Fragments.

Is anyone out there?

I didn't forget about youse, but... Whatever, you know how it goes.

Before I disappear down the rabbit-hole once more, some bits and pieces:

• Check out Jonathan Glazer's return to music videos. It's a clip for Massive Attack's excellent new single, "Live With Me," and while it's just as technically gorgeous as one would expect, it's a bit heavy-handed in that Leaving Las Vegas sort of way.
  
  
• If you have the chance to see Goldfrapp on their current tour, do it. Not only do you get to hear them recreate nearly all of their retardedly sexy new album, you'll be treated to she-wolves in bikinis, disco-ball pony-girls, and Alison Goldfrapp controlling a theremin with her crotch.
  
  
• Sigh. You know I love Armond, but this review is almost self-parody:
  

  Let Viggo Mortenson rehash the tired clichés of fantasy and thrillers. Moviegoers with hearts, minds and eyes know that Paul Walker is a more significant movie icon. Walker confirms his movie star status with Eight Below. [snip] Director Frank Marshall understands Walker's charm and frames it right, along with Jason Biggs' less glamorous but no less companionable and ethical presence as Shepherd's sidekick. Eight Below enhances what in lesser hands would merely be Disneyana; the secret is not anthropomorphism but a natural, inquiring humanism. In this way, Eight Below recalls the humane genre revisionism that occurs in Running Scared (the other jab in Walker's current one-two punch).

  
  
• They've been picking up my slack: Josh on Walter Kirn's new novel/experiment in hyper-text, Brennon on the funniest movies of all time, MZS welcomes back The Sopranos in a spectacular evaluation of season six's first episode (warning: it's filled with spoilers), meanwhile Dave Kehr dismisses The New World here and here.
  
  
• Gimme a day or two and I'll let you know if Brick lives up to the hype.