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Ghostbusters at 25

Posted by Whitmore, August 13, 2009 11:23pm | Post a Comment

How the hell can Ghostbusters be 25 years old? I remember the first time I watched it, and I don’t think I was in grammar school ... shit, I’m getting old ...
 
Starting today, in honor of its silver anniversary, YouTube is hosting a weeklong showing of Sony's spooky comedy classic, Ghostbusters, starring Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis, Ernie Hudson, Sigourney Weaver, Rick Moranis, and Annie Potts.
 
The weirdest thing about this whole showing, is that even though the film will be playing for seven days on Youtube, technically it will be not be in your YouTube player. It will instead be deposited by way of Sony's Crackle player, which will then be embedded on Youtube. Sounds like a publicity stunt to me-- somebody’s making some cash off of this unholy union. Oddly enough, I might just be right for a change; rumor has it that Sony is currently developing a Ghostbusters 3 for a 2012 release. Spengler, Stantz, Venkman, and Zeddemore! ... I just hope it's better than the sequel, and I hope to hell all the original actors return. Who are you going to call but the original crew ... in fact I’ll take it a step further, I want Larry King, Joe Franklin and Casey Kasem making cameos again.
 
Ghostbusters on YouTube will appear in a 16x9 aspect ratio at "high quality" resolution (as opposed to YouTube's HD player) and it will feature as many as eight in-stream commercials. Enjoy!

(In which we witness love and marriage and indegestion.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 4, 2009 01:29pm | Post a Comment
wedding

Howdy!

The boyfriend and I just returned from a weekend in the great country of Texas – Houston, to be exact. We went there to celebrate the marriage of some neat humans.

The boyfriend was Best Man at the wedding, so I spent a lot of time in the chapel entertaining myself as he practiced marching down the aisle, handing over rings, smuggling in tequila shots and body-blocking any attempts the bride might have of going “runaway” – you know, typical Best Man duties.

Having been raised in a church, I know how to find all the best hiding spots, and I felt immediately at home. Curled in a cool, dark alcove between the pipe organ and a wood-carved dove of peace, I listened to music on my iPhone and surfed the World Wide Web – reading The Guardian, watching this and this, and wondering why Facebook suggested I be friends with Bill Murray (who I still haven’t forgiven for dog-earing my copy of Dubliners).

Rice Memorial Chapel, the house of God in question, is tucked centrally on the campus grounds of Rice University. It’s a lovely, small chapel, decorated with gold tile and royal blue carpeting. It is noticeably lacking in denominational iconography – a single, movable, wood cross sat off-stage – which is to be expected, I suppose, from a University that specializes in applied sciences. Stained glass glorifying Dr. Willem Kolff healing the crippled with Jarvik-7’s and panels depicting various stages of the Scopes “Monkey” Trial would not have seemed out of place.