that mater.

5) There is only one mustache left for football coaches this year. So, let's keep our fingers crossed that Tony Dungy & his Colts beat the Patriots. Because if they do, then they are a lock to win the Super Bowl...mustache science so far is infallible in predicting the Super Bowl winner, and neither coach from the NFC has a mustache...so they don't stand a chance. C'mon Tony, c'mon Colts...and c'mon Peyton 'I'm thinking about Boxcars' Manning!

VIVA EL MUSTACHE!