"It's just me against tha world, baby"

If I was a rapper, I'd probably call myself DJ RagTag MC, and spin records out of my Mama's basement. Yo.

(Gimme a break - I'm a white guy from Norway.)

Just saw 8 Mile, and despite the worst audience I've ever had the displeasure of spending two hours with - an irritating and noisome bunch of just-out-of-diapers teenyboppers - I had a really good time. Eminem did a great job, and the story was classic (talented young man learns to stop wasting his life and start working to achieve his ambitions), but with enough twists to the format to make it interesting. Fine script and direction (by Curtis Hanson, the director of L.A. Confidential and Wonder Boys) made it all work. I have to admit, when I first heard about the project I had my doubts. Eminem...an actor? A semi-autobiographical story? Detroit? Curtis Hanson doing a rap-movie? Thankfully, it's all good. Go see it.

(And no, you certainly don't have to like Eminem and his music to enjoy it...but it helps.)

Snowing now - been snowing all day - and the streets are wet and slippery and white. I'm not planning on going back out there today. It's not chilly, but it's windy and unpleasant. Saturday night it may be; I'm staying put.

Listening to Heather Nova...well, I was. The last track faded out just as I was writing this. I'll have to go put something else on. Probably something more dope, like my man Tupac. Peace out.  ¶ 21:41