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What up world!

So I got the Maine #1 Fan to start up a new blog when I showed her this badboy.

I hate the word blog, it's ridiculous.

I picked up Smeller, aka my sister, from Camp today, it was down in Brewster on the Cape--fuck man that is a fucking trek. There's like two bridges in and out and both of them are connected to rotaries and two lane highways. Ugh it took forever to get down there, but after the first traffic jam (just a few miles form Braintree) I put on Gogol Bordello's "Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike" the Gypsy Punk masterpiece had me dancing in the driver's seat and nothing else mattered but having fun. The record finally ended and I then put on Daddy Yankee's "Barrio Fino." Listen to Reggaeton on Cape Cod is certainly a bizarre mixture. I roll up to the camp enterance and was great by these two aussie girls that work there, they were totally confused by what I was listening to, "It's a Western Hemisphere thing." I told 'em.

The smelelr was quickly signed out and her shit thrown in back. Driving back was bizarre because I was going 80 and yet all these knuckleheads would ride my ass and try to pass me, you know like what I do to people driving back from school. See i think how fast I drive is a bit excessive already, but when someone is acting like they did to me, on a two lane highway no less, I think it's down right dumb. Oh and traffic was held up because a Connecticut driver decided he'd drive in the eft lane, fucking Connecicut drivers they go the speed limit in the left line on 95 even late at night when the cops are asleep. I fucking loath CT.

Oh so last night I konked out at like 10 something. Around 1 my friend Jonah (not the one previously mentioned) decides to prank call me, he wakes my ass up and I couldn't get to sleep for a bit. Hwoever I was dreaming when he woke me so my mind got all befuddled. When my eyes were open I was like, cool I'm in my room lying down, however when I closed my eyes I thought I was moving cases in the BCEC. Weird.

Two more topics and then I'm done:

First: This dopey broad Nikki Frinke wrote in her litte blog (I really do hate this word) that the guilds should be appaulled by "Clerks II" becuase, for those who don't know, the first 10,000 fans to friend the film or him or something would get a credit in the film, mind you this after the real credits and they go by so fast that you can't really read the names. (peep Kevin Smith's diary) Now being a lad trying to get into the film industry, I really don't care, this is long after the cast and crew credits and all the guild and union info. Hell the one credit I have in a student picture my name is misspelt--how shitty! oh and bitch is crazy.

Finally:

A little improv-mockumentary my buds and I threw together is starting to get some movement going. Apparently the podcast of the Chuck Reynolds movie has been downloaded over 100,000 times. All this from Jonah saying something ridiculous while playing the recorder and wearing a tinfoil hat in Harry's backyard.

You wanted the best, now you got him!

8-5 shift wasn't that rough despite the lack of sleep, a lot of downtime just waiting for them to tell us what to do. Set up the Animation Screenings at Siggraph 2006, the cg animation confrence. My father Bwana ran the one in '84, strange no?

Ever have a co-worker whose a real d-bag? I was working with this one cat who knew his shit around the av realm but was real shithead about it. He thought he knew everything too, like I was talking to this dude about the frequencies they were playing through the system to see how it was running and I was talking about what frequency things were at and he comes over and is like, "You can only identify sounds by pitch and tone not frequencies, frequencies are the distance between since waves" In a real shitty tone of voice. I didn't want to be some young, hot head dick and be like "I go to college and I'm real smaht and if you didn't act like fuckface you wouldn't still be workin at IC." Instead I explain to him about how in my Audio for Film and Video class my Adjunct Professor talked about how mixers can easily identify frequencies and how we'd start to tell what they were by the end of the class too. He didn't believe me then either. Fuck him.

I talked with a dude from New Orleans about Hurricane Katrina, interesting. Also I was working with this short black guy on something and he tells me "So this morning I get up and my roommate's got two girls in there doing coke with him, I steal one of 'em and I'm like 'yo let me suck yo' titties,' she's like 'nah,' and so I get her to suck my dick." I was like BINGO! So I broed up with this dude who is a hip hop rapper and makes beats, he stage hands at a bunch of rock concerts and is originally from Cape Verde. This dude just kept talking and everything he said was wrong it was LAWL CITY, USA. By the end of our shift as we're going to sign out, the masterstroke came out. He's telling me the best movies ever and he's like "Yo, Rocky II not One man, 'cause he loses the belt and has to get it back." I was like, "No "Passion of Joan of Arc," or "Citizen Kane?""

Anyway I walk from Summer St. in Southie to Copley Sq., somehow. Meet up with Mom and Dad so I can get a ride home. We take the Greenline back, and I see some hullaballoo at the Coolidge Corner Theater, and I see my bro Jonah there; then I go further down and hear these moans--no not the good kind. Jonah's keeping pressure on someguy's head who's fallen off a Ladder hanging the lettering for the Coolidge Corner Theater's Marquee (which was a big deal fundraiser buy) this dialogue continues next:

Me: My friend Jonah's over there.
Mom: On the Ground?
Me: No, what? He's the one with the long hair saving that dude's life.
Mom: Do you want to catch Jonah's eye?
Me: I think he's a bit busy.
Bwana: I don't want to know. (turns and heads down the street)

Will it be "mad awks" if I myspace message Jonah this:

Hey Jonah, what's the deal with that dude who fell of the ladder is he fucked up or dead or something?

Oh by the way my cousin Duncan keeps trying to join the bostondiy page, but it always gives him bunk passwords and he can never get in there. LOLLERCAUST!

Scheduled Outrage

I was beginning to write or "Gold Mining" as I call it. Anywho, I looked above my profile info as I click "New Post" and I thought it said Scheduled Outrage, instead of Scheduled Outage. Makes me thinking of going to High School in Brookline, MA.

Well I'm working 8-5 tomorrow so I can't make a post so I thought I'd give you guys a brief hit so that you wont get any DTs.

I'm gonna level with you, oh my sole reader, why I got into the Bloggin racket--chicks. Yes I want to break me off a piece of that Lisa Loeb looking, Elliot Smith listening, Starbucks coffee drinking, Bukowski reading, Wes Anderson watching, CNN (international edition only) checking, intelligensia tang.We'll talk about Darfur and after a few cans of Sparks we'll try to make magic in my parents house. OOoooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo real sexy. Come on chick bloggers, deep down in you I know you just want to cruise around town with me in The Breeze while listening to some reggaeton.

Speaking of gash. I was at a Municpal Waste show earlier in the month in Cambrdige--fucking Cambridge I hate it so much, "Ooooo we're so much better than you, we close down a major thoroughfare so people can go rollerblading!" except if your black then they shove you into the back reach of town. Back to my train of though, I was broing up with some bros outside the show and we noticed that there were almost as many girls as guys, well not really but a helluva lot. At one point there was a slew of them coming back from Sev.

"Thrash Gash." I turned to one of my friend's friends. He said "I bet you, you can pick up chicks now by just sayin' 'Hey I'm in a thrash band, wanna thrash with me?'"

See in The Scene there are a lot of dudes and very few girls, but these girls aren't real girls they're Scene Girls. See a guy in the Scene can date a normal girl who likes Kelly Clarkson and can't tell the difference between Slayer and Stryper. However a Scene Girl can only date a guy in the Scene.

I went onto a tirade about how a few months ago they were totally into Daughters and Lightning Bolt, and how in a few months they'll be totally above Thrash and only listen to Noise and Power Electronics. See, Scene Girls jump from trend to trend without really understanding or caring about the music--they're in this for the Scene Drama. Oh and posting pictures of them diddling themselves on messageboards or if they're hotter Suicide girls or Burning Angel. If there's one pearl of Lambgoat wisdom I can impose upon young girls--or young women , it's this:
By: InvalidSacrifice on 9/20/2005 2:30:17 PM

So it looked like an english bulldog that just ran a mile?

--Oops I mean this:
Captain on 6/19/2005 4:38:09 PM

However many points you can come up with to prove that you are apparently intelligent, you still posted naked pictures of yourself on the internet.

Finally, I'm sick of hearing on CNN about how the blogs are on fire about Lebanon, or about this blog or that blog and their readers, I to settle who is the best blogger of them all. I propose we all get driven out to Death Valley in the middle of the night, are given only weapons invented before the Battle of Hastings and have a 30 Day Battle Royale, the last man standing shall be known as The Blogger.

Quick Post

I've changed a few things on here so that hopefully everyone can leave comments ont his cesspool of dirty words and incomplete senteces. So leave comments on other tips on how to manage this goram contraption.

Mosh on My Son Mosh On.

Supernatural or Supranatural?

I was watching "The Entity," agian last night, which is really a horror film that doesn't get anywhere near enough praise as it deserves (it gets none by the way) and which I think was the inspiration for "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" more than "The Exorcist;" along with Malachi Martin's Hostage to the Devil which is the only book to ever give me the chills and make me paranoid for my soul--and I was raised Unitarian Universalist for Crissakes.

In "The Entity" a single mom, played by the breath-taking Barbra Hershey, with 3 kids (2 young ones with one father and one teenager she had with another guy when she was 16) one day is suddenly attack by something. And is constantly raped by this Entity. She goes to a psychologist, played by Ron Silverman, who thinks this is all some sort of dillusion. Though this film definitely leans more to the Getting Raped by a Ghost Party rather than Schizophrenic Dillusion manifested in Hysteria which gives physical evidence Party--the idea of whether this is supernatural or psychological is definitely there.

This reminded me of one of my sole (thus far) supernatural experiences, I was in Mainline outisde of Philadelphia with a bunch of family, I was checking out Drexel for the first time. We all went to some bar for dinner and were walking back to the house when I looked up in the window of the Catholic School up the street from their house. I saw a girl who was maybe in her teens or so lookign at me, she seemed to be wearing a dress or something maybe a Catholic school uniform; anyway I turn to my Dad's cousin and asked,"Do the kids stay overnight at the school?" She turned to me and said "No." That was a real 'holy shit' moment.

Also: This morning I was watching this new Sci-fi Channel program "Proof Positive" similar to "Sightings" and all those shows this takes supernatural or paranormal experiences and tries to test them to see if they can positively prove their existence. One of their pieces was on a painter in New Mexico who believes he has a an abnormally high ("supernaturally" high) electricalcharge in his body ebcause streetlights turn out whenever he's near them, or can turn on when he's near them--or other types of lights. His wife also spoke about how he'd shock her or their toaster would blow up or something when he touched them or was around them.

To make a long intro make sense--this gave me an idea for a flick. It would be like a Justice League or X-men group but done in a manner like Batman Begins or Unbreakable so entirely in the realm of reality. You'd have this painter, but a little film-magiced up so that he can controll the electricity more, you'd have Bruce willis from Unbreakable in there. And more things that seem like a medical oddity but could be used for crime fighting. Then set it inthe late 80s early 90s so these guys would have to workall the time.

I've come to the conclusion that I need to work on all my movie ideas this summer, since I haveall this dow time when I'm not working. Maybe you might get a link to a new script sometime soon--STAY TUNED!

Die Honky Die Night

Last Night I caught "Walk Out," "Edge of America," and the beginning of "Secuestro Express"--which I finished this morning. Yes it was a triple threat of people the white man has fucked over in its domination of the western hemisphere.

"Walk Out" is the docudrama of the 1968 East LA walk outs in the High Schools, Chicano kids weren't getting the same type of education as the Gringos and they decided to do something about it. It was great propaghanda that had you hissing at the LAPD, which I do anyway when during my freetime.

"Edge of America," however, was for more intersting. Strangely earlier in the day I had watch the Martin Lawrence middle-school vehicle "rebound," which was a black NCAA millionaire coach coaching a shitty team that had never gotten to double digits. "Edge of America" was about a black man from Texas who goes to Idaho to teach on the Three Nations Reservation. He ends up coaching the girls' Basketball team, it was interesting having the Black coach, anger and all, trying to size up the Indians and the Indians sizing him up a bit to. There's this one poignant part towards the end where the assistant coach--a lovely Indian woman--asking him why he's mad all the time, he askes her why she thinks he's mad and she says "Because you're a black man in America, but get over it you're talking to Indians here."
The film was really about how a lot of minority groups place against the system by keeping themselves down, the Three Nations people have this thing in their culture where mistakes and imperfections keep their soul open--meaning it's ok that you never leave the Rez and don't go to college to make something of yourself.

In the Rez, the Barrio, the Ghetto, the Projects we see this, it doesn't matter if you're Indian, Latino, Black or Irish there's something in these cultures that says "I'm jsut some dumb *insert slur here* the system's against me I can't do shit I'll jsut gangbang, sell drugs whatever and never make anything of myself.

I think if you trully want to see equality it's this mentality that needs to be broken. Red, Black, Brown, White; doesn't matter the race-- it's the Ghetto Mentality that needs to die.

P.S. "Sequestro Express" was about a rich couple that gets kidnapped in Caracas, so one thing we all have going for us is that even if we live in Camden, at least we don't live in Caracas. Jesus, this guy is being forced to empty money from an ATM for his kidnappers and another dude runs up and tries to mug him at gun point, then the kidnappers kill him for fucking with their deal. Latin America is no fun when it comes to crime--but they're women, Mon Dieu!

P.P.S. They also had little hints of a racial thing going on where the kidnappers were of a slightly darker skin tone but referred to themselves as "Negro, or Nigger" yet there were dudes who really were black. Its interesting how in South America (not including Brazil) they have their own race thing only an average joe from the US wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two.

Should I Talk About How the World is Falling Apart or the New Jesu EP?

I guess that's the life of a blogger.

The Former: In case you've been living in a cave for summer, or you're one of those kids who gets their news from MTV, the world is going to shit around us. Let's back pedal to December 2005. I was cruising around Norwood in The Breeze while listening to BUR the Boston NPR station. They were doing a bit about how violent crime was exploding in the city and how murders had almost doubled since the year before. They were thinking there would be almost 100 murders in the City of Boston that year. I go back to school and whilst purchasing a Taquito at Sev (7-11 to those not in the know) I looked at an Inquirer headline proclaiming 380 murders in Phila in 2005. By the time we got to the end of January there were already well into double digits.

At work study my boss Angie and I were reading the beginning of this book Freakonomics where an economist is given seemingly random data about a socio-economic or socio-political issue and then he tries to solve it. First he was given why crime got worse and worse every year til '95 and then dropped so insanely. He looked 20 years back, one generation mind you, to '75 and saw that Roe vs. Wade was that eyar. SO, we had a low crime rate due to abortion and that kids that would be born into homes not capable of reering them, or that would go into foster care, etc. didn't exist and so you had a smaller criminal pool.

However crime is back up here.

Then we had Kim Jung-Il firing nukes.
--Shitty

Now we have the Middle East exploding into violence.
--Shitty.

Here's my take on that. The reaction that the Isrealis took on this was like this.

Let's say you have a neighbor who's always been a drug addict but also a shithead. He's fucked with you a bit before but he's starting to get better, figure his shit out. Then one night two of his Head friends take two posters from your house. So you go over kill everyone in the house, burn the place to the ground and then sow salt into the land so that nothing may grow there ever again.

Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care how much shit Hezbollah has given you, you don't blow up a country that is just getting on it's feet, for the actions of a third party; especially if just because two soldiers were kidnapped. We didn't bomb Iran or Syria whenever a reporter was kidnapped. Fuck you Isreal, you are one step from being Nazis--yeah I said it the Jewish Homeland set up due to the Holocaust is nearly a Fascist state bent on the annhilation of their Muslim neighbors. I know they're pricks but you can't deal with it like Stalin deals with things.

This is how nations like our own need to deal with rogue third world states: Rise Above.

They shake us up we do't freak out and dissolve all our civil rights for freedom, we need to follow things to the letter of the law. If we acted exactly like our constitution towards these people, don't you think that morenof them might actually start to respect us and think that maybe its the Imams they listen to who are the murderous infidels and not us?
We need the aliens to land and help us stop slitting eachothers' throats.


The Latter: Many of you probably have no idea who Jesu are. Jesu is a new project born from Justin Broadrick who was the front man of Godflesh. Godflesh was really one of the first big Sludge bands that kind of kicked off the explosion of the scene we see today. Jesu had a self titled album come out last year, the slow, uber heavy, ridiculously downtuned guitars were balanced by almost chant like emotionless singing that gave a sort of eerie feeling. But the new EP "Silver" is much more rocking and has gorgeous melodies almost buried by the crushing guitars, the singing is less eerie and more melodic and emotional too. I see this band doing something really important if they keep going down the road they are.

And we need it, 'cause this whole place is going to hell.

2nd Post Just as Lame as The 1st

Well, now that I got my blog cherry popped, I have some thoughts. This weekend I saw both "Lady in the Water," and "Clerks II." Both of these films were amazing in my opinion and whomever I went to either of these films.

However, I've noticed something: M. Night Shamalan just might be the most hated director not named Uwe Boll. I e-mozied on over to the "Lady in the Water" IMDb page and was shocked to see that there were far more "This movie was horrible" or more likely, "This movie [performed fellatio on a donkey whilst pronouncing 'I'm a dirty girl, I'm a dirty girl]" had to clean up the language there, don't want to burnout my fuck and shit rations on the first night.

It seems the man's a love hate guy, for example my associate Matt and I loved "The Village," everyone else in the world--or those who scream the loudest--hated it. And I see more posts like "The movie was dumb I didn't get it..."---

Doesn't that mean you're dumb you waste of taxpayers money and breath for us with the big brains that need it?

Or "it's dumb it wasn't even scary"

it's a bedtime story you "Laguna Beach" enjoying mouth breather.

I don't get it, I think that his films are gorgeously shot (especially "The Village"); imaginative; thought provoking after the film; and they take fantastical scenarios and throw them into the real world.

I don't get what there'snot to love, maybe it's 'cause he's Indian.

However with the "Clerks II" front things are very different. They made an estimated 9.6-9.8 mil this weekend essentially doubling they're shooting budget of 5 million. However Joel Siegel the "Good Morning America" critic made a big fucking scene in the critic screening http://www.viewaskew.com/news/jul06/1.html

what a mustachioed knucklehead

Blogging is just livejournal for english majors who work in a cubicle

So, my Virginal foray into the blogging 'Verse. Oh for those of you that read beantown bwana, i'm bwana jr. I'm waaaaaaaay fucking cooler just look at my clever username/blog title.


Why do I have a feeling that I won't cater to my dad's crowd?