March 2006 Archives
We are putting down guitar hero long enough to throw a kick ass party.
Tonight! TONIGHT!!!
Golf Pros VS Tennis Hos at the Juggernaut Unlimited LTD
Socks. Skirts. Pleats. Cleats.
at Party O'Clock
950 Hart STREET, Studio 106
Take the L to Dekalb
Call one of us to get in, or sneak in if you are crafty. shoot me an email if you are confused.
So I got me one of those Namco Plug n' Play devices on eBay, and I gotta say, it makes for pretty excellent gamery. It's got five games, Ms. Pac-Man (how I love her) Mappy (if you've played this, ever notice that the music is suspiciously reminiscent of Super Mario Bros 2?), Galaga, Xevious, and Pole Position. I must admit, not a big fan of pole position. Love the sound, and the graphics are lovely, but it just doesn't do it for me (not a fan of aerial views, I guess).
Someday they will make one of me, with a guitar hero guitar in my rocking immortalized hands.
Drawing Restraint 9
A review by eric.
Matthew Barney loves Bjork. Bjork loves Matthew Barney. They both love Japan. And after this film, I hate all goddamn three.
What with having nothing to say to anyone unless it's regarding guitar hero these days, a quiet american I am not (a totally hard rocking american, however...) But this guy who calls himself just that records, not totally sweet geetar solos, but the music of field recordings from Nepal, Vietnam, Fiji Islands, Burma, Cambodia, and others. Ever heard the rattling sound of a bamboo harvest in Nepal? Or the call of midnight vendors in Burma? The quiet american sure has, and he wants to share it all with you. There are about 5 hours of recordings on this site, and he's always adding.
If your fret hand wrist and your strumming shoulder and your bleary eyes need a rest, check out the Quiet American and listen to the sounds of other countries.
Got this press release today.... this is my only way to feel close to all of you...
Nutshell: GH hasn't even been released yet but is already sold out.
Also, Red Octane is working on a Country add on and a Metal add on.
Tired of this?
Now you can turn your SG controller WIRELESS, thus allowing you to pull off the jump-off-the-coutch-windmill.
NYPress's annual list of horrible shit heads who live with us is out. Check it out
I haven't been posting as much as I'd like to, because by day I'm stuck in a studio working on a shoot with no computer, and by night, I am slave to Guitar Hero. I don't normally spend a lot of money at the drop of a hat, but last night I went out and bought me a PS2 and GH, and now my apartment is dripping with hard rocking goodness. Even though it seems impossible to ever tire of GH, there are a few cheats to spice up the background. How about giving the audience monkey heads??! Or see your avatar rock star use air guitar?! Isn't that wacky? Also a few real cheaty cheats, like getting a 5 star rating every time you play, always being green in the meter of rock, or unlocking guitar hero. (but I don't recommend these because if you cheat, you'll never rock as hard as That's Plenty)
GH roxx0rs!
To help make me feel like less of a loser for playing 3 straight days of Guitar Hero, I checked that as a tag, on Flickr. WE ARE NOT ALONE. To the tune of over 1000 pictures. We are all Guitar Heros! UNITE!http://www.flickr.com/photos/tags/guitarhero/
By the way take note that this kid was rocking so hard one of his socks flew off. Now that's rock and Roll!
This is no longer about heartwarming. This is now a clinical test to see if you have a heart at all. So you read the story about the math whiz, you watched the story about the Autistic Kid making a million baskets and were still like whatever, aint no thang.... Well then fine. Fine! Here is the atom bomb. If this doesn't warm the cockles of your heart, then you, my friend, are a cocklesless bastard.
www.cuteoverload.com
And while I am at it, I am gonna hit you with another schmaltzy "personal interest story". This one must have made the newscasters shit thier pants with how perfect a feel good story this was. It has all the elements these type of stories need: retard kid, sports, overcoming the odds. So here it is....
Do it kid!
They are making a movie about it. Its going to be called "ForestRudyIAmSamRockyGump". But seriously, this really did make me feel good. I can't help it. That kid was fucking rocking, and not just back and forth.
...is in fact true. My favorite Urban Legend detectives www.snopes.com have a sweet story about a kid who is late to class, mistakes two unproven statistics equations for homework and goes on to solve them, without knowing that he has done anything exceptional. It smacks a bit of a story your grandma would tell you, as a precursor to saying somthing like "its all about positivity" and pointing to a motivational poster of a monkey holding a bannana and giving you a thumbs up. But, whatever, I like my grandma.
http://www.snopes.com/college/homework/unsolvable.asp
So we mentioned before that we're all hooked on Guitar Hero here at That's Plenty headquarters. Tonight, as last night, we all rallied together at Juggernaut Unlimited Ltd. for a nice hot round of the best game of all time.
Now, you may be familiar with a certain facial expression known as Guitar Face. It is a phenomenon that has been scientifically documented
I took tonight's guitar hero roundup to capture the face... the GUITAR face of that's plenty.
My #1 favorite is published only in my brain, so don't bother checking the site for a post you may have missed. #2 is the first to be posted.
On my way to Juggernaut Unlimited Ltd. tonight, a pair of male albino twins boarded the subway car Karen and I were riding. They both wore bluejeans, a black nondescript winter jacket, and a black baseball cap. They held on to the pole in the middle of the car with their right hands, each facining opposite directions, each holding a white shopping bag in their left hands. They rode the train for three stops and got off. Their entire ride I stared at the one facing me and he stared back.
Well? Why does it? That was the freaking worst Mortal Kombat I have ever EVER played. You can't even throw stuff. And what's the deal with LoTR game? Why would you take an awesomely nerdtastic set of movies with an enormous market, and turn it into the most repetitive video game ever played? And why do they make you watch so much of the movie between each short (very short) level? If I wanted to watch the movie, you guessed it. I'd watch it. They should at least give you the option to skip it. But no. No no no. And how about Burnout? Okay, your competing to make the biggest car crash. Sure, that's cool, but what's not so cool is having upgrade just to do a different course or drive a different car. (I don't know much about xBox, do upgrades cost money?) I mean, come on, once you've played it two or three times, you can't even mess up because you've got the whole damn thing memorized! Why? Because Xbox sux my dix.
Our good friend Joshua over at Roadside PIcnic just put up another installment of his transcendent radio show/podcast. If you are in to good music you haven't heard, then this is for you.
Confused? Here is how it goes...
"A young boy—bookish, awkward, a dreamer—goes to see Douglas Fairbanks in The Mark of Zorro, and falls in love with the idea. A costumed hero who masquerades as a timid milquetoast, then bursts forth to battle crime and injustice with superhuman skill! Plot thickens: the boy loses his parents, shot dead in a mugging gone wrong. The crime is senseless, random. The boy’s life is shattered. He vows revenge, not on the thug that did his father in, but on crime itself. He vows he will become…
Hold on. Here’s the part you might not know. The city is not fictional Gotham but real life Cleveland. The boy is not millionaire Bruce Wayne but working class schlemiel Jerry Siegel. His father Michel, who immigrated from Lithuania in the first decade of the century, was murdered while closing his Woodland haberdashery in 1928. The police never found his killer. Ten years later, Jerry Siegel and his high school buddy Joe Shuster wrote and illustrated the first true “superhero†story for Harry Donenfeld’s Action Comics. This is not Batman’s secret origin, it’s Superman’s."
More of this and other early comic book related goodness at http://www.robmacdougall.org/ Historians don't get nearly the Rock Star status they deserve. Rob MacDougall you are a historian rock star.
This past Friday, Dylan and I found ourselves amongst a furied sea of snobby art students, crotchey old uppersidians, couples in their mid-thirties, crying children, and massive guided tours on pay-as-you-wish night at the Whitney on the last weekend of the Biennial. It ended not a moment too soon.
I know, we haven't been posting as much. Even now, my fingers are almost too swollen and bloody to type. We tried, we honestly did...but an overwwhelming force of awesomness has taken over our lives, never to surrender them. What is it, you ask??? Mother Fucking Guitar Hero.
Nothing really caught my eye on the stands these couple of weeks so instead of shit-talking Spider-man’s new costume (Jesus Marvel…), I’d like to gush about a title I read six years ago and have recently rediscovered: Azzarello et al’s stint on Hellblazer.
First off, forget the fucking movie. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.
That out of the way, John Constantine: Hellblazer has for years been one of them most daring, balls to the panel titles on the market. I’m not sure that it has ever sold that well, and for a title called “Hellblazer,†it has featured more emotional hell than fire and brimstone, yet in a trick worthy of Constantine himself it has remained on the stands for years garnering some of the best talent in the industry. Grant Morrison, Alan Moore, Mark Millar, Brian Vaughn, Warren Ellis, Neil Gaiman, Mike Carey, Paul Jenkins; some of these guys made their careers based on their Hellblazer work. And those are just writers.
Anyway, for some reason one of the most outstanding creative runs, Brian Azzarello’s, gets hardly any play. Originally released around 2000, Azzarello took Constantine out of his brutally safe European homeland and drug him, body and soul, through the hateful, stinking majesty of America’s dark places. In doing so, Azzarello manages to reconcile the various portrayals of Constantine that have appeared in throughout Hellblazer’s long, dark run from cancellation.
The last large mammal to be discovered (1901), it looks a bit like a cross between a Giraffe and a Zebra, sleeps only 5 minutes in a 24 hour period, has scent glands in its feet, has a one foot long blue tounge and can lick its own ears. It is also the emblem for the (now defunct) Society of Cryptozoology. I love you Okapi!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okapi
Sonic Youth "Superstar" 1994
It's Sonic Youth cover day here at That's Plenty. First up, SY's '94 cover of the Carpetner's hit, proving once again that the Carpenter's songs all kick ass plugged in. Maybe we'll have Carpenters day soon (You hear that McCool?!). Don't worry folks, my cover of Solitaire is just around the corner.
Wylde Ratz "TV Eye" 1998
So, in the late '90s Mark Arm of Mudhoney, Ron Asheton of the original Stooges, and Thurston Moore and Steve Shelley of Sonic Youth started a "RAWK" cover band called Wylde Ratz, recorded an album, put a cut (this one,covering the Stooges) on the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack, and promptly broke up. The album was never released...However, it did make it on to the Internet as things have a tendency to do, and promptly fell on to my hard drive. After listening to these songs, I think Sonic Youth should stick to covers...just kidding...kind of...
Ever stay up late at night, your brain spinning, trying so desperately hard to remember, what was The Thing's religion? Or Phoenix's? Well, worry no more. Here is a disturbingly long list of comic book character's religions.
The Religious Affiliation of
Comic Book Characters
Ah, and...
The Thing is Jewish
Phoenix is Episcopalian
Hey, did you know that this past December some scientists found out that the Narwhal tusk is used to detect changes in water temperature, pressure and particle gradient? Doesn't that seem lame? But I bet there's some badass narwhals down there that totally use their tusks as a skewer and make a delicious sea creature shish kabob.
The Chameleons (UK) "Paradiso" 1986
The Chameleons deserve as much credit for influencing the current post-punk sound (esp. the 8th note guitar sound) as the oft-name-checked-on-press-release-darlings Joy Division, Gang of Four, or Wire. If you are into this stuff check out their record Strange Times. Easily 70% of the kids at Interpol's first shows were wearing Chameleons Tshirts. This is my favorite song of theirs.
Echoboy "Telestar Recovery" 2000
Echoboy's other songs on, "Vol 1" and "Vol 2" have almost nothing in common with this sweet track; ie: they aren't sweet tracks. I wonder if Echoboy knows this. I wonder if when the Echoboy guy wrote this he was like "Man this is awesome...Oh well, enough of that, tiime to get back to my true passion: writing music no one likes." Seems to me like once you take the first tender steps down the road of awesome one cannot turn back. Maybe the the light of awesome was too blindingly beautiful and terrible to embrace, like when Frodo offered Galadriel the One Ring. I'm just saying.
Gotta love that Scottish humor. His work is best when viewed in bulk. His photographs are hilarious, his drawings are hilarious, and his animations are also, hilarious. In fact, you should just go out and buy his book, it's really the only way. Because you keep reading and as you see more and more it starts to blow your tiny mind at how very many ideas and weirdnesses he has.
I am aware that books are not free, so, if you must, here's his website:
www.davidshrigely.com
(I placed this entry under bad art because there's not category for good art...but I think it's good art, so please ignore the bad art categorization of this post...actually, this art is kind of good because it's so bad, you know, those illustrations and handwriting that are remeniscent of a 3rd grader at best...it adds to the humor...and some people might be of the opinion that humorous art isn't really art, it's more of a joke, in which case, they would call this bad art...in fact, I might venture to say that whether art is good or bad is pretty subjective, and depending on the veiwer, this may very well be a big load of bad art. So I apologize, profusely, for presuming that you will find this art, "good". (and what does good really mean, when you come down to it?)
So here you go. Just don’t go messing up my stamp collection when you are doing your twisty dance.
http://20-248-e.onlinestoragesolution.com/spikepriggen/public/The%20Tornados-Robot.mov
You liked that, did you? Then eat your heart out at http://scopitones.blogs.com/ where there is a whole bunch more crazy French music videos. They were originally made in the 60's for French Film Jukeboxes, which eventually failed, and many of the videos were lost to history. That is until a Blog came along to the rescue, and began bringing you these amazing videos through the magic of the information superhighway. So show some appreciation, you cantankerous little whippersnappers.
I love my Super Nintendo. I love it so so much. When I was 10, and my best friend had one, there was nothing I wanted more. And then, after coveting this perfect console for many a year, I finally got one. In my humble opinion, SNES is the best of the video gaming. With more vintage gaming, I mean, sure, it's really fun. But for me there's not enough longevity there. And with newer gaming, there's just too many buttons, too many levels, and too many dimensions. I'd just prefer 2D myself.
Anyway, I'm not getting into this discussion right now (but you can bet I will on a post in the near future). What I wanted to talk about today is my quest for the best games for SNES, and I need your help.
Spoilers for V for Vendetta
First off, I liked V for Vendetta, the film.
Second, I love the comic/graphic novel/sequential art doo-dad.
Third, The Pist's LP was named after a great line from the comic.
Now, let's look at this movie. Please note that this is a rant. Or stream of conciousness. Or maybe bullshit.
Karen's tatto post got me thinking about the fine art of tattoing and its connection to the "lowbrow" art world. So in that spirt I have assembled some of my favorite low brow artists, some of whom are tattoo artists themselves. I would be proud to wear any of these guys art on my skin...
NOTE: There are some depictions of nudity and sexuality after the link so....you should probably look at them.
I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. It's embarrassing. It displays a total disregard for my braincells. It proves that if there was a fashion teen magazine in front of me, I would read it. It shows me that I am perfectly willing, eager even, to waste time just for the sake of it. I can't stop reading girl gadget blogs.
I have one tattoo in progress which I am rather fond of, but I refuse to have just any old tattoo artist finish it. (The tattoo parlor closest to my apartment in Bushwick seems to have a very different aesthetic than what I am going for.) If you're wondering why I've been walking around for three years with an unfinished tattoo, it is because I had my work done in Hamburg, Germany. And the reason that it wasn't completed while I was there? Because tattoos are fucking expensive. (Where do all of those tattoo-crazed hipsters get their cash for all that ink?) So, I'll have to go back to Hamburg, Germany to Tattoo Nouveau. The website is in German, but there's a handy icon of a British flag in the upper right corner that allows you to read the site in English. You should check out Robert's work, particularly page 3 of his portfolio. There you will find a meager portion of his awesome Alfonse Mucha work. Of course you will see some bad tattoos in the mix of things as you go through the gallery, but it's not the tattoo artist's fault that the clients have such bad taste. Don't even get me started on 9/11 memorial tattoos. One tattoo phenomenon that continues to baffle me involves portraiture of deceased loved ones. I have often seen men with a portrait of their dead child on their upper arm. I just imagine someone looking at one of those bad K-Mart portrait photos of their child that they had taken for a Christmas card the year before and thinking that inking his kid's face on his arm will keep the memories alive. I think it's more creepy than it is sweet. Speaking of sweet. Check out this guy's eyelid tattoos. I think I am speechless. Nothing could beat that. Other than finger mustache tattoos! I have learned this evening that this is somewhat of a trend that has taken the hipster world by storm. 
During my research on finger mustache tattoos, I stumbled across an image of a tattoo that was done completely in white ink at a tattoo parlor in Finland. (I am starting to think that all of the best tattoo parlors are in Europe.) I have always wondered if a white tattoo would be successful. Now we have proof. Perhaps I will be popping over to Lahti, Finland after my next trip to Hamburg, Germany. If you want to keep up on the current tattoo trends, you should check out InkedBlog and Needled. And, as an added bonus, you will come across many hot tattooed hipster girls. (Not that there's any shortage of that in NYC.)
While everyone else was wearing green, I and fellow CT exile Casey saw The Books at The Getty. It was free. Caliphone opened. They had a drummer AND a percusionist, which is always a good sign. The program made reference to James Joyce and John Cage. The Books used found footage music videos, not limited to mormons taking off hats. The guitarist in the books got married recently and revealed his bacheleor party conisted of watching videos from the national archive. He then showed a newsreel from the 1930s of a man who makes fart sounds with his hands to the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy. Also, the Getty is nifty. You park and then take a monorail up to some elaborate villa while you look at poor ant people stuck on the highway.
As an added bonus, the row we were sitting in had the median age of 62, a mode of 74 and a mean of 42. Elegance.
This Saint Patrick's Day, 2006, men and women, children and fat depressed teenagers around the world stand up and say "No! We shall stay McSilent no longer!" Today we McFight back! And they need your help. Fill out the McForm and get McBack the Shamrock Milkshake.
Remember those news aggregators I posted about a little while ago? The ones that I was concerned might end up being lowest common denominator? One of the big ones www.digg.com, has ended up being used for even more nefarious purposes then I would have imagined.
http://www.siliconvalleysleuth.com/2006/03/digg_is_used_fo.html
It seems some stock brokers may be trying to manipulate stock prices by falsely linking to an unaccredited article about Google buying Sun. Luckily the self-regulation of these sites seemed to work as they were caught. It does make one wonder about what sources they can trust, and how often things like this go by unnoticed.
OOC any one have any insite into St. Kilpat's this year? Ya, know for old times sake..
Also, whacking day presents Snakes On A Plane trailer
I'm lying about the babies.
Plexi: Birds
So here it is...Physicists announced Thursday that they now have the smoking gun that
shows the universe went through extremely rapid expansion in the
moments after the big bang, growing from the size of a marble to a
volume larger than all of observable space in less than a
trillion-trillionth of a second....
http://www.nasa.gov/vision/universe/starsgalaxies/wmap_pol.html
What do you say to that? The size of a fucking marble? That’s hot. I wish I had a universe in a jar. That would be cool. I'd be all, "YO don't make me big bang your ass!" and they would all "Big bang my ass? Dude, that’s gross" and I'd be all... "Whatever, I'll do it."
Speaking of Big Banging, apparently that’s exactly what physicists were doing when they were uncovering this whole cosmic truth thing. "Schrödinger, Curie, Einstein, Feynman, Oppenheimer…the finest names of pre-Cold War 20th-century physics, some of whom gave us the most concise theories ever posited, form a roster of lamentable philanderers. Albert Einstein was completely “given to flirtation†and had legions of affairs. Caltech professor and bestselling raconteur Richard Feynman was probably the only Nobel Prize winner to befriend porn stars, claim a foolproof manner for bedding women and do his calculations on napkins in strip clubs. And it wasn’t just the guys: Marie Curie was relentlessly hounded by the press for seducing away her late-husband’s former student from his wife and kids."
http://www.seedmagazine.com/news/2006/03/getting_physical.php
So here’s to the big bang, both cosmic and personal, may they be ever expanding, explosive and plentiful.
From the desk of Julie Lou,
Holy shit, the father of modern chicken died on Monday, and the NYTimes has the funniest obituary I've ever read. Goodbye Robert Baker, your pioneering in the field of poultry will not go unnoticed... Read the obit.
I don't know if you guys already know about Abebooks, but snap! you should because it's so hella-cheap. It's new and used books, textbooks, out-of-print, and rare books. I just bought a book for $2.00. They've got a gianormous selection. Now you can skip the Strand and be a lazy bum.
Q Lazzarus "Goodbye Horses" 1988
A friend of the Juggernaut family was over last night, and somehow this song came up in conversation. The song has some sort of magical essence in it, I'm convinced. It first appeared in "Married To The Mob" in 1988, but didn't really reach anybody until its appearence in "Silence Of The Lambs" in 1991. Much to music fan's annoyance, it was not featured on the soundtrack, but apparently the band released a single to capitalize on the movie. Anyway, the band broke up. This, as far as anyone knows, is the the only song they ever made. It's incredible.
Gerard McMann "Cry Little Sister" 1987
Speaking of awesome songs in movies, LOST BOYS MOTHER FUCKER. If you have ever been to a bad goth night anywhere, then they probably played this. That doesn't make this song less awesome though.
Friends and contributors will be interested to know that, up from #3, we are now the #2(!!) google search result for 'that's plenty'. (And also #2 result without the apostrophe.)
We are the #1 google search result for "That's Plenty". (You know, in doublequotes.)
This American Life, if you haven't heard it yet, is the best radio show to come along in quite some time. I mean, that's not necessarily saying much. With Sirius and the Internet and, well, you know, television too, radio has seemed like a dead format to a lot of people for a long time. So let me put it another way: I listen to This American Life as religiously as I watch The Daily Show.
Though I often miss it because I'm busy, asleep, or crazy on Sundays. It's one of my days off. So I do what I want. I don't watch the clock. But today I've been listening to the one I missed this weeked, Habeas Schmabeas, an hour long special about the Guantanamo Bay prisoners.
I don't want to ruin it, but it's even worse than you thought it was. Aside from the shocking expose style stuff you might expect about the abortions of justice, there are long interviews with prisoners that have been released.
Everyone should hear this. (You need realplayer.)
I'm not looking forward to our children asking us "Why didn't you do anything?" when they learn about this war in history class 20 years from now.
Quest alone and die
No fun for soloists here
Warcraft is better
And not that stuff Joe was working on for Koons. I got this flyer from one J. Morrison who makes my favorite sort of shirts: people asphyxiating each other. He also did a Xiu Xiu cover. So if anyone goes (it's free) tell me if there are any people choking each other or other cool things like toilet paper that insults your self image. And look, it's free. Maybe they have food. Sam, you should really be eating more..
Biggish readable flier/flyerwithin...
http://reddit.com/
This is probably the best of a number sites that are doing a sort of news aggregation based on link popularity...
"A source for what's new and popular on the web -- personalized for you. We want to democratize the traditional model by giving editorial control to the people who use the site, not those who run it. Your votes train a filter, so let reddit know what you liked and disliked, because you'll begin to be recommended links filtered to your tastes. All of the content on reddit is from users who are rewarded for good submissions (and punished for bad ones) by their peers; you decide what appears on your front page and which submissions rise to fame or fall into obscurity.... I really like this idea, its like a living dynamic creature. A feedback loop of readers and voters all with a hand on the wheel. It seemsto me this is going to be the direction that certain blogs and news sites are going to take. True democratic shaping of information. It begins to beg the question that if people control the news content that they see, where will it take them? Once the ball is rolling won't it reinforce itself in whatever path it is going on? It kind of comes down to what you think about humanity, are we good, do we seek out the truth, or will it end up being a blog of comedy and porn links? Anyway, as it stands it has some awesome news stories on it right now. I hope that it only gets better over time.
You know how rich people all have sub zero refridgerators, a kitchen island with a second sink, TeeVo, and spare bedrooms? Well now they can all have this to keep their many wood floors tidy without having to bend over. I mean, without the help having to bend over. You know, when their Roomba isn't working.
Question Please tell me about your gentle mugging. I believe Sam, Dylan and Eric have all been mugged, ever so gently. Steven, have you? Is Milstein reading this? I think she may have coined the phrase.
Reply via comment or blog entry with appropriate montage theory of stolen images.
From a BBC article...
A woman said she thought she was in heaven when she turned on the kitchen tap to find a plentiful supply of beer. Haldis Gundersen was planning to do the washing up when she made the unusual discovery at her apartment in Kristiansund, west Norway.
But two flights below, workers in a bar faced the more disappointing realisation that water was flowing from their beer taps.
A worker had connected a beer barrel to the apartment water pipe by mistake.
"I turned on the tap to clean some knives and forks, and beer came out," Ms Gundersen told Reuters news agency. "We thought we were in heaven."
DAMNIT, you already live in Norway, and now beer comes out of your faucets? This world just isn't fair.
Now you can freaking Google Mars
Fellow Blogger Dylan and I took a trip to the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens this weekend, and it's totally the kind of place that makes you excited to have kids, so you can take them there and watch their little faces aglow with delight. I'll admit, Dylan and I are both video nerds, but there's a ton of fun interactive stuff to play with if you're not into looking at old cameras and archaic editing equipment. I'd like to especially suggest the make-your-own-10-second-stopmotion tables. And once you're done walking through the top two floors, spend the rest of the day on the first floor, playing old and new arcade games, including Tron, Katamari Damacy, Space Invaders, Donkey Konga and Flow, which is like the hiphop version of Dance Dance Revolution. Plus, there are old movies screening throughout the day, and a movie ticket is included in the price of admission. If you have your old student i.d.