Something is (or was) happening to the floors in the Boston office and all the desks had to be piled up in the kitchen. Fun with bikes ensued.

It’s taken about five years, but FINALLY I am back in touch with all the people who I missed from my past. Elementary school friends, even! I used to sneak off campus for lunch in 8th grade and smoke cigarettes at BC’s house. She just found me on myspace last week. Yay social networking!

... when the Auto-Pilot wrests control of the ship from the Captain and locks him in his quarters:

“And THAT’S why I hate robots!”

June has seen a lot of new faces here at TBG. The NYC office has welcomed a handful of new hires and a lovely summer intern, Kristyna Archer. She’ll be kickin’ it here in NYC through August. I thought I’d post a little intern Q & A here on the blog, since our interns don’t get formal profiles on the site. So without further ado, let’s get to know Kristyna a little better. If you’re in the NYC office on Tuesday or Thursday, stop by her desk and say hi!

So hot. 95°F today, supposed to be the same tomorrow. Heck of a time to have no hot water at home. My cats don’t mind, though.

Amazon was down for three hours today! Whoa. Now IMDB is down. WTF???

My last post about Slam Dance got me thinking. Particularly about how I used to find out about music.

Films have always been a great, awesome source of new music for me. I’ve discovered Django Reinhardt, LaVerne Baker, the Fibonaccis, Babyland, and that incredible song by the Chambers Brothers, ‘The Time Has Come Today’ (you know you’ve heard it!) while watching movies.

I LOVE soundtracks. I buy them a lot. I own over 200 soundtrack CDs.

And now I’m going to betray my industry and criticize product placement.

It bums me out that a song doesn’t get in to a film today unless someone gets paid. I’ve seen movies that were just fluff made to sell a soundtrack CD. That just sucks. Then there are awesome movies with equally awesome soundtracks, like Boogie Nights, Grosse Pointe Blank, Snatch, Dazed & Confused… I’d like to think that those musical choices were made in accordance with the story, not to sell X number of whatever people actually buy anymore. And what happened to scores? Are those now relegated to indie films? David Lynch movies? Does no one compose music for films anymore?

I signed in to comment on Nick’s post, and then I put the keyboard down (wireless, for the laptop: I’m in my living room watching Slam Dance) and my cat, Kali, plopped down next to me and started typing. She didn’t manage to say anything coherent to human eyes, but she typed away diligently.

Perhaps that means it’s time for me to post. I’ve been working on a post about Ruby on Rails for a while, but that needs some more work. I’ll write something about my favorite cameras tomorrow.

In the meantime, my cats.

And Slam Dance is the film that introduced me to one of my favorite bands of all time, the Fibonaccis.
Wall of Voodoo is awesome, too. Stan Ridgeway. Who doesn’t remember “Mexican Radio”? Besides those of you born after 1983… that is.
Anyway, a great film and greater soundtrack. Fun times!

Doomed. We’re all DOOMED. ART. LIFE.