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The HOLY Grail played last night at the Egyptian, to an audience of mostly sober mostly single guys. The opening credits brought hails of laughter.

But it was a good print of a good story. 24 extra seconds, mercifully not added during the intermission. I’m amazed at how well the movie stands up to the current comedy competition. It is consistently funny from the opening credits to just before the final cut. Excepting parts of scene 24, and a few of Tim’s explosions. And the bit about the illustrator. But compared to your average Saturday Night Live cast movie, this deserves an Oscar.

The trailer is also a work of art. Several different voice over candidates (including a Gumby) finally settling on a Japanese voice saying (I can only assume based on the subtitles) That once in a long while a movie comes along that will change cinema. One such movie is ‘The Seven Samuri’, by Akiro Kirosawa.

Incidentially, I saw the trailer before Startup.com. Depending on your relationship to the dotcom thing, you may want to see it. If you and your therapist are still hashing over it, don’t. If you were on the outside or were an investor, see it.

Sometimes you win. Sometimes the rest of the world wins.

Today’s one of the ‘rest of the world days’. Two level two emergencies. A couple less important ones.

But I got (this) one website moved over to Frontier/OSX in a deployment mode. Once the dns propagates, everyone will see this. This is one small victory in a day of hassle.

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Sunday I went out and played drums for the Harbor Steps Guerilla Music Occurance. There were around 20 to 30 people there with instruments; drums, didgeridoo, guitar, horn, voice, violin and others. At the appointed hour, a whistle blew and there was a great cacophony. It took a few minutes to get a beat going and something resembling music. A few people danced, many people took pictures, some of whom didn’t appear to be part of the celebration.

After 20 minutes or so, two security guards came out, talked to a few people, and spontaneously, most of the music came to an finale. People sort of ambled off, and half of the group went a block south under the viaduct entry ramp where we amused tourists for a little while longer with an improv version of Stomp and a surprisingly coherent version of Lean on Me. Half an hour of that, and people dispersed again, fading into the crowds of tourists.