Transmission

There was an amazing film from sometime in the late 90s called Transmission. The basic premise went something like this:
A police officer with a delectable Bostonian accent and a murdered mother discovers he can talk to his dead firefighter, smoker father (Randy Quaid) through an old walkie-talkie. After getting reacquainted with one another--saying the things they'd always wished they'd said, reminiscing about family outings, etc--they get down to business, and set about righting the murder of the mother/wife. They succeed, of course, and by the end of the film not only is the police office happily reunited with his mother, but Randy Quaid with old-man makeup on as well, because police officer son managed to convince Dad to quit smoking. Transmission includes my favorite line from any movie ever, when firefighter Dad's compatriots are talking about his walkie-talkie phenomenon: "Jimmy says he's talking to Johnny... In the future!" (Please recite with Bostonian accent.)

I am typing this now because I, too, have discovered a way to escape the sands of time through wireless technology, and a slight time-zone difference. The date and time this blogspot lists are, in fact, incorrect. I am writing to you from eight hours in the future.

Shortly in the future we will head over to the Lamaq show, which is quite a big deal over here. The band will record a live set, which will be immediately followed by an interview. Later tonight we're performing at a club called Trash at a venue named The End. You'll read about it here as it happens...

-Ben Lee