We were discussing the greatest albums of all time at work today and it was pretty well universally accepted that Blonde on Blonde is that record. It got me thinking of the greatest punk albums of all time and I had to go with Janie Jones. I dare anyone to buy The Clash by The Clash and not play air guitar with a sneer on your face while you sing along with Joe Strummer's raspy voice. No matter how bad a mood I may be in, Janie Jones and co always put me in a good mood.

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I went and seen District 9 the other day and, I gotta say, I was supremely disappointed. Now, before anyone protests, it was a good Sci-Fi movie. Good and Sci-Fi are not two words that usually share the same sentence so I can see why people are excited about this movie, but really, I wasn't feeling it. It was a fantastic idea and the special effects were tremendous, but it played like a comedy where all the jokes fall flat on their face. This was the Paul Blart of Sci-Fi movies. How the heck Blart received the acclaim and garnered the box office numbers it did, I'll never know. The same is true for District 9. Now, it wont appear on my worst of the year list by any means, however that doesn't mean it'll be anywhere near my top ten. Right now it's only slightly edging Mr Blart. Read: LAME.

2/5

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Back to The Clash and my perpetual man-crush on everything Joe Strummer (seriously, even my haircut is Strummer-inspired), I guess I want to know if anyone else out there has a borderline disturbing fascination with another being? Like someone you admire to the point of mimicking their mannerisms or look? I know that may sound childish or... just creepy, but most of us are omegas just looking for an alpha to emulate.

Although I don't smoke, I do slick my hair back and totally rip off Strummer's don't give a f*ck / anti authority attitude. At least the kids today have no clue who Strummer was so to them I'm just some dick who listens to bad music.

A friend of mine is like this with Dylan. Even has his Dylan impression down pat. The man himself would be impressed. Or, more likely, would tell him to quit it and blaze your own trail. This would be followed by a 15+ minute rant about how capitalism and consumerism has tainted and destroyed our brains, robbing us of our attention spans and our creativity. In this, he would be right.

So, anyway, yeah. I guess my question is, and to borrow a device from a fellow blogger, Question of the Blog, who do you model yourself after? Who's your Joe Strummer/Bob Dylan?

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I get to go on a business trip in October. I'm pretty stoked about the possibilities. It's not often I get to go out of town anymore (for work anyone, or pleasure for that matter) so it'll be a good time. Apparently this specific type of trip is more of a casual business bender than a lame workshop/ass kissing fest. Needless to say, I'm stoked.

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I'm gonna go check out Final Destination 3D (or whatever it's called) tomorrow. I've been watching a lot of movies lately, but, hey, that's just sort of what I do I guess. I've always been a movie buff. I've seen way too many and I don't really plan on quitting anytime soon. Other than that, I have the next couple of days off and I plan on having a good time and getting some much needed chilling in before I start another work week.

Here's hoping anyone who's reading this has a great week.

Take care,

Al.