Edgy MD

I was thinking it was a film about a hair metal band.

I think his problem isn't his surfeit of walks any longer, but his deficit of innings.

Hey, we have no konfirmation 1 way or the uther!

Sounded for all the world like a Tom Waits composition, and I was a little surprised it wasn't.

Mack's Mets on Ruben: Mojo asked: Mack, is SS Ruben Tejada for real? Mack: Yes. Some prospects have the tag attached to them from the minute they are either signed or drafted. Others, like fellow B-Met Josh Thole, have to prove it on the field. Tejada was signed by the Mets before the 2007 season started and was sent to the VSL Mets. He was batting .364/.466/.479 in 121 at bats there when he was promoted to the GCL Mets. He ended the season there, hitting .283/.401/.367/.768, in 120 at bats. Tejada was named the recipient of the 2007 Sterling Award as the MVP of the VSL Mets. He was 17-years old. The Mets decided in the 2007-2008 off season to bypass Savannah and send Tejada straight to A+-St. Lucie. None of this made any sense to most of us that report on the Mets, especially since there was no rush to send someone to Queens and start at short. Tejada did as he was told and basically played like an 18-year old in a league of where the average player was 3+ years older than him. He finished the season hitting .229/.293/.296/.589, in a whopping 497 at bats. And he could have easily faded away like so many one-year rookie league wonders we�ve seen come and go over the years. He was 18-years old. This year, it made Mets-sense to send Tejada to AA-Binghamton. I mean, he played at the wrong level the year before so why not continue the madness. Tejada has played just about every inning for one seriously bad team, and as of last night, he was hitting .293/.357/.380/.737 in 389 at bats. He is the second youngest player in the entire league, and has hit above .280 every month other than April. So far in August, he�s hitting .429. He is 19-years old. All of this seems too early until you realize another Met batted .250 as a 17-year old, and hit .287 for the B-Mets as a 19-year old. His name was Jose Reyes and he became the Mets starting shortstop as a 20-year old. What will the Mets do with him? Will they try to turn him into a second baseman like the fiasco they did with Reyes in 2004? I have no idea, but what I do know, is that Ruben Tejada is a top 100 prospect right now and has a long, successful career ahead of him.

Just in case a future researcher reads consent in my silence, I'll submit my thinking that Alien isn't utter crap (nor one of the stupidest movies in film history), and add thatBlade Runner exceeds decent. I think by a lot.

http://andibelle.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/the-fabulous-stains.jpgDiane Lane is a teenager in a dead-end town heading for a dead-end life. When a touring rock show comes through town she and her sister and cousin and their nascent band get offered a spot on the bill. They take the job just to get out of town, stink horribly, but become a growing sensation thanks to her publicity-grabbing loud mouth and attention-grabbing look. Gradually they work their way to the top of the bill and the rest is all part of my rock 'n' roll fantasy. This thing has been re-issued and Ms. Edgy rented it because it's getting a lot of attention in fashion blogs and magazines. (She reads them at the gym, what of it?) Noteable is the band in the middle slot on the bill, a classick punk lineup fronted by British character actor Ray Winstone (who you recently saw as "Mac" in Indiana Jones/Crystal Skull) and backed by Clash bassist Paul Simonon and Sex Pistols Steve Jones and Paul Cook. The headliner is fronted by a burned out glam rocker played by the Tubes' Fee Waybill. Fee Freakin' Waybill! The guy was 31, in the prime of his own musical career, and is getting work playing burned out old guys. Well, that's just sad is what it is. Anybody else stumble into this one? Just me? Ok.

That would be a long-assed list. The one directoral effort not listed here: Curly Sue (1991).

I've got to bring particular disregard down on Ferris for every film/tv show that plays Yell-o's "Oh, Yeah..." when the protagonist spots a hot chick or a cool car. Enough.

Released in 1991, this movie mashes up John Hughes' favorite 1980s themes as a writer/director (romance and pride leading a loneliheart to challenge the high school caste system) and his favorite 1990s themes as a producer (tranquil Midwestia being defended by a loveable naif against threats from oiley outsiders). It's built around what should be a can't-miss premise --- a Walter Mitty-type fantasy-dreaming nebbish trapped overnight in a department store with a beautiful woman. And it misses big. It misses like a multi-year Vince Coleman contract. I don't usually give my qualitative assessment of a film in the first post of a film thread, but there it is. Tell me I'm wrong. I rented this a few weeks ago, curious as to how such a thing could miss, and I painfully suspect that news of my renting filtered back to Hughes and caused his heart attack. What goes on is what happens when a guy like Hughes becomes a brand and he just goes from set piece to contrivance to set piece to contrivance in the name of advancing his brand, but doesn't really have any idea what he's doing. The protagonist (Frank Whaley) is the skinny fast-talking bullshitter that would have been played by Anthony Michael Hall had AMH not bulked up and started playing bullies. And he's more or less fine. He and his would-be rich bitch paramour (Jennifer Connolly) are 21, but still stuck in town living out the traumas of their youth --- his hard-working family that doesn't truck with dreamers, her brutal father that doesn't accept that his money can't buy away the alienation that the rich and beautiful and motherless girl is heir to. I don't know. I'm giving this way too much thought. It sucked. The "department store" is actually a new midwestern discount chain at the time called Target, and you get to see a lot of shit that they don't sell anymore, looking like a cross between Woolworth's and K-Mart. That's got an unintentional appeal, I guess. Time capsule appeal. The oily bohunks are played with slackjawed annoyingness by Dermot Mulroney and his brother Kieran. In fact, when our love-destined couple first meet the thugs, they accidentally knock them cold, and then seemingly inexplicably run away rather than tying them up or taking their guns or calling the police. But the purpose becomes clear, as their hiding becomes opportunities to put them together in sexually provocative positions. Jennifer Connolly is just continually degraded over-and-over throughout this whole thing. The film has sort of become legendary in that sense. Even those who've never seen it (and they are many) understand from the subtext of poster and the video box to be saying, "This film is a delivery system for Jennifer Connolly's bosomliness." So, anyhow, like I said, curiosity of the "How can this miss?" sort led me to rent, and now I know. But not before I had the mortifying experience of poking around the video racks in search of it and hearing Ms. Edgy approach Smelly Crusty Video Clerk-Guy to inquire after it, and to draw the response, "Oh sure, I remember that film. That one really featured Jennifer Connolly's assets." Yuck, Smelly Crusty Video Clerk-Guy! Get away from my wife! Down what cursed alley of depravity has my curiosity led me?! Maybe John Hughes has to answer iin the hereafter for making this one, and maybe I have to answer for renting it. But here's something, and it speaks to Some Kind of Wonderful also --- what's with naming films after songs that don't appear in the film? And really don't even share the themes of the film. Seriously, what's up with that? it's some misleading shit.

Bueller is stringing together set pieces. Anytime plot contrivances are somehow laid upon each other to place our hero(s) unprepared before a demanding audience and he or she or they manage to sing/dance/strut the runway well enough to win their wild approval of said skeptical audience, you take large steps toward losing me. Sorry, Ferris. All these are deeply flawed, but 16 Candles rings truest. Always has, for me.

D rocks distressed jeans, and has a cousin (or brother) of color. Are those the backup lights on with that truck? Are they posing while it's in gear?

All of Kingsport is hitting.

Josh Thole, graduate of the Teufel School.

Thank you. Can you make it a poll, though?

Damien took his truck muddin'.

Well, he's not in youth league now, and 25 speed implies he's far from the best athlete. I'm guessing they're exaggerating, not seeing him at 100%, or judging him on a run or two when he wasn't at full speed. I could be wrong on each account.

And wouldn't be playing short, I'd think.

Damien Magnifico is being damien 13 minutes ago

Damien's facebook posting suggests he's really keeping a level head these days. Damien Magnifico shook Brad penny, David Ortiz, Dustin pedroia, n Taylor teagarden 's hand 2nite... 7 hours ago � Comment � LikeUnlike Jacob Price no way bro that must have been awsome 7 hours ago Damien Magnifico ur a douchebag lol 7 hours ago

OK, we're friended up but he hasn't consented yet to an interview. Damien's current Facebook thought of whimsy suggests he's from the Bouton school by way of MFS62: "A ballplayer spends a good piece of his life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time." But his previous comments project the flower of youth. "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever." "Always gonna act like a kid cuz if i act mature people think im dumb so by actin childish i am smarter :p" "Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile way and you have their shoes." And he's not afraid to refer to himself in the third person, or to lol at his own work. when life gets to hecktic, sit down put in a fat pinch n let the good times roll.--- always been a D-MAG saying lol" In the responses to that comment he lets out on July 9 that the Mets haven't made an offer yet. I think they might be monitoring his Facebook page while weighing their options.

He hasn't accepted my friendship yet. Bonding issues.

How indy can it be when it stars two folks from major tv shows?

In another of my endless series of films about events conspiring to send disaffected urbane adults to home again to the modest burg of their childhood and confront their extedended estrangement from their parents. I ended up with this French film in which, um, all that stuff happens. What's different about this one is that the guy drives a grocery van through the French country side.

I think I think I don't think too much.