I Kan't Spell
I Just Wanted to Remind You of How Scared We Should Be
"Oh who" you ask? "Of terrorists?" "Of the Russians...or otherwise known as terrorists? "Of the martians?" Nope as always..it's of our own wonderful Government.
We need to find out what all these agencies do. The transport administration is in charge of giving me a color that tells people whether or not I may be a terrorist. I don't even mind the term terrorist. Their branding ain't working on me. I still fear rapists, pedaphiles, and murderers much more. So you guys are really dropping the ball in the branding department . I guess they didn't read their 22 immutable laws.
Ass Clown Part Deux
Remember the other ass clown that wrote about Baltimore and it's illegitimate sports climate. Well, Jason Whitlock of ESPN.com has written an article claiming that Americans rooting against the NBA all-stars are racist. Lord...sigh...
That's retarded, for me anyway. I'm sure most cornbread white towns are sittin' around throwing around the "n" word like it's nobodies business, just like it always is on any Tuesday night at old Fat Ass Bill's Ribs and Bud Bottle night. I'm almost positive that is happening somewhere. But for me, your standard frattastic white guy, the color of our team captains and how many tattoos they have, has no affect on my desire to root against them.
First off, I never rooted for the other dream teams. Pros in the Olympics, who cares? The Olympics in general are a big yawn. But what has always made it interesting is the underdog factor and the no name factor. You know what I like to watch during the Olympics? I like to watch Volleyball and Swimming and Track and Field (ain't too many whities running the 100m but hell if I wasn't pulling for the red white and blue) You know why I root for those guys? Because they do it out of devotion and dedication and love I guess. Sure they get a pretty sweet half a mil endorsement but it ain't worth four years of "maybe's". The point is they don't make millions. And I won't have to see them again for another 4 years. Most importantly their agents aren't on the other end of the phone saying, "You know Dwayne Wade if you play on the Olympic team you immediately have credibility with white America. Your t-shirt and shoe sales will go up blah blah blah..." That's why they do it. I don't want to hear about American pride and Gold Medals. I'm sure that has a little pull but not much. Not much at all in my opinion. But besides all that, the main point is the underdog factor.
I would rather see any group, any fucking group of people take down Goliath. And since most Americans don't exactly identify with our current level of international representation (political, not racial dick face), I find myself rooting for anyone other than us. I think most American's would rather see our entire team go down in flames if for nothing more than to see George Bush squirm just a little bit. Hell, I know I would.
American's are allowed to think for themselves, and it's your fault, yes, you, ESPN and SI, it's your fault for making the underdog so loved. You make us love the story and not the team. You make us care about Little Bill Bumphry and not the star athlete. Well now deal with the fact that we want Greece to kick our ass in Basketball. We want David to reach into his bag, pick up a stone, and sling that fucker. We want Hoosiers. We want Rudy. We don't need the New York Yankees, on a world stage of brotherly love, kicking the crap out of Germany. How graceful would Ali look taking on a crew of 4 year olds in a boxing match. And imagine for a second if Ali showed up 50 pounds over weight, saying "Ahh fuck these kids.". Imagine that, and that's how I feel about the US basketball team.
It's always been our sport. Even baseball would be something to watch, as the Cuban national squad took it to us. Hockey, hell we never win, and Golf is pretty even too. Basketball has been our international flag ship, and to see it come down, is kind of refreshing. It's a stale sport. It's a stale league. You're a stale writer who needed to sell some papers. Well congrats!
I mean, you want us to swallow a b-rated all star team, that has been turned down by all the real players, going over to Greece to crush Monte Negro Serbia. Oh no. That would be like Charles Bronson and John Wayne turning down the role in a movie and you giving us Sean Claude Van Damn and Steven Segal. No no my dear you won't get my ticket money.
I mean seriously, how can you not root for anyone but us? Our arrogance has gotten so bad that the once beloved and beheld country overseas, where James Dean came from, and Elvis taught men to screw, is now revered and looked at much like Russia in the 80's. We seem clumsy and ugly. We have drug scandals and celebrations that seem infantile and flaccid. Our own ego as a country has turned us against our latest church, sports. Our own ego as a country has alienated it's people into feeling shamed about being good at something. When I see an American win, I'm not thinking, "Wow what a great story. I'm so proud to be an American." I'm thinking, "I wonder how many cycles of roids that fucker stuck in his ass? Oohh what toy will be attached to his name that my kids will want to buy? How many countries did we just offend?"
Leave the Olympics for what they are. It's an amateur showing of good will. It's a time to come together as a world, seemingly lay down our arms, and fucking hug. We shouldn't be prancing around like lions, licking our chops, after we just devoured the lamb that is the Nigerian Softball team.
Some direct rebuttles to ass clown man's quotes
"Hey look Carmello Anthony."
"Yeah, Great! Come on we're gonna miss the shuttle bus."
I'm getting that tattoo itch again. I figured I should at least get myself something for my birthday. I am thinking of the Leo sign with the sign for the Sun in the middle and the little tail of the sign extending either into a real looking lion tail or my initials. That's about all I got. Of course I'll have to pay someone to draw it...and then I have to think about where I want to get it...because man...once you get two...you know you are going to get 3...and it's all downhill from there...
Drive by **uckers and This Large Hearted Boy Character
Ah ah ah...no...notice the two "**". That's Drive by TRuckers my friends. Anyway, everyday I go through my routine. I come in, check my fantasy baseball teams. Then I go to look at any breaking news....in the world of sports sadly. After that I go to check my own blog and see if there are any comments and to make my rounds. From my blog it's off to Tim's Blog where I am overwhelmed by the content and immediately have to start planning my day in order to digest it all. Then it's over to Doug where I am saddened that he hasn't written anything in months, then to Mike (see Doug), then to the Yellow Peril (whom I got from Mike), then to my other outlet, then it's off to my last dose of morning happiness before I have to hit the keyboard.
It's off to this Large Hearted Boy fellow. He puts up mp3's of shit that I would never find. Now, most of this stuff, to me, is rather, well....awful. But, we have a similar alignment in music. Therefore, when he vouches for days on end about a CD, I usually not only DL the mp3's but more than likely will also buy the disc. He's been talking about the Drive By Truckers for quite a while now, and while they themselves have been around for quite a while, I found their music exactly what I needed. It's somewhat disheartening to think that I hada no idea about these guys. It's southern. It's honest. It's damn refreshing. It's Good check 'em out. I vouch. DL til your heart is content.
I arrived in NY this morning for another week of getting my teeth kicked in at work. I arrived at Penn Station to a barage....a fucking tidal wave of cops. Cops coming out of the windows. Cops in the bathroom. Most of them with German Sheps that look none like the dogs you would want to pet. I'll probably have more on it as the week goes. I mean, I have no idea what to really write on it now, nor do I have the time.
There was a rye feeling that something bad, something really bad, may happen next week. It was my gut talking. It was just an aura that the city had as I walked out of the station. There was this tired sense of being whipped over and over again. A sound of sighs seemed to fill the mouths of everyone, even those German Sheps.
Once In a Lifetime
Well maybe not once in a lifetime...but at least once in every 30,940 according to onlinepokergames.com. Well anyway...I hit a Royal Flush. Never had one before, oddly enough I had never had a straight flush until about a week ago. Here's the image...enjoy...
Where I Been?
Apparently everyone in the world is down with this homestarrunner.com thing. I had no idea. Why didn't anyone ever tell me of the hilarity that is Strongbad's Email and Teen Girl Squad? I really like Strongbad but Teen Girl Squad is better. I haven't laughed this hard at something online that involved flash since, well shit, I can't ever remember laughing this hard at something online. Well, maybe at the Lobster's and Magnet cartoon. Anyway, I know this site is old because I see all the characters on here being used on my poker sites and IM images. Enjoy!
And the Men Take the Cake
So yeah my match.com obsession took a new turn today. I got so tired of looking at the girl bios that I went over and looked at the men. Oh man and the hilarity ensued. I thought the girls were bad but Jesus, the men are just horrifying.
Anyway, obviously I understand a male's psyche more than a females, but I'm confused by this tone of..., well..., faggotry. (Gay guys are more assertive than this. As a matter of fact, if given my choice, about dating tips, I always look to gay men. Gay men always get what they want...anyway...I'll stop defending writing about gay guys in a way to counteract the animosoty and furrowed brows shown to my use of the word "faggotry".) Why don't you guys just break out your woobie and cry because your mom doesn't cook you brownies anymore? I really miss the 50's. That should have been my decade.
These profiles and blurbs are making me think about not only the differences between men and women but how much of an apathetic, overmedicated, consumeristic society we really have. I'm not saying that all comes across in these bios, but man, something has to be affecting the way people interact.
Short observations :
Girls write more than guys.
Girls are more specific about their desires and activities, whereas guys could care less and basically just want something warm to come home to.
Girls are often in photos with friends.
Guys are often in shirtless photos strewn over a couch with a beer on the table. Or they are apt to be in a profile shot, looking aloof, and unconcerned that they are about to be immortalized.
Guys are more likely to put their adjectives into long lists that include sports teams and car types, where as girls tend to focus more on personality attributes.
Guys talk a lot more about their friends and always list them as extremely important, where as girls seem to focus more on family.
Girls are definitely better writers. Or at least better at expressing themselves without reverting to acronyms and slang yo. "Yo I beez abouts the dopest guy around 8^)...tchyaa..I'm Rick James Bitch....!" Go die!
Guys tend to use much more slang.
I've seen some of these guys around. I went to highschool with two of them.
A Damn Good Effort
I don't know why but this sort of stuck as honest. From Match.com
Oh but then again -
I have not lived in DC very long but enjoy Adams Morgan - the people are spunky and original. Never a boring night!
I love being out in the rain, especially on my bike. I love to dine outside in the summer and hope to find a man who will picnic with me on the beach.
Like everyone else, I read Da Vinci Code. Its original and full of action - I recommend it!
Yep, I turn 25 Sunday (I write this now because I notice my posts go on hiatus from Fri-Sun). No, there won't be any resolutions or things I plan to do now that I have hit the quarter century. I learned long ago that creatures of habit don't change out of wanton desires of fads and mystique. Creatures of habit need to be forced. Whymsical ideolgies and enigmatic people come often and in droves. These elements fly by our lives at such a pace, only a fool would be willing to spend time making resolutions. I just want to smile.
I want to leave my past behind me and move on. I don't think I've ever said that. I don't think I have eve wanted to forget my past. But, for my birthday, all I want to do is not remember anything that keeps haunting me. If even for a day that would feel like a nice change of pace. It seems as though my memory is the worst part about my mind. I can't let things go and I dwell on things that no longer matter. To let go of all those melancholy metallic memories and feelings would be a great gift.
More importantly and above all else, I would like to be left completely alone on my birthday. I've never really had a good birthday. I've never had a party or a big cascade of presents or anything like that. I don't like being in the spotlight all that much. I get pretty bashful pretty easy when I'm the center of attention and it isn't professionally related. Anyway....I turn 25 Sunday. Nothing will change. I don't think at this point, it ever really does, unless you really want to make it happen.
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on
Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
*This DR album went trip plat in Ire. Listen to it...just the first 4 tracks to see if it floats...those are your keepers.
time & all you gave
i was the jerk who preferred the sea
to tussling in the waves
tugging your skirt, singing please, please, please
but now i see love
tracked on the floor where you walked outside
now i see love
looking for you in this other girl's eyes
time & all you took
only my freedom to fuck the whole world
promising not to look
promising light on the sidewalk girls
but now i see love
there in your car where i said those things
now i see love
tugging your skirt, singing please, please, please
time & all you gave
there on your cross that i never saw
well beyond the waves
dunking my head when i heard you call
but now i see love
there in the sea where you pinched my leg
now i see love
there on your side of my empty bed
I was just watching this flash cartoon when a cold rush came over me. I was watching and noticing that all the evil traits that we grew up with in cartoons now lend themselves to positive atrributes.
The idea of the noble hero in our culture is dead. How do I know this? Instinctively I was watching the old miser character or the cheating villain and the whole time I was saying to myself, "Well shit, that makes sense. Corner the market. Steal all his stuff. Do whatever you can to get an edge." This is our culture. This is our culture to me. The idea of American ideology, to me, must have died with Reagan, but more recently I find myself so disenchanted and apathetic towards our way of life that I sense us heading for a huge and near downfall. It's been said a billion times but Jesus Christ we have a completely imcompetent evil person running the greatest idea ever concocted by man. Not only do we have that, but all around him and you and myself we have overmedicated, overconsuming, fat, illiterate slobs. I mean hell in the past whether it be slavery or taxes or war or land ownership we were at least passionate about our ignorance, we can't even get it up anymore. It seems almost pathetic to consider pride in your work, and to live humbly. It seems sad to learn a craft or help out your fellow man. It seems almost rediculous to work your whole life for nothing more than your family. It seems right to cheat and lie and live like a fat hog, like the one's you used to watch when you were little, trying to corner and kill Bugs Bunny.
~~So may the sunrise bring hope where it once forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain.
Mother don't worry I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed.
Mother don't worry I've got some money I saved for the weekend.
Mother forgive me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to.
Mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you.
Mother don't worry I've got a coat and some friends on the corner.
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry.
Blood on the floor and fleas on their paws and you cried til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain. ~~
Sam's the man.
More more more
Scroll down two posts to see what I'm doing here...
Blogger should really allow you to order your posts differently. Anyway...here are some more excerpts from the online dating pool and my ever so wonderful comments.
Secret Love for Online Dating
I am a fan of people. Nothing turns me on more than people and how they act. It's an addiction that has dried itself out on the rungs of bars and eateries here in Baltimore and has taken me online for me to get my fix. Oh yeah...I am registered with like 7 online dating services. Now, I don't have pictures up there, and I've never filled out anything.I never respond to anything and have never emailed anyone or do I ever hope to talk to any of these people. So stop right there before you attack me. I do this for a weird voyeur window shopping entertainment. It's like watching a car wreck. I read them everyday, religiously . They are my National Enquirer, it is my Reality TV, this is my mind numbing activity. I am thinking about putting together a list of some of the stuff I read, as sadly, much like the bar and eat scene, these biographical description never seem to stray far from each other. Apparently every girl in the world just wants a rich cowboy, who likes Sex and the City, and is willing to except someone for all their flaws. Here are some examples of shit that you come across...
More later....these were fun
Mark Morford Strikes Again
I think he was on vacation or something because the balance in my universe was slipping due to no new article by Mr. Morford. But this came out yesertday.
Time To Get Out The Bush How do you know it's time for a major change in American leadership? Let us count the signs.
And the president isn't supposed to mangle the language and induce multiple wars and invite international derision and make so many millions of us ashamed to be Americans. It's time for a serious change. This is how you know.
How many times can people say it? How much money do rich people really stand to lose from Bush? Do white people in Kansas really fear the rest of America that much that they would stand to vote for all they know somewhere is very wrong? What backwards ass fuckers would continue to think this man is viable as leader of the "free" world. Oh God...he is leader of the free world. That's fucking twisted as hell considering no country is becomming vastly less free than our own. Who's with me to buy a few hundred acres in Zimbabwe and live out our lives with a fiefdom of wives and children as we reap and sow the land til we get old?
Pitchdick Media and Other Snobs
Now I am rather contemptuous when it comes to my music. I'm not cool enough, nor do I plan on spending enough time to gather, review, drive to an assclown dive bar, and then fall in love with obscure bands anymore. I buy cd's recommended by my friends who have strong musical ties and have respect for authenticity. I say I am rather contemptuous but as of late I have come to the realization that music is no cooler or self-righteous than any other medium.
If you like horror movies, then you like horror movie. If you like reading Clive Cussler then so be it. If you think Monet was the greatest painter ever and you can only name "The Japanese Bridge" and mistakingly call it "Liilypads", good for you. Music is there for enjoyment.
If listening to Brittany Spears or Oasis brings you closer to a smile than that is empowering. If you put your arm around your friend while singing "Walk This Way" then man I'm happy for you. At least you have the ability to enjoy. I really think we should start with just enjoying something. The whole world is filled with enough second guessing and self-confidence issues that when you actually do like something it would be nice if some fuck nose with a cool t-shirt and today's modern urban hair style isn't standing around the corner shaking is head at you.
The critics, and oh how many there are, take all the fun out of music. I have done so much bad mouthing about bands that I look back now and cringe at how many times I have said, "Oh this is awful. Change it." Critics suck. It derives from the word to criticize giving it a negative connotation right out of the box. Anyway, I just went over to pitchfork media and read about 5 reviews. Although they are well worded with every analgoy, euphamism, and scholarly pop lingo that they could drudge off the bottle caps of their beer, they don't really seem to grasp that people like different things and that always crushing an artist may be just rediculous.
I assume critics have a strong foundation for the industry, but do they really have enough insight to a particular piece of work to compare it to a steaming bag of shit? Were they in the studio? Did they make particular recommendation to the "worst song ever made" that were shot down and then released much to their chagrin?
I'll always be some sort of music snob. I'll always want my art to be honest and truthful. If it can't be either of those then clever will suffice just fine. But, I think my days of assuming that people are smart enough to judge their own artistic outlets with the same way they judge their fruit are almost over. People don't care about what they listen to, what they watch in the movies or on TV. They at best, the vast majority, give a moderately ill-willed attempt to choose a radiostation much less follow a producer that is a visionary. Benality is easy to accept. As long as people are smiling and dancing in the streets in front of the TRL building, feel free to be happy for their happiness. It's just you and I will have a silent smirk on the inside, while they bop to some new plastic teen pop idol with oversized 15 year old breasts. Be a critic for yourself but let the people have their moment.
First Record Bought: Counting Crows (August and Everything After)
First Concert: Jackson Browne (Pier Six Pavilion 1986)
First Concert Tix Purchased: Oasis (GMU 1998)
Favorite Music Movie: Radiohead (Meeting People is Easy)
Favorite Music Book: Chasin' The Trane
Favorite Songwriter (top 3): Jackson Browne, Jeff Tweedy, Ryan Adams
Favorite Producer: Nigel Godrich
Favorite Record Label: Sony-BMG-Warner-EMI-Universal. Is there another?
Favorite Music Sourcs Friends and Blogs
Favorite Guitar (top 3): Andy Dunlop, Lee Greenwood, Jack White
Favorite Bassist: Andy Bell
Favorite Music Visionary: Flaming Lips
Favorite Band No One Ever Gave a Chance to: The Doves
I was there first: The Strokes, Franz Ferdinand, Coldplay, Travis
Favorite Album Cover: Definitely Maybe (Oasis)
Artist Who Broke Your Heart: Richard Aschcroft
Artist You Will Always Believe In: Noel Gallagher
Singer Who Makes Your Skin Crawl: Damon Alburn
Singer Who Makes You Swoon: Toko Yasuda (Enon), Kimya Dawson
Favorite Sound: Deep, twangy, tremoloed guitar.
Album You Will Always Defend: Be Here Now (Oasis)
Album You Own That No One Else Does: Slobberbone
Classic Album You Own but Don't Like: Tommy by The Who
Artist You're Supposed to Like but Don't: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Song You Can't Stand by an Artist You Like: Wonderwall (Oasis)
Band That Should Break Up: Counting Crows
Band That Should Re-form: Black Crowes
Band That Broke Up Too Soon: Velvet Underground
Band That Broke Up and became Undeserved Legends: The Doors
Favorite Concert Moment: *Tie ~ Getting into a fight with the guy from The Eels and Having the Spotlight on our British Flag during Don't Look back In Anger
Guilty Pleasure: Trendy Pop Albums found on the Indie list in the back of rollingstone
Concert You Wish You'd Seen: Oh Jesus...Coachella this year for startes I guess
Dream Collaboration: MTv and a wood chipper. And by "and", of course, I mean "in".
M16's and things
Well, you've seen it on the news and yeah it's that weird. I'm working on Wall St. this week, and yes there are no less than 20 guys with automatic weapons resting in their arms as I walk to work. Needless to say I got more than a few glances carrying a suitcase and a laptop case into work prior to me checking into the hotel. People around here seem to like the added security. I have heard "Well if you would have been here on 9-11, you would want it." I don't really have an opinion other than shame and hopelessness.
I'm ashamed of what was once a great idea, and how it has become a state of fear and pointless dreams of freedom. Yes, I can drive from state. Yes, I can choose my craft. Yes, I can still do most things that are deemed sociably acceptable. BUt am I free, well shit that's just a stupid question. It all seems so hopeless for the future. We pay close to 50% of our income to taxes and still we have horrible public education, no free health care, no free college, and polution, drugs, crime, homeless etc...issues rampant throughout the country.
It points me to the idea that maybe this country isn't for me. Maybe, Thailand or Laos or Korea are viable answers. If I'm going to live in an illusion I would at least like to choose which venue I want to sit in while I partake.
It seems with this coming election and the coming years that there will always be an imaginary war somewhere being fought against ghosts in the illusion of our self-interst. It seems as though our lives will one day become tracable, predictable, and caged.
Bear Vs. Shark
This isn't too bad. It gets a little hard, but it's the kind fo hard that's emotional over the same soft beats. It's sort of in the same vain as Incubus but with soul, talent, and non-mainstream vision. It's pretty good. Check out Large Hearted Boy for some links to their stuff.
I have a new laptop from work and it is regoin free DVD. That's so awesome! I can watch all my Korean movies now. For those who don't know, to stop piracy people put shitty ass little regions on DVD's that are split up into regions. So if a movie is not wildly popular or not in your region you may never go to see it. How crapp is that? Because trust me there are some kick ass flicks in other countries that we should be watching....
This "O" album is really friggin good. I recommend Blowers Daughter, and Volcano. I think Volcano was in a movie. Let me know if you know which one.
I'm in NYC for the week again. I also won't be hanging out with anyone up here until I'm finished, sorry but that's the way it's gotta be for this week. I won't be writing much, I don't think, unless it's at night. Have a great week and wish me luck. I need to have a good week at work here.
I can't look you in the face. I'm ashamed. I love the idea of you too much. I want to keep you there as a mystery. I don't want you any other way. I want you perfect and dead. I want you to live that way always. Stay away....
My Pirate Name
Iron Tom Roberts
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you are that person. Two things complete your pirate persona: style and swagger. Maybe a little too much swagger sometimes -- but who really cares? Arr!
Check your gay ass Pirate Name here.
Videos for you
Good little link full of more links to videos that you may nevever get to see. Trust me you'll see some stuff on there that you will want to check out...
Franz, Flaming Lips, No Twist (fuck off Doug..it's No TWIST), New Pornographers, Modest Mouse, Four Tet, ENON!!!!!, Death in Vegas, Can, GBV,...etc...
Just shit you never really get to see...
The Village: A Layman's Review
Well I went to see it last night. I went to see it at the recommendation of Timothious and the conversations that could ensue based solely upon having it on my "watched" resume. I have mixed feelings about the movie. First and foremost, as an entertainment value movie that was supposed to be somewhat of a thriller, mystery, horror kind of thing...well it absolutely sucked eggs. But watching made you realize that wasn't what it was about. It couldn't be about entertainment because it was so fucking bad in that regard that there is no one on earth that is dumb enough to feel as though that this is the appealing factor in their movie.
So what was the movie about, to me anyway? It was about many things. I saw a eutopic society set away and protected from the world by rules and boundaries and legends. This theme has been shown throughout countless movies but never with this extreme twist. I like what Tim said about our lives revolving around stories. Of course he has a whole bunch of added weight to that theory but definitely think it has justification and merit in explaining a lot of reasons for our existance. This story/legend theory holds true and is the only glue that holds this movie together. Without the myths of "Those we do not speak of" (and by the way they speak of them an awful lot for them not to have fucking names) the people of the town would be free to explore the boundaries of the woods, possibly one day finding the fence, hopping over it and being run over by a fucking Land Cruiser. The idea of hiding the past and poisoning minds for the future was also prevalent. William Hurt becomes both the wizard and the witch in this movie while Oz/home is just a hop, skip, and a ditch away.
I wish I would have been able to take it more seriously, but when the plot started to run away and expectations of anything exciting were now obviously not going to be met, I sort of just decided to make fun of the fucker and focus on my dwindling amount of Sprite. It's an easy movie to hate, but it's a movie deserving of a shot. It may resonate with certain people. I think it about half resonated with me, as I found it rather serene and beautiful, but man..sometimes I just want to be entertained and this wasn't it.
I thought the imagery and consistency of color were spot on. I enjoyed most of the acting and think Opie's little girl did a kick ass job, and the return of Brody was..well...not much, other than the rocking chair-blood scene. Sigourney Weaver was awful and completely not memorable. Old Pheonix was OK, especially in the beginning all the way up to the resting rock scene, but when he sort of falls in love it gets rather boring.
One side note that I'd be interested in pursuing is the idea of the fool as the reason and the answer. The Village Idiot was the only one not afraid of the false monsters and eventually became one himself resulting in his own death. I thought that was probably the most interesting sub-plot underlying theme in the movie.
There's a great deal of symbolism, metaphors, and imagery that you can take away from this. As you can now with any movie lover movie maker. They seem to borrow from every movie they have ever seen or any book they ever read. They take all the ideas of man vs. man and man vs. nature and society in pure form based on current Gov't agendas...blah blah blah...they take these theories and then they give them a good twist at the end like they had always hoped for when they were kids. He did this. It was partially interesting but just like a Hitchcock thriller you could have known that was coming a mile away.
***Anyway - a few jokes for you from throughout the movie -
"Oh Jesus Mr. Walker I had no idea"
"I think you broke my fucking nose. That's it we're going back to Philly. This just ain't working out."
Overall, I'll never see it again unless someone enthusiastically wants to explain why they thought it was amazing.
New Baltimore Hotness
First off Enon is returning to Baltimore. Doug saddle up! Secondly they are playing here. 223 Pearl Street. Here's the description.
The SI Space is NOT a club. It is a private residence. We kindly ask that you be considerate of the furniture, animals, art, and people inside. We do NOT sell tickets in advance. Bands ask for a donation to cover their expenses.
Ronstadt Gets Bounced From Hotel Gig
I haven't seen F/911. I doubt I will until video and even then all I want to see is more assanine interviews. The Bowling for Columbine movie seemed contrived and forced. Roger and Me was cool but all of his stuff is cut to make even the nice Grocer down the street to look like a bumbling Hitler. And despite what most people think, not all Republicans are awful. Michael Moore is trying to sell movies. He twists a lot of things to suit his own agenda. All that aside, I love the idea of his work and find it revitalizing and feel as though it will start spawning "Reality Issue Movies". I think that would be really important.
Linda Ronstadt a famous country singer was kicked off the stage in Vegas for dedicating a song to Michael Moore. She dedicated Desperado by the Eagles to him, and then her contract was revoked. Now, some people are in an uproar about the 1st ammendment. I think she signed a contract, the hotel feels as though that contract was voided when she decided to jeopardize the appeal of the show by making it slightly controversial and hence it was in their interest to shut it down. I agree with the Hotel's perogative to give her her walking papers. It's the same as if she would have come out and said anything that didn't appeal to the Hotel.
"What's up with all you honkey mother fuckers out there. Suck my ass!"
Yeah she's gone for that one...
I wondered if they would have cared is she would have dedicated a song to GWB. Probably not, but I guarantee more people in the audience would have been pissed about her singing, "Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds boy..." to old fuck face, then her singing it to old bearded, fat, fuck face. At least I would of...
It was in the hotels best interest to get rid of her. Just like it will be in Robert Earl's interest, the CEO of Planet Hollywood, to book a duet of the Rondstadt and Moore singing God Bless America.
Indeed, God Bless America. God Bless contrived movies made by seemingly honest people. God Bless country music. And God Bless Vegas.
Dress your Cats in Khaki and Moleskin
David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim was a pretty decent little book. I liked all the little stories. I seem to enjoy literature more when it isn't pop-culture, self-psychosis, weird gay paranoia analogies but this was good and really dripping with nice gay sattire and daggers of wit. Especially Santa and the 6 - 8 Black Men. That shit was hilarious, you'll laugh your balls off. I blew through this book in a day and would recommend it.
It does play up being gay a good bit, which I can understand because being gay has to be really difficult and it's a reality that you have to face everyday in addition to normal shit that people have to do deal with. But, unfortunately, me being straight, I don't relly want it thrown in my face repeatedly while I'm reading for entertainment. But, then again maybe that's the whole idea.
Cheers Mr. Sedaris, I'll be reading Me Talk Pretty One Day next. You got me.
Pandora Song List
Amazon Wish List
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Things Making Me Smile
Listening - [out of 5]
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Like the guy with the beard? YES - like the guy with the beers. What? Yep
Bands That I Check Schedules For
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Drive By Truckers
Mark Hopkins Band
Iron and Wine
Mates of State
Two if By Sea
Places I Rock in the Flesh
The Knitting Factory
The Otto Bar
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Cross Street Market
No Way Jose
The Irish Pub
The Waterfront Hotel
My Greatest Hits (that's so lame)
The time I almost killed a child
July 4th in Korea
Excerpts from Demian
Why I screen phone calls
Bret's Death Metal Report
A conversation at a cocktail party
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So you think you are a Baltimorian
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Why I love Oasis
I would go to war
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When men become pussies
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Pitchfork takes music snobbery to new level
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The Hatred that is Runts Candy
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She Said it was Free
Funniest Corporate Story Ever
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