Mars Attacks!: The Drinking Game

THE MARS ATTACKS DRINKING GAME

So Mars Attacks has a ridiculous amount of famous people in it, right? And we all love showing off our knowledge of an actor's work, right? So what I'm suggesting is a game that takes the best parts of 6 Steps to Kevin Bacon (Knowing the most obscure roles an actor has played) and the best part of Mars Attacks (A ridiculous amount of well known actors slumming it in this weird-ass movie) to create something that we can all enjoy and get drunk with.

The Goal:

Recognize the actor or actress that appears on screen and name as many of their other films as you can.

Knowing the actor gives you a drink with an addition drink for every film of theirs that you name.

These drinks are then given out to the other players.

An Example:

You recognize Jack Black as the young army private who is quickly vaporized. In addition you remember his great role in High Fidelity as well as his not-so-great roles in such fare as Shallow Hal, Orange County, Tenacious D: And the Pick of Destiny, and Tropic Thunder.

You now have 6 drinks. You give one to Dean, because he's a dude. One to yourself, since victory is so sweet. And 4 to Erin, because she's lotsa fun when she's drunk.

Starting to understand?

Now let's go back and say after you stopped with Tropic Thunder, Erin knew that Jack Black was in King Kong and Kung Fu Panda. She then would have 8 drinks to pass out to those playing the game.

Additional Rules:

1. IMDB.com will be the source used to settle any disputes between players about the presence of an actor in a film. If a computer is not available you will be required to name or awkwardly describe (You know, he worked at the store with John Cusack. He sang Marvin Gaye at the end? "Let's Get it On", remember?) the actor's character in the film.

2. We ask that you honor the actors unfortunate enough to get blasted with a group toast. Everybody drinks.

3. A benevolent film buff quenches his own thirst as he magnanimously doles out drinks to others. Spread the wealth around, comrade.

Feel free to add your own amendments in the comments section, I think this has potential to be a fine pass time for movie geeks everywhere. In keeping with the kindred spirits of Mars Attacks and Booze, It's like the immortal exchange between Jim Brown and Annette Benning:

"I need a drink."

"You and Me Both, Baby."

Quick Conversation

I was discussing the merits of the actress playing Ginny Weasley (Bonnie Hunt) against those of Luna Lovegood (Evanna Lynch) with m'lady and she agreed that Harry has clearly been under some kind of spell. 

And it led to the very awesome 

"Rupert Grint? Not for all the galleons in Gringotts."

Bloomsday

Today is devoted to the book Ulysses by James Joyce. Irish folk love it and dress up in straw hats and eat weird foods from the book. I assume alcohol in large quantities is also involved, as with most great wide-spread holidays.

I know I'm never going to read it. It has noooo appeal for me. However, it reminds me of Infinite Jest which is another thick, famous, and scary book. It also has the honor of being hidden far away in a trunk where it cannot shame me with its loquaciousness and eloquent prose. 

I have tons of free time in the summer and, like a Tell-Tale Heart, this book is always reminding me it is there. I can almost hear it mock me. 

I'll beat it eventually. I just have all this delightful Mary Roach and Neil Gaiman and Christopher Moore to finish first.

Checking In

Haven't posted in too long. But this won't be a very long one, I don't think...

I really just want to mention some feelings I've been having. (Yuck, what a terrible way to start.)

But anyway, and I'm weirdly hesitant to say this, but when I see my parents talk to each other I really never want to get married. They just seem to talk about each other behind their backs and their interaction is so empty and wrong. 

I don't know if I want to feel forced to stay with someone just because of a piece of paper and some jewelry. 

It's just what I've been thinking about. 

I'm So Excited (Also, I seem to have difficulty concealing it)

My baby's coming to see me on Friday. It's easy to say I'm psyched for that. But really at the same time I am almost more excited to see Drag Me to Hell with her. I know, I'm a romantic.

My problem now lies in the fact that I have to try to organize my room. The problem is that I also have to somehow fit my dorm room stuff in here. 

So I'm hoping that the ton of stuff gives off the impression of quirkiness and eccentricity rather than pack-ratty filthiness.

Absence = Heart Growing Fonder?

Ack! It's been weeks since I've gotten to see the girl. (In person. Couple days since video chatting) I'm pretty pathetic. I'm pining for her. Like I'm in a Bronte novel.

Wow, we're chatting and she tells me it has only been 2 weeks. 

That really doesn't feel right. I would swear I've been away for a month.

Right now I'm entering a period of indentured servitude to my father to earn the rights to a car so I may drive places. Well. Place. One particular place. But this really keeps with my theme of old English novel. Work for father's wealthy business associates and he shall entitle me to a fine carriage. 

If this metaphor doesn't work for you, try 80's Brat Pack comedy. The montage is set to Franki Valli's "Workin' My Way Back to You Babe". I'd be played by an appropriately mopey Andrew McCarthy. "St. Elmo's Fire" version. Not "Pretty in Pink"

But as far as the absence/fonder thing goes, it kinda works for me. I mean, it's happening. And honestly it has us talking more about us. I'm learning incredible things. Incredible thought provoking things. Incredible dirty-thought provoking things. 

Jokes there. Ha ha. Jokes. 

But I'm pretty pathetic.

And just today I learned that I've been spelling "nickel" wrong my whole life.

So it wasn't a complete waste.

Conflict Resolution

Forgot to mention that I fixed that whole problem with the classes. Constructed a crude facsimile of my former schedule without getting charged for it. And I arguably have a better schedule time-wise, even if it means that the classes I wanted aren't open. But hey, it all works out in the end for ole Adam. 

Interestingly, I actually did ok in my classes this semester. I was certain I'd be failing my English class. I never went. I showed up on test days and didn't read the novel we were assigned. But somehow, through some last minute paper writing (Seriously, I got an email at noon saying send the 3 page paper in by 3 and I'll grade you on it.) I managed to get a B in the class. 

Let's face it, I probably sent some nude photos of myself by mistake and the teacher was so confused/aroused that she just gave me an A on the assignment.

I guess the moral of the story is that I reach my highest potential in last minute situations. 

So I should do everything hours before it is due. 

Thanks Universe, you've given me the answer I was looking for.