Dr. Katz

So I got my Dr. Katz DVDs the other day. As I mentioned previously, I'm a big fan of the show and have been waiting for a legitimate DVD release for quite some time. Since this doesn't appear to be happening anytime soon, I went ahead and got a bootleg of the entire series from eBay.

The series is spread across five DVD-Rs, each labeled and packaged together in a single DVD case with printed artwork. I was slightly dismayed to open the case and find four of the five discs stacked one on top of the other, without any sort of protection. Luckily, save for a few minor scuffs, the DVDs arrived unharmed. What a bad idea, though. Also included is a computer print out of the contents of each disc, with details for each episode. The guy definitely used rough draft mode here, but whatever.

The DVD menus are minimal. Each entry includes either a screenshot from the episode or the show's title page and an episode number (which corresponds to the printed episode guide). The background is some default graphic from whatever burner was used. No frills, but it's easy enough to find the episode you're looking for.

The quality of the video varies with each episode; it ranges from OK to pretty piss poor. Granted, I've only watched about five or six episodes so far, but I've already noticed drastic differences in quality. At best, there are obvious digital artifacts visible, probably due to some compression (AVI?) on the source files. Here and there, there is the kind of glitching you see with a weak satellite signal. On the other end of the spectrum, one of my favorite episodes (with David Cross as one of the guests/patients) is pretty terrible. It looks like it was sourced from a worn VHS copy and then digitally compressed. The audio is also pretty bad with this one, with lots of noise and hissing, again likely attributable to the VHS source. The worst detriment by far, at least in terms of annoyance, appears in a few episodes where the audio falls out of sync with the video. This really bothers me. And though it's not as bad as when this happens with live-action video, you'd be surprised at how important it is for animation. Even in “Squigglevision” the characters mouths are pretty tightly timed with the audio, and when it's off it is extremely distracting. Watchable, I guess, but very annoying.

Overall, I'm glad I bought this thing. It's great to see the show after so long, and I'm sure there are at least a few episodes I missed. The quality is not great, but it is a bootleg afterall. Hopefully, if whoever owns the rights to the show finds out that dorks like me are willing to plunk down the cash ($30+) for poor quality bootlegs, they'll wise up and release a proper set of DVDs for this awesome cult show.

There Will Always Be Sadness

I got in free to the Spoon/Clientele show. Lucky me, I owe a debt of gratitude to Shannon, her friend Chris, and some guy Chris met at the bar in DC9. I could've easily gotten in otherwise—there were plenty of tickets and extra guest list spots for sale outside the 9:30—but I'm glad I didn't have to pay. This show was not worth the fifteen bucks.

The Clientele, who were my reason for going to the show, were pretty good. They played well and played several of my favorite songs. [Though I have to admit it's almost all the same song with them, at least it's a very good one.] It was cool to hear them and be able to appreciate it, as opposed to the first time I saw them and didn't really know their music.

So why was it unworthy of my money? Here's why: the fucking din of background noise I had to put up with was enough to nearly drive me nuts. I shit you not, it sounded like I was in a goddamn stadium. Yes, the Clientele are a fairly quiet band, and yes, they were the openers. But really—do these motherfuckers have to talk so damn much? I'm assuming at least some of them paid to get in. And surely most of them realized there was a live band on the stage. Yet there they were, blabbing incessantly throughout the band's entire performance. Spoiled fucking brats.

So yeah, it basically ruined the show for me. I guess I'm getting old. Or maybe I just really do hate people. Who the fuck knows. I hate to say it, but the Iota show was much better.

Pumpernickel Baby

Due to popular demand, I am here to update you on current events. The current events of my life, I mean. The seemingly insignificant ones. BTW, it's fucking June already???

Firstly, I'd like to just reiterate that three-day weekends are the fucking best thing ever. It is my firm belief that all weekends should be three days long. It makes a lot of sense if you think about it. I mean, you need one day to recover from the work week, one full day of having fun (going out, doing stuff, being active), and another day to get stuff done around the house and ease back into the idea of returning to work. Is that so unreasonable? Plus you get the likeable cousin of the three-day weekend, the four-day work week, built right into the deal. Nothing wrong with that. So will you sign my petition?

Now for a recap (short form):

Had a late dinner with Tim and Sarah on Friday. Tried to go to Anita's but they closed early for some lame reason. Ended up at Amphora and had a decent meal and some great conversation about technology, cloning, and death row organ donors. Got home and Bittorrent-ed episodes of Robot Chicken.

Saturday—lovely and relaxing. Took an enlightened bike ride to beautiful downtown Arlington. Visited Ms. Shannon at Olsson's, looked for Seattle books and smoked cigs. Unfrozen caveman pizza for dinner. Should be noted here that CPK thin crust (tomato, basil, moz and olive oil) is actually quite good. Saturday nite hazy. Made a CD for Sunday's roadtrip. Wally given catnip—myself, the human equivalent.

Pinnacle of weekend: Sunday, not usually my fun day. Went to Baltimore with Shannon as planned. Amazing weather. Hit “The Avenue” in Hampden...Atomic Books, True Vine, and that cafe across from Atomic. Really good limeade there. Bought some weird books and the latest issue of the Big Takeover. Big Spender card filled but not redeemed. Stopped by Druid Park for possible photo ops. Null. Continued on to Fells Point. Walked the docks, took some shots, and talked a lot. Stopped by Sound Garden and picked up a stack, put half back. And if yer keeping track:

Stereolab: Oscillons From the Anti-Sun box
Wire: Pink Flag (re-issue)
Mirah: C'mon Miracle
Owen: s/t
Home Movies Season 1
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Returned to the South. Ate many sushi. Watched R Chicken and screened Tarnation.

Monday: Personal maintenance. Shave and haircut. Cleaned house. [Bedroom still in ruins.] Attended a Czech bbq with Tim, Sarah, various adults, in a swank house near Tenley Town. Delicious kebabs. Surprisingly fun and much better than stewing in my own juices. Four words: the illustrious Julia Ames.

So there that is. Good folks, good food, great fun. What a doozy. And then it was last night, and I introduced a hater (aka Shannon) to Salvadorean/doran food with takeout from Abi's. Bean and cheese pupusas rule, my friend. And their plantanos fritos are badass. Needless to say, she was converted.

So the Spoon/Clientele show is sold out. What the fuck ever. No one sells out the only Friday show in ages that I actually care about attending and gets away with it. I'll get in, all right.

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW???

Eltit On Deen

I found out through this post from Marc that DVD bootlegs of the entire Dr. Katz series are going around for sale on eBay. I used to watch this show all the time in college and have been waiting ever since they started releasing DVDs of TV shows for it to come out. That has yet to happen. A bootleg will have to do for now, I suppose.

Speaking of goofy and wonderful TV shows, I've finally gotten into Adult Swim's Robot Chicken. I've only caught one full episode (#16) so far, but both times I saw it I was LOLing like a madman. Scenes like the Smurfs dealing with an axe murderer, the totally awesome girl bit, and even the robot incessantly trying to hump a dryer had me in stitches. Check it out if you haven't already. It airs Sundays at midnight (and again on Thursdays) on Cartoon Network.

I started my first flickr group. It is based on the fact that I often find my cat, Wally, sitting up like a person (as seen here). It's called Like a Person, naturally. We have 30 members so far.

Ah yes. The three-day weekend. I love it so. The highlight as of yet looks to be Sunday, when I will daytrip up to Baltimore for photo-taking and buying stuff at my usual shopping destinations: Sound Garden, Atomic Books, Normals, and all those other cool shops on The Avenue. [Note to self: Please to not spend all yer money!!!]

Null

I saw Star Wars Episode III last night. Here's my review:

Blah blah blah digital projection blah blah. Wookies blah blah not bad blah blah. Blah I hate Hayden Christensen blah blah [something to justify spending $10] blah.

So there you have it.

My new favorite person on flickr is...naked_college_running.

Take a Gander

Lovely weekend, it was. The weather made everything just so damn pleasant. I took a bike ride on the Capital Crescent Trail in DC on Saturday. Snapped a few pictures, including the one to the left, of what I thought were some ducks hanging out near the C&O Canal. Tim corrected my city-boy mistake by informing me that those are in fact Canadian geese. Whoops. Anyway, they were cool; there was a whole family of them waddling around. This old guy came up to me just as I was starting to shoot and asked if he could feed them, and I told him it was ok, of course. They were so preoccupied with eating that it allowed me to get that much closer to them. Thanks, old guy! I'll have to remember my own bread crumbs next time.

So I was considering going to see Antena tonight at my least favorite DC venue, Iota. They are a recently-reissued and quasi-reformed French band from the early 80s whose discography-spanning Camino Del Sol disc was released last year on reissues label Numero Group. It is essentially an expanded edition of an EP of the same name, originally released on Les Disques du Crepuscule in 1982. That label is perhaps better known for Factory Records tie-ins (as Factory Benelux) and releasing early material from bands like A Certain Ratio, Durutti Column, and Crispy Ambulance.

Antena's unique “electro samba” (blech) sound and enchanting, French/English female vocals made it my favorite reissue of 2004. I was excited to hear that they'd be touring and playing in my own neighborhood. That is, until I saw that they would be appearing at Iota and that it would actually only be the original singer, Isabelle, who was playing with some back-up band. So I was on the fence about it, until I heard today (thanks, Dominic) that Antena is not playing at Iota, or anywhere else for that matter. The Numero web site has the following to say about it, along with an apology: After only a handful of dates on their first US tour ever, Antena have decided to cancel the remaining dates and head home. Weird. There's nothing on
Isabelle's blog about it. In fact, she seems to indicate that the tour was going well. Well, decision made.

I'm considering getting one of these PocketDocks for my iPod. I never got a dock, since Apple stopped including them. And the regular docs won't work with the iSkin on, anyway. This looks like the perfect solution for giving me that lovely line-level signal I've been craving. You do realize that the headphone out of the iPod is inferior to the line-out of the dock, don't you? Huh, nerd?

And while I'm considering what iPod accessory to buy next, this is happening:

Unseen Pictures, Untold Stories: How The U.S. Press Has Sanitized The War in Iraq [DN!]
Images of thousands of dead U.S. soldiers helped to turn the tide of public opinion against the Vietnam War, but now photo-journalists are even banned from military funerals at Arlington national cemetery. A report this weekend in the Los Angeles Times documented the extremely rare publication of photos of American casualties in six major newspapers during a sixth month period. Readers of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Los Angeles Times, New York Times, St. Louis Post-Dispatch and Washington Post never saw a single picture of a dead serviceman or servicewoman in their morning papers.

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Wonderful commute this morning. Sheets of rain. Completely soaked below the knees. Still drying out. Lovely. It's Friday, though, and tomorrow should be (better fucking be) beautiful.

I've been working on some music lately. You'll never hear it. You can thank me later.

May try to see Star Wars this weekend. What ever should I wear? I just don't know.

This is retarded, but kind of funny. I can't really get into it here in the office. I like Store Wars, though. You know, featuring Obi Wan Cannoli, Chewbroccoli and Darth Tater? Organic food lovers will eat it up.

Galaxy Friends

Last night was really great. First off, big ups to everyone who came out and anyone who told me they liked this song or that or asked what I was playing. That shit is like DJ crack. Seriously. So many nice moments, from the guy who freaked when I played the Seeds to the kind words and encouragement from friends. Extra special thanks to Tim, Andy, and Randy for lending me gear, to Shannon for co-piloting and watching me panic, and to Lary for hooking me up with a nice bit of cash. Big big thanks, everybody. You made my night.

So I only fucked up a few times. I had issues with the iPod, unfortunately. It's not so much the iPod's fault as it was the Hut's shitty mixer. I worked it out, though, and it wasn't too big a deal. It's weird—I was so worried I didn't bring enough stuff and there ended up being all this crap I didn't get to play. This guy, Joi, who was pretty drunk kept coming up and requesting shit I didn't have. He was asking for good stuff but I just couldn't help him out. He did recognize the McCarthy song I played and told me that, in his country (the Philippines), it's “their song” or something. Hah. Oh and someone wanted to hear the Misfits and I couldn't do it. Where's Travis when you need him?

It's a little sad to think that last night was probably my last time DJing at Galaxy Hut. It's always been a positive experience and will certainly be something I miss.

Before I forget—did anyone happen to take any photos? Please let me know if you have any good ones.

I'll Come Running to Tie Your Shoes

The Mice Parade show last night was awesome. They had about 6-7 people playing, including drummer Doug Scharin and Kristin Anna, one of the girls from Mum. It was a percussive delight, I tell ya. Doug is an amazing drummer, first of all—overrated or not, and was playing some great dynamic, odd-metered stuff. At one point he and Adam Pierce (the main mouse) did this great drum solo with Adam going off on this hand drum he was sitting on. I'm not usually a big fan of drum solos, either, but this was lovely. The crowd was sparse...maybe 1/3 capacity or something, but they seemed to be pretty into it. It was kind of cool that way, actually. In fact, there was nary a hipster to be found; I like that. So that's 2/2 great shows from those guys. Good work. [Special thanks to Tim for driving and sparing me from Metro-ing or sitting at home and missing a cool show.]

We caught most of Boom Bip's set before Mice Parade went on, and it was much better than I expected. They had a full band and were way more rock than I would've guessed—drums, kb/laptop, guitars, bass. It's weird; that first album is like indie ambient hip hop, and this new one...do I have a fake or something? Honestly, I haven't listened to Blue Eyed in the Red Room a whole lot because it didn't really grab me a first, but their kraut-inspired set last night didn't sound much like the album at all; I actually found it way more engaging and interesting. We didn't stay for Headphones, but I'm guessing we didn't miss much.

So, I'm DJing tonight at good old Galaxy Hut. I'm sure you noticed the flyer in my previous post (which seemed to go over like a lead balloon, but whatever). I've decided not to bring my turntable. It's too much trouble for only playing a few bits of vinyl. It looks like it's gonna be all-digital: CD decks and my trusty iPod. My set will range from the wonderful to the fantastic. That's the good news. The bad news is that I'll be playing everything backwards. Sorry, technical difficulties.

And finally, this just in: Joe Pernice (of the Pernice Brothers) now resembles a young Jerry Garcia. What's up, Joe? It looks like you've been spending way too much time at home. Why not tour a little and play a show for me?

Oh well, click through to view his self-produced pilot for MTV's Cribs. It's pretty funny, for just some guy showing you around his house.

DJed