Exploding Silver Nitrate

Topic: TV Show intros

2008-04-06T18:24:00.005-04:00

Sometimes a show is so complete that even its title sequence works with the rest of the piece, for example Lost's sequence is genius; a white word on black comes at you, out of focus. It comes into focus and reveals itself to be 'Lost' but only for a brief moment before it is too close to be read and out of focus again. Brilliant--that's the show in a nutshell.

However some shows just have deplorable credit rolls int he front that are just worthless and as you continue watching the show become more and more aggravating. But before we get into a list let's talk about a related issue.

Attention Premium Channel shows: Cut it the fuck out with the Production Design on PCP with the credit sequences. When Premium channel shows got popular enough that the mouth breathers started to stop watching Friends and start checking out what HBO and like had to say one of the things they saw were cool credits int he beginning that were animated real well. Six Feet Under, Carnival, et al. They had break animation and cool music and were so different from the stuff the networks did. However then it seemed to be a rule that every show put out on cable had to have a 15 minute long title sequence. It got to the point that I just fast forwarded most of them (thank you On demand). I remember the show where this first really started bothering me: Huff.
Huff's sequence seemed forced; it had nothing to do with anything; and it broke the cardinal rule of good content: it was visual for visual sake. This should have tipped me off on the show which I sort of like until the back section of the first season where this show was jsut trying to see how obnoxiously depressing they could get (Rescue Me did this too, and it was just fucking dumb--oh let's see which kid of Leary's we can kill this season! Fuck you).
Enough man we know that you can use computers to make stuff look cool--but that's not the point. The point is to boost the content.

Now let's talk about some terrible sequences. First on my mind is the L Word, the show once had a nice minimalist sequence where various L words were displayed and then BANG!
TITLE
CREATED BY
SHOW
Then it changed its sequence --around the same time the show turned to shit.
Now its this stupid drop frame thing of the various characters doing various rich lady shit, like go to galleries and swim in your pools. All to just the worse fucking band ever. I know you're suppose to be a show by lesbians for lesbians about lesbians--but fuck this dyke rock band is just sucking my soul out. Just the most grooveless take on 60s pop (i guess) song by your music teacher. I mean she can sing but like i don't want to listen to her. You know who I'm talking about right? Like they can physically sing but they have no hook to their voice that makes you want to hear them sing. It's just an aural abortion over the dumbest attempt at grabbing someone's attention. Sort of like the show.

The 4400. This show seemed interesting and then I realized it wasn't. The show's pilot was great because they had a very minimal shot of the earth with the title over it. GREAT. But as soon as they got picked up they made it this whole long, convoluted thing that has nothing to do with the show and just forces me to not pay attention to the screen. Again the song is just dumb. It doesn't keep with the rest of the program in anyway. I mean a show like this should just have a score, something epic and eerie--like the show. The whole thing has a score and a look and then during the opening credits they play adult contemporary? Really?

Enterprise. Star Trek has a long history of having iconic opening credits. Then with Enterprise they said to themselves, "OK let's make a cool visual sequence showing the various enterprises over history and into the time period of our show. Should we use music that alludes to the other Star Trek shows (like everyone's done). No, fuck that noise; I want shitty soft rock song by some cracker who does the music for mortgage brokerage commercials. Yeah no one will be offended by this. AND NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT EITHER, that's probably why your shit was canceled, that and you were on the UPN.

Firefly. Ok I'm a fan of the show so don't throw stones at me. This sow is flawless except for the pening credits. I know its suppose to be a Western/Sci-fi show,a nd that joss whedon wrote the song and the guy who sang is supposed to be someone rad--but that shit is gay as hell. Just because you can write a great script doesn't mean you k now who to write a song that doesn't make me want to puke blood until it's over. I've atched this show countless times, but I can tell you exaclty how many times I watched the title sequence: Twice. The first time I watched it and when an episode was shown in class. Every other time, skipped so furiously the remote was shattered into subatomic particles thus momentarily throwing quantum physics through a loop. Fuck this is terrible, got my blah and shoody doo...fucking stop its embarassing. What doesn't make sense to me was that the score was so full of emotion that scenes of battle where we were in space an thus had no sound, almsot broguht a tear to my eye. And yet they went with THAT FUCKING SONG. No wonder why you got cancelled, if all I knew about the show was what Fox told me (i.e. nothing) and I heard that diddy I'd change the channel faster than you can say shiny.

I'm starting to drool a bit so I need to compose my self and wrap it up.

In conclusion: Lost-->good; Torchwood-->good. L word-->bad.

Sometimes not overstating yourself is a good thing, oh wait thats all the time.

Hope

2008-03-11T13:29:00.002-04:00

The Democratic Primary of the Millenium continues as the News Entertainment people salivate over the poll data from states that we all try to forget like Wyoming and Mississippi--where despite the Homosexual road dragging and hundreds of years of deep bigotry Obama is coming out on top.

I don't know if I've said it here before but I am an Obama man--much like most people my age. I could go on about how Hilary is entirely bought by lobbyists, how Obama has some how charged the zeitgeist of a generation that views elections as something decided by the richest 1% or how rad it'd hearing people say "Here now is President of the United States of America Barrack Obama." Instead I use the topic that Obama himself has created as a sort of sound byte for the Media whores but as well as a call to arms for us, the powerless: Hope.

My neighborhood in West Philly is a place where people live broken lives of no meaning. generations upon generations leech off of family members that should be deep into their retirement; Kids don't go to school 'cause its cooler to be a gang banger; Attitudes toward different races are equivalent to living in South Carolina; and where drugs flow more freely than words with more than two syllables. To me this would be the last place anyone would give a shit about politics, let alone a presidential primary.

Yet i see Obama '08 signs int he windows of barber shops and section 8 apartments. I see black men with long beards going door to door for Obama trying to bolster support from a people that everyone in this country has forgotten or just don't give a shit about.

I know all the boomers are gay for Hilary and think she's gonna be able to manipulate the system to get what she needs (read: get the people who bought her to do stuff for her and then do stuff for them 'cause they own her), but in a election year where the theme is change perhaps we should look at actual change versus a different name.

If a black man with name that make shim sound like he should be part of those America's most wanted trading cards, is inning deep southern states, creepy backwards western states and Vermont--that means something.

If this man is getting a generation who came to political maturation during a period where elections were bought and sold; the GOP barred those the didn't think like them from voting: one of the worst presidencies in American history; and complacency and apathy at an all time high. to be excited about how there next president could be rather than pick from two nearly indistinguishable rich, white, middle aged men--that's real change.

Getting urban black people who are now two three generations into crack and urban decay, who've been left behind by their country and who can only look to their grandparents and great grandparents for positive role models to vote--that's real change.

Getting people from countries that have hated our guts for the better part of a decade, become interested in us again if we elect this man--that's real change.

Getting any of us to think that the future might be better and not more of a shit sandwich after 8 years of our country plummeting and becoming more ignorant and backwards--that's real change.

Getting to people who have polarized political beliefs to agree on a hate for Whitehouse insiders and have interest int he same man--that's real change.

So now matter how close Hilary is in delegates and how much people still like her, I think that Obama not being given the nomination would do irreparable damage to the hope this country has to the hope of the people politics has become a bane to.

I've Been Away Far too long

2008-02-19T11:42:00.002-05:00

I don't have much to say, I'll try to rite more things in here. I know nobody reads this anymore, but I don't ant some of things written in here to disappear.

One thought, in my political life I've won rarely. I've spent my whole life living in a country that performed almost in exact opposite of what it could be. Could Obama (if he were to wind) turn the tide on this feel of constantly beaten? Maybe we are so jaded that we almost encourage or back those that feed into this cynicism the most (e.g. Bush jr.) Maybe if we start voting for the people we want and encourage what this place would be--it would start to remind us of that place we have in our head.

It's been awhile

2007-11-29T10:14:00.000-05:00

Wow, the last post as in July. My life was totally different back them it feels. My life has sorta hit by shitty events almost continually since August. But that's not all why I stopped posting, mostly it was that I couldn't remember my password. That said I want to take you on a journey through time and space.

This is THE MIGHTY BOOSH, a Channel 4 show that is just so out there that there is nothing to compare it to.

I'm Old Gregg!

They used to have the whole episode on youtube, but I guess the end of it got taken down.

The Internet

2007-07-07T19:53:00.000-04:00

With the current big stories of Film and Music Piracy and the universally despised net neutrality, I realized something very different and groundbreaking: The Internet is The Revolution.

While this century has seen tot he slow demise of Communism, Lenin's vision of a International Marxist Revolution was tainted early by their misguided decision to use a tyrannical form of government to buttress a Socialist Economy. In a time of nearly Global Capitalism and free market the foundations of the Revolution have been cemented by everyone's favorite source of pornography and home videos of people being hit in the crotch: The Internet.

See, at its very core The Internet is a socialist construct: a global meeting ground where information is a more valuable currency than...well currency. In the beginning maelstrom of proposed prosperity--the dot com boom--businessman across the world sought to use the technology to be able to reach a huge market, or maybe the entire market. All of these companies failed, except for a few heavy hitters like amazon.com. However one company not only survived but became a monolithic business and a buzz world all at once: Google.

Essentially, google exchanges information, you search for information on their engine and then those that have information can be found, easily, on it. Though the site is funded by ad space by other companies and Google's own ventures, it is still much like an information desk at the front of the world meeting ground of the Internet.

Now on a smaller, and illegal scale, you have an even more socialistic prospect of person-to-person actions. Between messageboards and music blogs I've gotten 99% of my music from someone else sharing it with me. I've discovered lists of bands and genres I would have never even heard of in a tradition music market. In turn I have shared this music with others and by word of mouth bands that 10 years ago would have been known by an elite music snob handful, can now enjoy fans from all over the world, who are willing to buy things from them directly.
What this technology brings us is essentially a chance to go back and forward at the sametime. What I envision is that in a few years kids with little-to-no money will exchange information for information. An 18 year old in Boston and a 27 year old in Osaka will exchange several albums for a movie or two. People will exchange books for paintings, pictures for programs. Bartering will make a massive comeback--as it has already begun.

I became dissapointed in my own time as a child, the space race of the cold war took a major backseat during my tenure on this world, seeing the Nasa budget get pulled further, and further back. In a sense computers created and destroyed Space Travel. Until recently I felt that we may never get to that Start Trek moment where man explores the Universe and expands its knowledge with interaction with other lifeforms. But recently I've reconciderd.

When Human Space Exploration first began Humans were at their most divided and aggressive, the Second World War had just ended and the Cold War was beginning. We were a tribal warring people at the time with far too many problems to fix at home before we went off to see the rest of the Solar System, let alone the Galaxy. But with our concentration on computers, namely on the telecommunication field we have now been able to shrink our world down to a village where a person on one side of our world can instantly talk to one on another. Perhaps it is with the internet that we unite and pacify ourselves. Maybe we needed a taste of the wonder of space, before we went in and fixed ourselves up enough to truly explore it. Many ridicule the idea of the internet of as being the greatest invention of the 20th century (The Refrigerator, Microwave, Air Flight, Air Conditioning and others do hold very good sway) but maybe it was this one invention we needed to force us to grow up, get rid of war and the dollar and unite ourselves as a species and a planet.

Or maybe it is just a great place to get porn.

Yeah I posted Again!

2007-06-04T11:22:00.001-04:00

So this weekend was amazing because of an epic Saturday.

I saw the Deftones at the Electric factory and it basically changed my life. For those of you who've never heard of the band here's their myspace page

We parked the car in this back lot that is shielded from view and is all fenced off, this where EVERY DRUG KNOWN TO MAN WAS OFFERED TO US. There were guys with tanks blowing up balloons for kids to whippets, I was offered 8 balls, coke, opium and finally mushrooms before getting into the place. Then the cops would randomly cruise through and everyone would turn around or leave.

I get in and the place has a pretty awesome set up, and some how they made it so that despite being hundreds of people back i felt like I was right up front. Maybe it's been awhile since I've been to a show that wasn't at a church or an elks club. We had awesomely missed the entire opening act that was Fall of Troy and got there just as they were setting up for the Deftones. The stage set up was nuts. First there was this sort of table thing set up in the front for Chino to stand on. Behind the band was a mammoth LED Screen with a minimal amount of pixels that would play disparate clips of pin-up girls, parts of movies and experimental film clips. They had some lights that made a pattern on the wall. A million robot lights that were cool and they had a shit ton of strobes all around the rigging of the stage that were pointed at the audience, on certain notes or crecendoes these would blast the audience.

The thing about the deftones is that:
1. Nothing sounds like them
2. they have one of the widest range of audience of any band I like
3. They don't get anywhere as much recognition as they deserve

To me they seem like a Pink Floyd of my generation, whereas Pink Floyd melded Black American Blues music with Rock n' Roll, the Deftones merge Hip Hop with Alt-Metal and both of them then merge those influences with a heavy amount of experimentation.

It was the best show I've ever been to, and I've seen a lot of shows. But I've never everyone in the place dancing and I've never seen such a wide audience.
Another thing about the deftones is that they have this canyonesque gamut of people who listen tot hem. Black Hi Hop kids, latino cholos, hot girls of many different backgrounds, hardcore/metal kids, trashy rock kids, hippie-ish kids. I go to hardcore and metal shows where everyone looks relatively the same, post-rock might have more of a fluctuation in their audience but for the most part I go to shows where people look like a version of me, here there were totally different people all dance together and having this shared experience.

Quick Update

2007-05-23T00:08:00.000-04:00

I'm melting in the Advanced Lab editing my documentary that is essentially a discussion on everything wrong with Modern urban America. I currently Have 4 very rough minutes of scenes slapped together. it's really hard to edit without having done the voice over yet.

I hope this documentary doesn't play too dark, at one point I'm sitting and talking to my friend Lippman on my poarch and I say, "There's your race relations in Philadelphia: it starts with a bomb being dropped and end with no one giving a shit about you. It's almost like you live in occupied land. Like You're neighborhood is your country and the Philadelphia Police Department is the occupying foreign army."

I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew, the subject my just be too wide and the story my never really find it's way.

But, hey, it's what I do and somehow it'll get done in the end.

Here's some retarded videos my friends and I put up on youtube.

Democratic Presidential Candidates

2007-05-18T09:43:00.000-04:00

Yeah I've said since day one I want Barrack Hussein Obama to go to the show. But I was looking at all their websites the other day and only one of them had Crime as an issue on their site--and that was Dennis Kucinich. While Kucinich mostly rambled about improving the first line of defense while also making sure there was no more police brutality, he is the only one to even bother mentioning crime. Crime isn't getting talked about in the public forum, at all. If you live in a city you know how bad it's been getting every year. If you live in Philly, you've probably seen someone get killed on your street.

Sometimes I feel like Global Warming, Iraq an other issues take up so much room, a lot of domestic issues get lost. Also Only one of the candidates had the decriminalization of marijuana, again Kucinich. Now I feel this is also a gravely important issue--the only problem is that usually the most baked kids are advocating and whoever else brings it up is labeled as such. America, fucking everyone has tried pot, and a lot of them are habitual users. However when have you ever heard someone killing someone after they smoked, or raping someone, or getting behind the wheel and killing some kid--or really being angry at all--fucking never. Because all pot makes you want to do is eat, lie down and talk about profound shit or laugh for an hour and a half about a smudge on a napkin. That's pretty much it. However because it is a Category I or whatever it's called there are more people being arrested for marijuana than all violent crimes put together, on top of that 99% of them arrested for possession meaning some kid had like a nickel bag and was about to have a good time with all his friends and now is in prison with baby rapers. As a nation with 12% of our population behind bars and overcrowding at an absurd level people should realize what a mess this one law is making. A recent study has been done that showed that marijuana decriminalization would free up over a billion dollars of the taxpayers' money and would in no way hinder police work or raise crime rates.

Maybe it is Kucinich's job to bring up the issues the bigger candidates forget about so that they can be discussed in a national forum but come on, crime is more important than the US's international reputation. I'd rather for it to be unheard of to have over 400 murder's in a US city than change what faggot France or Italy think about us. Their scum bags anyway and when they play sports it shows.

Or maybe it'll be up to my generation to fix this too. You boomers are fucking worthless.

re's what I don't get

2007-05-10T13:16:00.000-04:00

Remember the shit storm Clinton got for getting a beej?

what the fuck happened, where's the outrage. The current administration constantly does things that are actually illegal and at times evil and no one really says anything except for maybe Bill Maher. Are you serious? The dems should have been having a shit fit and threatened to impeach Bush everytime this happened; but they didn't because they're pussies. If this had been any other time and someone pulled shit like Georgy Boy he'd have gotten berated by representatives of places you've never even heard of. For chrissakes Lincoln got shit on constantly because, frankly, he was a bit of a dictator during the civil war--and Bush gets nothing. I think the Me Generation is so ingrained and people are so self absorbed that no one cares and mediocrity will reign supreme.

Personally it is the belief of my entire house (from radical to conservative) that we would love a president that doesn't come from a party and doesn't care about DC Bullshit or opinion polls and all that. Someone who can actually lead and not follow the nation. Oh my, I'm starting to sound like Mr. Maher. And if Bill fuckin' Maher and my friend Paul are agreeing on something then it has to be true or one of them has a tumor.

First, because the crazies in the right got their pres for 8 years I think it's only fair that we get a radical socialist pres for awhile--for balance. Then we start having Leaders that can Lead the whole country--not just half of it (or like 20% of it like G-Dubs is right now). Paul and I have agreed that there real hasn't been a good pres since JFK or LBJ. That was 40+ years ago folks. Just think about that.

Because if you're not being represented by your government then what's the point.

Taxation without Representation, anyone?

State of the World Address

2007-05-08T09:23:00.000-04:00

I can see it coming from a mile away. Hell, I could see some of it happeneing 2 generations before mine.

The entire world's problems are going to be left for my generation: crime, poverty, global warming, class divisions, war, relations with other countries--everything. The scary part is that most people in my generation are self-absorbed children with grown up bodies. Or a fucking bro-dude. I can
t wait until congress is filled with kids named Tucker, Russell, Skylar, Tyler, Mitchell, Hunter,or Chad. They all pop their fucking collars and argue by trying to out bro each other.

"I think I understand what you're trying to do here Mitchell but it goes against my contingency."
"Do you know who my father is?"
"Do you know who my father is?"

Ugh. I hope they all fall off a cliff into a bowl of ebola.

We've already had a bro dude president and look how that turned out.

Oh, he wants to pop his collar so much.

Crime-wise we're living in the late 70s again waiting for the tidal wave of violent crime to engulf this nation again. If you live in a city you already know this, you've watched every crime statistic go up and up every year. No one with an actual power is trying to do anything about it.

Republicans are going to keep whining about religion, flag burning and other nonsense because that makes their insane unAmerican base feel like their actually getting some representation. When was the last time you feel like you were actually represented in tis republic, something you feel was actually passed as a law. I don't get this bullshit--we're in charge, the people. We can stop this whole mess of sending rich, two faced cocksuckers to DC to basically fuck around for years and ruin the name of this great country.

The world is going to hit a crescendo soon but we will fall from grace far sooner.

I have to go to work. Expect an update soon.

I Never Feel Like I Have Anything to Say

2007-04-15T13:07:00.000-04:00

I know everyone and their Mom are talking about the whole Imus debacle, I however have a grander statement. let me borrow a phrasefrom one of my favorite shows on TV and seemingly sole source of relevant political dialogue:

NEW RULE: 24 Hour News Networks Need to Cover news for at least 1 hour.

Anna Nicole Smith was a dopey bitch, Imus is a has-been Radio guy that no one has listened to since 1984 and it seems thats what year he thinks it is, I don't fucking care if some rich cunt was killed in Aruba. I don't care that that psycho ran out on her Wedding. If you follow another story of a cute preggo wife being killed by her husband I'm going to take a trip down to HQ and blow your dish up. No more stories about teachers fucking their students, I don't care how foxy they are.

In the time that the news networks have squandered on these stories, there has been genocide in Sudan, Civil War in Sudan, War and massacres in Uganda, Massive Political abuse in the US, A decade old civil war in Nepal that has claimed millions, and crime has exploded in the Us to the level of the mid 80s, turning most Urban Areas into Warzones.

If I have to hear another talking head talk about what some vapid shithead said on their blog about some other husk of a human being that is only important because she blew someone on video be regarded as news I think I'll just fucking kill Rupert Murdoch.

400+ people were murder in Philadelphia alone last year, there are already over 100 murders this year.

CNN, Fox News, all of you aren't news stations but mindless Gossip for mindless housewives that live in Closed Suburban Communities, who are so zonked out on prescription drugs that the only thing they can really concentrate on is bullshit about bullshit people who don't matter. Maybe if we had an informed citizenry something would change. But that's the whole idea isn't it.

Here's Jerry Seinfeld's thoughts: http://www.thatvideosite.com/video/4177

What the fuck Japan, what the fuck?

2007-04-11T10:15:00.000-04:00

Japanese Air Sex - Click Here for more great videos and pictures!

I don't even really know what to say. It's kind of sad.

Post-Cynicism: Nothing Is Cool

2007-04-04T17:05:00.000-04:00

When I was a senior in High School I took an impossibly hard class that was infinitely interesting: European History Advanced Placement. My Teacher, a man by the name of Brian Poon, taught the class in a manner that was so difficult and so all encompassing that those who took it and went to Harvard College Placed out to Junior level History courses. Anyway, the class isn't what's important, but rather, an idea that Poon described to us. We were talking about Descartes who led the Scientific Enlightenment of 17th Century Europe. That this was the beginning of skepticism, which is sort of wrongly defined by dictionary.com as:

1.	skeptical attitude or temper; doubt.

2.	doubt or unbelief with regard to a religion, esp. Christianity.

But more accurately defined by American heritage as:

A doubting or questioning attitude or state of mind; dubiety. See Synonyms at uncertainty.
1. The ancient school of Pyrrho of Elis that stressed the uncertainty of our beliefs in order to oppose dogmatism.
2. The doctrine that absolute knowledge is impossible, either in a particular domain or in general.
3. A methodology based on an assumption of doubt with the aim of acquiring approximate or relative certainty.
Doubt or disbelief of religious tenets.

The importance of the birth of this was that before this, the Pope's word was infallible, the same with the church and with Monarchs, Autarchs, etc. But then questioning leads to the modern world.

He went on and said that, skepticism seems lost now and that his and my own generation (and perhaps the boomers too) do not know what skepticism is really or how to practice it. Now we live in the times of Cynicism. American Heritage defines this as:

An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others: the public cynicism aroused by governmental scandals.
A scornfully or jadedly negative comment or act: "She arrived at a philosophy of her own, all made up of her private notations and cynicisms" (Henry James).
Cynicism The beliefs of the ancient Cynics.

You might be wondering what the hell I'm blabbering about, and aren't those two words the same?

No.

Skepticism is to observe something and while looking at it for what it is, keep in the back of your mind that maybe this isn't true.

Cynicism is to have come to the conclusion that everything is bullshit before ever even looking at the damn thing.

As a world of cynics we've come to the point where nothing is cool. The new album always sucks, the old album sucks too because everyone likes it now. That band was never cool, this band isn't cool either. The only thing that is cool is to be cynical and think that nothing is cool. Nothing is fair, nothing is just, nothing is happy or loving--nothing is the truth.

Descartes, et al, battled for the idea of the end of Absolute truth, we live in a world where nothing is true. All governments don't work for the people but rather try to get over on their political agenda for their special interest group--all corporations are evil, no one truly donates to charity, they just want to be in the limelight.

Today in Non-Western Cinema we watched Akira Kurosawa's Ran, an adaptation of Hamlet's King Lear and also one of the best films of all time by one of the world's greatest directors. The film has this philosophic poetry to it, it's metaphors and symbols tell a totally different story in your mind as the film goes along--the movie isn't just about this Great Lord and his sons but about Human Nature, knowing the difference between what someone says to your face and what they mean, greed and greedy women hellbent on destroying everything through the utilization of their vaginae.

Maybe it was a cultural barrier and no one there to hold your hand tell you what this action or that saying means in their culture or just plain ole' lack of respect. But many of my peers thinking that this was Mystery Science Theater 3000, ragged on the flick and then through some sort of epiphany said, "That movie sucked." Did it? Or did you fucking babbling through the whole thing keep you from actually watching any of the fucking movie? My generations mindset of "This is My Movie," is for another blog-rant but what I'm trying to show you is that this is the world we have made for ourselves.

Nothing is cool.

This film sucked because I didn't get it and everyone else in the world thinks it's amazing. And if everyone thinks it's good--then it can't possibly be so, can it?

How can anything be cool or enjoyable if we make up our mind that it sucks before we even watch it? This movie is old so it can't be as good as our modern more technically advanced movies. This movie wasn't labeled by AFI as one of the 100 best so it can't be good. This movie was made within the last 15 years I can't label it good until it is 20 years old and totally safe to like it.

All New Music Sucks.
All Old Music Sucks.

We live in a world where a band that's nuts were jumped on by everyone in 2003, is totally a joke in 2004--How can you like them, they were so last year?

What I'm asking you to do, is to pick up a dictionary and look up the word skeptical. I want you to be a skeptic for once in your life and approach something neutrally--don't automatically reject it, but don't automatically accept it.

Because if right now nothing is cool, creative, original, daring, controversial, innovative, or just plain good--will we have anything to be remembered?

Break-In Update

2007-04-03T08:37:00.000-04:00

Well two new things have come about since the last post. We talked to Cal (a dude whose lived on the 500 block his whole life and is sort of a neighborhood crazy uncle figure to us) and after we told him what happened to us, he said that he'd "Talk to people around here that do some thing's, 'cause you guys don't bother no body and treat me real fine--he'll you know where I live and what's up with my moms."

His mom has the gout in her toe foot an lower leg.

Also, Chris and Brosef are totally convinced that it was Skip due to the front door baffling mystery, the meat and that there wasn't any real damage done. If a crackhead had broken in they would have really ransacked the place. This theory proved convincing when I saw that the xbxox was gone with the av cables and power supply with it--that meant that someone had to know how the system works--nothing else was taken, including the games on my desk.

At the sametime I could see an accomplished theif sending in a little kid because they wouldnt trash the place as much and they would go after the xbxox and know how to unplug it, and after steal cameras and 31 dvds it be pretty hard to also carry some games too.

Who knows?

WORST. VACATION. EVER.

2007-04-02T12:49:00.000-04:00

I'm sure many of you wondered why I didn't post during break.

This is the low-down: On Monday the 26th I was in a head-on collision in East Dedham, where my sister and myself were injured--bruises and a few cuts, although my pinky fingernail on my right hand was jammed into my finger; It's all gross and purple/magenta. My car was totaled and my life sucked.

Then when I got back to the house on Saturday I came back to us having been broken into. 31 of Chris' DVDs were taken, 2 35mm and a digital camera were stolen from Brosef's room, and not until the cops had left did i realize that my xbox was ganked too; also in a bizarre twist, all my meet was taken out of the freezer and left which made the place stink of rotten meat. Fuckin' crackheads. If the guy is dumb enough to comeback, he will not come out in one piece.

In other news I have a sick class schedule.

MOVE BACK MUTHAFUCKA/THE ONYX IS HERE/BACK THE FUCK UP, YOU BETTAH, BACK THE FUCK UP

2007-03-22T23:20:00.000-04:00

Yeah so I haven't posted in like a day and a thousand years. Right now I'm working on the final piece of work that I have to do before the term is over. I pretty much can't do it. I have to write a faux-paper (i.e. no evidence it's all feeling and ideas) about this horror film class that I took, where my prof really showed only 3 horror films. It was obnoxious and I'm still mad that I didn't get to see people shit their pants to the original The Haunting.

Anyway my hell term is almost over including my class from with "The Professor from Shitheadville." In a strange turn of events I woke up at 9:50 am this morning, usually this would be absurdly early and if possible I would return to my slumber dreaming of assaulting Danes and dealing with ecstasy rolling sisters of roommates that don't exist (the sister not the roommate)however I was suppose to take a final at 9am. After shouting, "Oh, Shit, Oh Fuck, I'm fucked with shit," I threw on the clothes I wore the day before and shoes without socks and proceeded to walk at breakneck speeds to the room we were taking the final in. Due to the wall of my shoe coming through I arrived in front of Prof Cocksucker with bloody feet, bugged-out eyes and bed-headed beard. He allowed me to take an oral later in the day which i passed with flying Cs. My favorite part of the hour I spent with him was when I essentially told him that not only was my High School harder than Drexel but that the art history I did in my European History AP class was better than his class, not in so many words though.

For those that may want to know who the heck I'm talking about--I'll take you down memory lane. essentially it's a double whammy:
WHAMMY 1: I got really into a paper on El Greco. When I got it back I was giving a C, and it had things like when I gave the date of his birth, a comment would says "How do we know this?" I went up to him asking what the fuck he was jabbering on about. He said "Well how do you know this is when he was born?"
"I read it in a book?"
"Books are filled with lies and infallicies."
"What, do you want me to get a birth certificate?"
"No I wanted you to get the info from a great scholar of the painter."
Now in my head while he jibber-jabbered about his day or how he doesn't get to watch his tv shows in the Home, I was thinking. Why the fuck do I care what a bunch of old Bourgeois European faggolas think about El Greco, I'm writing the paper, I know what I like.
When he was done I said, though I don't think he hear d me:
"You want us to right a dissertation in a required class no one wants to take, go fuck yourself!" And I stormed off and looked real sexy doing it, roughly 12 girls offered to blow me as a passed them but they either looked underage or didn't have thick asses.

WHAMMY 2: He made us write a 7 page paper comparing various tales from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales to the paintings we've gone over in the class. These are the reasons why this idea is equivalent to the advise from a retarded 3 year old on how to impregnate a moose (If you dream enough the jizz-faerie comes and hits the cows fefe with a wand!):
1. The Canterbury has nothing to do with Art History
2. The Canterbury Tales was written over a hundred years before the earliest painting we looked at
3. The Canterbury has nothing to do with Art History.

This is the shit that I loathe about professors, it always seems like the ones who teach a required course that you are forced to take but just have no interst in--need to come up with some sort of hair brained extra-curriculum bullshit to make our lives hell.

JUST TEACH THE FUCKIN CLASS!

Anyway here are a two videos that amuse me:

Here's a commersh I worked on while I pulled an all-nighter babbling about Chaucer and paintings. It's not mine, i'm just in it.

Perhaps the single most catchy song of all time. Rich Boy's "Throws Some Ds" JUS' BAH A CA'ILLAKE
By the way these vids worked in preview but Blogger was being an utter shit about it and wouldn't let me embed them.
ENJOY

Updating my life

2007-02-22T16:00:00.000-05:00

Got the new phone set up, all i need is to plug in the numbers. Some point I'll go and get a wall charger too. I got a new version of firefox, and now i have this sexy new theme thats all black and red. The movie is coming along, we're talking about funding and stuff--no new real news on it since the last. We're meeting on saturday.

in the beginning of the year we had time warner cable which was crap but they had a student price of $93 for cable and interent. Then we switched to comcast they said, "More channels, price'll come down." Instead they decided to boost the shit out of our price without really telling us beforehand. It's real fucking lame.I don't have the time to deal witht his bullshit either.

Other than that, there's really nothing going on. We made abunch of retarded videos of us being retarded--it amuses many. I'll see if i can get brosef to send me a copy so I can put it up here.

Update

2007-02-19T13:57:00.000-05:00

So Bwana's blog got "lost" by the blogger people and when I was asked to do a lot of moving I thought that mine was going to go that way too. However I have successful made the move tot he new version of blogger (and remembered my password) and see almost zero change. Other than niftier (though less functional) buttons and front page and this new lables thing below--there's no real change.
Got back into the DVD collecting mindset and picked up The Departed, The Science of Sleep, and The Abyss Special Edition. My collection grows and now I merely await the release of the rest of the best films of 2006 so that I may purchase them.
I watched The Science of Sleep a few nights ago and was mesmorized by the production design and effects and loved the story--till the end. Where I leap up and screamed at my computer screen, "You Fucking Frog! Only a Frenchman would end a movie like that!" However for those who haven't viewed it get on it and check this thing out.
We finally had our meeting on the movie. Chris had to leave and after his departure Faulkner and I crafted a premis and the beginnings of a plot for the project. This could be big or it could be too big for us to actually make. The idea is phenominal and I'm extremely excited for what happens next.
The Roommate issue is finally abated and our good friend Nick Marchione will be living with us next term, howeevr his father understand our plight and will be giving us March Rent! Everyone has been elated and it seems like although this felt like the shortest weekend ever, a lot of great feats were accomplished.
However there's some shitty news, my phone basically stopped working and I paid a $50 fee for them to ship me a new one, my real mission is to somehow get some power into the old so that I can transfer all my numbers and maybe if I can get powered all the way I can get them to try and transfer all the pictures and shit I have on there.

The Superbowl

2007-02-05T01:36:00.000-05:00

Well the superbowlw as real interesting the first half. You had Devin Hester running back a TD in the opening kick off and an absurd amount of turnovers. Then Prince hit and the game was over.

I was in a house filled with guys, from the North and the South--Left and Right Wingers. Filmmakers, Graphic designers, Sports Management Majors, Bio Majors, Engineering Majors and a dude who works for Lockheed Martin; and everyone agreed: This was the best halftime show any of us have ever seen.

I sat and watched as Prince created Performance art onthe single largest American Stage. He did a medley of covers he had a day-glo marching band, he played a solo in silhouette it was as if he was greating a big epic movie for you while he eprformed. he turned that stage into Purple Raain two, editing scenes together for the best emotional reation. Then Payton Manning won the superbowl MVP and we randomly have a cat in my house. It's name is "Coldplay," but you have to pronounce it as if you are the South Philly Italian Plumber "Eddie de Kook."

SOME KID: Hey, what's the Cat's name?
ME: Caowld Plahae, Caowld Plahae. Uh Luv um, luv um.

Jeez

2007-02-02T17:16:00.000-05:00

It's rain out; I locked my keys in my car; I have a million things to do and we're all so busy that no one notices that the world is coming to an end.

Listening to NPR whilst doing all the errands I needed to do today I heard about how:

1. Global Warming is so bad that It will continue for centuries regardless of what we do to change it.

This means that all those eco-concervatives will probably through their hands up in the air and say, "Well if there's nothing we can do then fuck it."

2. An intelligence committee has released a report saying that Iraq isn't in Civil War, in fact a Civil War would be an upgrade.The nation is actually fighting about 4 or so wars in various parts of the country, 2 of which are Civil wars the other two involve insurgents and Al-Quaeda.

Various states are trying to lease their lotteries to the private sector, hoping to complete the total switch to Corpratocracy by the year 2025. I guess I'll be living in the Corporate Republic of Viacom in my later years.

And no one cares it seems.

But I wish that I could actually talk to President Bush face-to-face, man-to-man, and I would say this:

Fuck you. You're acting like an asshole. Just fucking do it. I don't give a fuck about your agenda or if an angel came down from heaven and said unto you "Thou must increase Tax Refunds for Wheat Farmers by .004% in the next Fiscal Quarter."

Just shut the fuck up and fucking fix this. Stop all the emissions causing global warning. Figure out a way to fix Iraq, let there be Stem Cell research and GIVE ME MY MOTHERFUCKING CIVIL LIBERTIES BACK.

And while he stutters like porky pig, dumbfounded that someone actually talk to him like a real fucking kid, I'm gonna give Carl Rove a stone cold stunner--because he should be in jail right now and he's not which is just the Administration not even trying to hide the fact that they don't comply with the laws of this nation anymore.

Bush is going to be like my former roommate Skip, he's like Herpes, every time you think you have it beat another outbreak comes and give you an oozing cold sore.

On another note, the Marvel Civil War event that has been going since last summer is basically commenting on our world metaphorically with the Super Hero Registration Act.

essentially what happens is a group of Superheroes called the New Avengers get a reality show and to get ratings they go after a group of Super villains the fight ends up with a villain called Nitro destroying most of Stamford, Connecticut (good.) killing 600--even worse is that the blast was next to an elementary school. This leads to a big broo-ha-ha where the people ask for a law that requires hooded vigilantes (non-powered Batman types), Super human heroes (Hulk, Spider-Man Etc.) and Mutants (X-Men, who already have to register under the Mutant Registration act) must register with the U.S. Government and give their real names, family, Social Security, Address etc. and they will be regulated by the government--those who register join S.H.I.E.L.D. and hunt those who don't. This comic brilliantly shows the struggle between those who want more security (pro-registration) and those who want more civil liberties (anti-registration). In a brilliant twist Captain America rejects registration and along with Nick Fury (a secret agent with S.H.I.E.L.D.), Dare-Devil and others creates a resistance movement. Whilst Iron Man, Spider Man and Mr. Fantastic are par of the early pro-registration Heroes.

On last nights Scrubs they tried to show the hot button issues of Iraq, etc. tearing the hospital apart--however it seemed out-of-character and poorly done. I think that this Comic Event is actually one of the best political satires on the issues of today I've seen. All from cartoons about guys in spandex.

Not Much To Talk About

2007-01-24T01:12:00.000-05:00

Sorry about like posting in bursts and not having a new post everyday.

Skip finally left after we kick him out. He gave me $80 bucks and told me he'd get the rest to me by the end of the month. Meaning he's disappeared--however some mail came for him today so I'll be calling him tomorrow about the money and hopefully I have enough incentive for him to return. We're using craigslist to find a new roomie--mind you that's where we got skip from. Thus far a mature South Korean girl straight off the boat, a Portuguese girl who most likely is a scam, an out doorsy guy named Paul and a dude named mike have expressed interested. The only legit roomie would have been mike but I called him and he said he already found housing. So if anyone you know is looking for a place in Philly contact me.

Anywho, today's lighting class was good--my lighting stuff I felt was probably the best done in my class--that I saw. The one thing about this kind of major is that you're constantly comparing yourself to your peers. I feel like if I'm not the best then I'm wasting my time and my parents money. Today I started talking to this kid Chris who I had actually been roommates with during orientation. He's a good kid and definitely belongs here. He told me that people actually know me (!!!) in the sense that people actually toss my name around for sound. But the thing about me and sound is that, while I do love doing it--and I'm pretty darn good at it:
1. My passion is lies more in the visual realm of filmmaking.
2. There's no future in it for me, I feel.

See, I figure all the sound guys went to school for audio engineering and would know that stuff inside and out (meanwhile I've taken 1 sound for film and video course). We got to talking about the big Sophomore movie being made, "Pompeii" that I was interested in working o but was pretty much passed over. I was telling him how I wanted to make my own independent project and he did too. Hopefully we'll come up with something grand and shoot it this summer. I have a million and a half ideas its just about narrowing it down to the producible ones (my period piece about Roanoke Island is going to have to wait). I'm thinking of creating a whole different crew of kids who weren't involved with Pompeii and are (in my opinion) very good at what we do.

I don't know I feel like I don't do enough.

On a totally different tangent I was, um, "pondering" a few weeks ago and after watching the entirety of the show "Freaks and Geeks," in a matter of days and thought:

What if there was a product out there that would allow you to enter an alternative universe or reality wher eyou could be something or someone you are not. I've been pretty strident and go-getting for my future, working hard for a chance to realize my dreams down the line--but what if I could open a door and be a stoner in a simpler time. Live a life where I make enough money to be comfortable and just hang out all the time with my friends. Use my leisure money on movies and stuff. I know some might wonder why not make some sort of Universe where you're the Brad Pitt of the world or you're a superhero, I don't really have an answer for that. But now what if you had to choose? I even thought about what the device would be, I thought that it would be triggered by thought, that you could walk up to a solid door and if you thought what the reality would be on the other side the device would create or bring you there as you walked through the doorway.

I can't think of a good way to end this, so, I guess I'll just say: Good bye.

Wacky Weekend, Comics, Gunshots

2007-01-17T23:43:00.000-05:00

Well this weekend was insane because it began with Chris' friends coming down to hang with us. one of those freinds being a full on fox. I had been joking with Chris about hitting on his freind, but then she turned out to be a straight betty. DELISH

The next day we were burnt and bored so I said we should go to whitecastle seeing as how I've never been there. They were all like 1.5 hours away and everyone felt that was excessive. However 15 minutes later everyone was saying how cr00sh of an idea it would be to go to go to Maryland and hang with Paul's bros.

About 45 minutes later we were on the road down to Maryland.

The 24 hours we spent there included:

Shooting Paul's guns into his backyard.

Getting beaten up by a girl.

Not getting any sleep because one dude was acting like a fuckin 8th grade girl.

Being scared to death by the back-ass woods.

Being scared to death of the kids' house.

eating Chinee buffet.

AND MORE!!!!

5 really don't feel like typing anymore, I was gonna talk about comic books but now I grow weery. And a dude was shot like a block away the other day, or mor eit was pretty hectic.

Getting beaten up by a g

Super Fudgin' College Post

2007-01-09T18:19:00.000-05:00

So it seems the motif for my sophomore year at Drexel is Superfluous.

So many of my Professor feel that they need to put their own unique spin on their classes by adding something unnecessary and nonsequitor. It seems to always be teachers that teach a shitty required class too. This term I've got an Art History teacher that wants us to read a portion of the Canterbury Tales and write a paper on it. Why? We're studying proto-Renaissance to about the 19th century. His idea is that we'll get to learn what the mindset was of a person in the 14th century. Who the fuck cares? Do you want to know what a person from the 14th Century is thinking:
"Gee, I hope I don't get the Black Plague. It doesn't really matter because my life expectancy is 32, thus rendering me middle aged at 16. You know what would be great? Literacy."
This isn't old English class this is Art History.

Fuck them I have important shit to do like the thing that is costing $40,000 a year.

I also have this Drawing teacher who had me go out and get sumi ink and brush. I looked down at the list when she gave me it, looked back up at her, squinted at her, and exclaimed, "Hey, you're not Japanese! You're jsut some dirtie Anarcho-Hippie-Punk that went to a school in Washington state that had no grades." I really don't want to draw, let alone spend $108 on shit I'll use only for this class, and during a time that will possibly make me miss the beginning to Heroes and Lost.

This is Introduction to Drawing not WASPy girl claws for culture due to her shame of her own milquetoast Heritage.

This of course builds upon the History Teacher who thought that 20th Century History meant, 20th Century British Women's Rights.

Thank god I'm not in the Department that Graphic Design and the more "fine arts" are in, having to drop absurd amounts of dough on classes taught by fucking Peckerwoods--in the truest sense.

I had Lighting today and it ruled because unlike those other teachers every single thing my teacher told me in the class had a story from him on a job using or bewaring something he was describing. That and film is like a trillion times cooler than Art History and Drawing--it always will because in a sense it's such a blue collar sorta inclusive laborious medium--and everyone gets hard over working class ideas.

Fuck this I'm jsut going to learn how to draw Marvel characters from my new Teacher Professor Stan Lee, he rules he always starts a lesson with "Greetings Heroes," or "Excelsior!" Then I get to leanr how to draw Mr. Fantastic paying his taxes or some shit.

It's 2007

2007-01-01T23:41:00.000-05:00

So this post will be divided into my Personal/Love life and Movies/Comic Books--for once in the history of dudedom one doesn't effect the other.

Personal/Love Life:
So I guess one of my New Year's Resolutions was going to be: "Get More Trim," however before I could even think about New year's my resolution came true. I was with my best Buddy--hopefully he'll get his stuff up on a site and I can put brand spankin' new link right over here------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>
and his sister. Now, I've known both of these kids a majority of my life at this point. We were hangin' out in Downtown Boston drinkin' some Captain and cokes (I went buckwild with a half a fifth in a double gulp gauntlet)and we set off.

Fast Forward a few hours and we're walking back to my car. My friend finds a bike unchained on the street and wants to take it home, he rides up the street when his siter turns to me and gives me "the eyes."

For those of you who've, sadly, never seen "the eyes," they are the dead give away that a biddy wants to get down with you. It's kind of like a smoldering stare that goes right through you. It's filled with lust, and I'm pretty sure that if you stared long enough into them, I'm sure that you can almost see what they want to do to/with you.

We make out a bit but I see my friend coming back to break it off.

Fast Forward to my car. My friend is in the back with my bike and his sister and I are in the front--now mind you his sister is about 3 years older than me (officially today). She starts rummaging around my groinal region and I decide to reciprocate.

So here I am driving with my best friend in the back seat with a random bike he's found on the side of the road--and I'm elbow-deep into his sister in the front.

The funniest part is that I thought he'd catch on if I stopped talking, so we carry on an entire conversation while im didling her. Every now and then, she would stop to moan or groan or lean over to bite my shoulder (which hurt and didn't in anyway turn me on). Finally we get back to their parent's house and while my buddy puts his new bike away she grabs me for a few smooches which he then sorta catches us doing.

This leads to the next day my bro Sparks (who lives at my parent's house and has known, my bud, his sis and myself for msot of his life too) where I'm telling him the story and which he sort of says "Dude...it's (sister's name)." Which I replied "It's not my fault--she gave me the option."

Fast Forward to a new years party I'm at with them and my friends says, "Hey (sister's name) is your new year's resolution to not be sluty when you drink anymore."

and she turned and looked him straight in the eye and said, "no."

I WIN FOREVER.

Comic Books and Movies.

Saw Night at the Musuem it was a lot funnier than I thought it would be--but I went mostly because Carla Gugino is sofa king hot (I apologize readers, if I was on my computer I would post screen captures of her scene in Sin City).

However the Big Gun flick I saw was Children of Men, the movie is entirely shot with handhelds and steadicams in a documentary style. The future they create is forbodng and utterly despairing but it is a world that was really thought out. Little things in the film like the smog created by the huge amount of industrial centers sprung up due to the closing of britain's borders, got the shit out of me. The action sequences are mesmerizing and harrowing due to the style. It makes you feel like you're there with them and every bullet or explosion makes you want to duck for cover. In a sense it's the Other Nativity Story. This is definitely one of the best movies of the year.

I read the rest of Batman: Year One and The Dark Knight Returns today. While BY1 is a superior story to Batman Begins (its film adaptation and probably the best super hero movie made), the epic DKR was the one that grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go all day. This novel is on par with the masterpieces of the genre such as V for Vendetta or The Watchmen. It essentially takes place in the eighties but Batman/Bruce Wayne is much, much older (in his 50s-60s) and Commissioner Gordan is about to retire. The Acerbic Tongue of the satire tears Society, Pop Culture, Government (specifically Ronald Reagan who is depicted in American Flag Suits and some sort of American Flag Scooter), the Cold War, the Media and anything else in it's way a part. The Right, the Left, the Center and Superman are openly mocked throughout the novel. I concider this piece literature, and hopefully one day someone will recognize Frank Miller and Allen Moore (writer of V for Vendetta, the Watchmen, From Hell, the League of Extroardinary Gentleman--the list goes on)as such. This is Batman at his best--rush out now and purchase this one.

The one problem about taking a break from the Age of Apocalypse series(X-Men) for my Batman sjourn is that when you comeback you see the difference between a true writer like Frank Miller (or Allen Moore, or Neil Gaimen for that matter) and the rest of the comic world. Miller's style is reminiscent of the great contemporary writer's that get their names kicked around these blogs--while the guys doing X-Men (though X-Men is by far some of the best writing in comics) is still-comicy--but im still enthralled by the Age of Apocalypse and want to see what happens after the X-Men Alpha im currently reading.

Oh and I hit on my cousin's 16 year old friend--I'm going to hell.

Hey Hey Hey

2006-12-22T12:17:00.000-05:00

So kudos to slyboots for the cr00sh comments on the last post.
In responce to her and the blog in general, we're going to have a meeting when we get back and I'm going to tell the others that, it is my opinion that we tell Skip that he has a month to find a new place--and have the female come and spend a weekend with us to see if she would work in the house dynamic.

New post:

So I've kinda gotten into coic books recently. I had spent the last year reading all the big graphic novels: the Watchmen, V for Vendetta, Sin City, etc.

But this month my friend Andy showed me this program that you can use to read comics with--which i then used to read another graphic novel by Frank Miller: 300.

Now I'm a handful of issues deep into the X-Men Age of Apocalypse stuff. But I also went to the local comic shop and got me a back issue of Batman and a grab box. See, New England Comics has these things called Grab Boxes which have 50 comics inside. You pay 9.50 if it's an indy (i.e. non DC or Marvel) box or 12 if it's a Marvel Box--there's also a vertigo Box (the Graphic Novel and more mature comic division of DC). SO I've been checking these out as of late.

However in more bloggy news, I've been reading Craig Ferguson's (yeah the guy on the Late Late Show who used to be Mr. Wick on the Drew Carey Show) novel "Between the Bridge and the River." And honestly, he's one of the best authors I've read in a while. He's sort of like a cross between Irvine Welsh and Neil Gaimen. The novel is insane and almost impossible to describe but it is also better than most of the shit that get's jocked on these gorram blogs. So I say, if you got a friend who likes to read--or who doesn't normally but would enjoy this clin d'oeil go out there an get it for 'em, it only costs like 10 bucks on amazon.

OH, so I finished my basic film project and I'll try to get that up on youtube--and oh my loyal readers--you shall be the first that I'll link it to.

Anyway, I don't have much more to talk about so I'll bid you adieu.

at this point you ahve to wonder if there is even an ability for this to take off

2006-12-18T00:01:00.000-05:00

I don't know why I can't just update this thing everyday or whatever. Maybe then I could have more than like the two cool people who read this thing comment and stuff. But I don't know--when my life is exciting I'm too busy being exciting to write on this and when I do have time my life is boring. Well I've spent most of my time back for break under the influence, watching a movie or both. Concidering the fact that one of my only readers is my dad, and I am, in fact, in his house right now makes me re-think typing this. This part of break sucks because no one else is on break and so I basically spend my days fucking around and watching tv or the x files on my comp or trying to read. which sounds nice but I need my bros to get out of school so I can see them.

My other roommates are coming around to my point of view on the Skip situation. Our roommate (he'll be known as Skip Tango here) is out of college and currently unemployed. The deal with Skip is that he's a great guy with a really funny dry sense of humor--but he's also a cocksucker. He owed me first months rent for like 2 months and one time when I was making sure he was giving me my money he gave me some lip. He's real fucking lucky that I didn't knock him out that night; he also hasn't had a job since the midterm election; frequently bought absurd amounts of pot instead of paying people their money; has used every roomates computer without asking them and entered their room without them being home; was a dick one night when we had company over and he had no excuse to act the way he did and finally I was told today by Paul that this happened:

Paul's laying in bed waiting for his Mom to come and pick him up, Paul hears Skip come up to his roo, and open the door, Skip sees Paul there and just turns around and goes back to the living room. Paul then goes out to ask Skip why he came into his room, Skip gave him some sort of bullshit about wanting to go to the back yard (we live in Mantua and our backyard is like 5 x 5 piece of grass by a parking lot for a fucking shitty apartment complex where at least 4 people have been shot while we've been here, there's a door that leads directly to it through Paul's room, we keep this locked in triplicate--skip has never been in the backyard and if he did want to go there he could have gone around the side of the house from the front) Paul is convinced that Skip just wanted to look through his shit. I said "My x-box and tv are still there, do you think he's been playing my shit?" Paul said, "Probably."

I've been talking about kicking him out for months now. Most of the house didn't have a problem at the time and he was still bringing checks in on time. Brosef has had two different graphic design student friends of his want to live with us: one is a kid that is over all the time 'cause he's a commuter, the other is a girl--quite an attractive girl. Here's the pros and cons of the girl:

Pros:
1. She's hot
2. She has a nice ass
3. She would bring hot girls into our house
4. She would bring a different female thought pattern to the house
5. She isn't a shitty pothead who uses other people's computers
6. She would force us to clean more often due to 2,3 and 4
7. She's chiller than most
8. She already pays way more in the apartment she lives in now and thus can definitely pay for rent
9. We'd share a bathroom and one day I might accidentally see her naked in the shower

con€s:
1. She might think we're gross
2. Her freinds might think we're gross
3. Those of us not in a relationship probably wouldn't be able to be ourselves around her.
4. If, say, Paul and I both like her this could lead to competition and fighting
5. She might hear me jerkin it to internet porn.
6. She might bring shitty dudes to our house
7. She and I would share a bathroom and there could be any number of reasons for me to be embarassed
8. She might totally not get our humor and the way we act and think we suck and then tell her hot friends that we suck and this then spreads like a virus

Tell me what you think, and comment on the post.

Finally

2006-12-04T17:43:00.000-05:00

My computer is fixed, set back up and I'm rocking out wicked hard to Valient Thorr rightnow. That's pretty much it, I basically have finished a bunch of shit I had to do and am nearing the end of my work this term and thus christmas break--weird it feels like just yesterday chris and I were moving in.

10 minutes till class

2006-12-01T11:54:00.000-05:00

I'm inbetween classes and want to give you guys a great post about my Shoot last night or as I call it Basic Film Project #2 shoot: Murphy's Law. I think littlerally everything went wrong on this one, and yet I still think the final product will be great. However I have to go tot he bathroom and I have class now in about 8 minutes. I will try to come back and tell you what went down.

I don't forgive, and I dont--forget

2006-11-24T17:55:00.000-05:00

So I've seen a movie every full day i've been home. Tuesday was Borat, Wedensday was The Departed, last night was The fountain and tonight shall be Tenacious D: In the Pick of destiny.

controversial Statement: The Opening lines of The Departed: "20 years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job we had the presidency--may he rest in peace. see, what the niggers never understood was, No one's going to give it to ya, you have to go out and take it."

I think that's the problem a lot of people have especially from my generation. Years of your parents doing your laundry to only doing errands if your parents came with you has made a lot of kid sy age non-competative and needing soeone else to do things.

At the same rate baring the shades of gray complications of the stateent I think this is th eblac communitity's problem. Too many times inner-city kids count themselves out before they even do anything. Think they wont get a job before they even go to the place for an application.

just food for thought. Oh and the foundation is amazing fuck the critics

My links finally work!

2006-11-16T13:40:00.000-05:00

so if you comment on this shindig, guess what you get a link right over there --->

So last night was wicked funny, and here's why:

The second floor bathroom is a wreck, the sink doesn't really drain because the hole plugging device's mechanics don't work. Also the toilet clogs rough 4-5 times a week. Usually Brosef or Mello try to fix it themselves, and in the last resort they come to me because, I always unclog it. Now in my experience, sometimes if there is a clog or what have you and you leave it, you can come and flush it because it will ahve figured it self out. I tried this.

This was a horrid msitake, because it didn't figure itself out--it didn't stay in the bowl either. And this was shit water.

Trying not to panic I thien plunge the fuck out of the bad boyu and get it unclogged. Rather than having the normal response peopel do when shit water is overflowing all over your bathroom floor and dripping down to the floor below, be bursted out laughing harder than we have perhaps all year. This was seriously one of the funniest things to happen yet. Which was nice because there had been a very loud, very close gunshot about 10-20 minutes earlier (this nearly ruined our session of watching an installment of Cathouse 2 on HBO)

First I try to soak up the asswater with a towel. Then I use a lysol soap scum remover--LOL. Finally I went nuclear, I got my boats (the boots that are so big that I have to register them with the harbor master, yet this si a story for another day) And pick up the powder bleach and go buck wild with it. It's fucking everywhere, then I get a sponge mop thing that I didn't even know we hd and started going to to town. Then we used andother towel to wipe that up. The smeel was reminiscent of my Jager adventure.

Having had sweet belly laughs at our plight we all went to bed for it was 3 am.

In unrelaed news I want my computer back so bad becuase I am currently sweeting off about 30 pounds in the sauna that is the basic editing lab and really the entire media arts department as a whole.

Sorry guys

2006-11-14T12:10:00.000-05:00

My comp was in death throes and is now in the computer hospital. I have some other interesting ideas o share with you but first let me share with you this video:

It's very interesting, i don't know if it's senility or some form of alzheimer's--or perhaps it's all those years of partying catching up to him--but certainly there is a definite decline in his speech.

In more neighborhood related news, I had one of the scariest nights yet last Thursday which I may or may not go into detail later.

Fuck it.

There was a gunshot. Then several more. I went outside a few minutes later and the PPD (a Patty Wagon, a fw cruisers and officers on foot) were scanning our neighborhood. They came upon two of my neighbors and some other dudes and asked them to sit on our steps that we share with our neighbors. Apparently on eof the dudes on our very steps was searched and they found a gun on him. They then proceeded to calm him down. There were two upperclass looking dudes there too, who might have been trying to scare local dealers. I didn't sleep well that night and had my 9:00 am class the next day. which I through my clothes ona nd ran to. I then proceeded to watch "Children Underground," a documentary about Ceausescu born children living in a post-Ceasescu Train station in Bucharest. It was perhaps the msot depressing thing I've eevr seen. However what was worse was that because there was little to no levity to break the despair, you wanted to cry in the beginning but by the middle you were desensatized to not even care when a 14 year old girl is stomped by a grown man--or anything else that happens. After that I ran into a huge amount of problems trying to schedule my classes (I still haden't eaten all day) msotly due ot lack of computer. Finally I finished everythig and go to a lunch truck, trying to get some food. I think I have $5 but it's in my otherbag.

The Lunch cart people let me have the food anyway. And it's this very kind gesture that saved this day. I was in the middle of a shitstorm and these people--who clearly can't afford to throw away money on the onor of strangers helped me out, without even thinking. This is when I saw that for everything that happens in my neighborhood or in documentaries there is a fundamental kindness in people, whether it's the lunch truck woman taking an IOU for money, or the head of my program rying to fiigure out how to salvage my schedule for next quarter despite all the things she has to do.

I jsut think we need to excerise this instinct. We need to cultivate ou kindness and generoucity. Say hello to someone, even though you're busy and live in amajor city. help someone out without any sort of reembursement.

migth as well write about it

2006-10-24T00:02:00.000-04:00

so i didnt want to say anythingbut like a couple of weeks ago I woke up and got my shit together--just like usual. But I had to go to class. So i bike down 33rd and there was all this police tape up around the apartment building tow doors down from my house. There were also a shit ton of cop cars. Now I figured someone got killed and went on m way.

I was right. Now, for soem reason being like "some kid prolly got knifed i his car the other night," and seei ng the story about how some guy was stabbed to death in his car down the less than a 100 feet form where oyu slept last night are two different things.

It's a really weird concept. Someone was killed right by you while you slept.

I've been reminded of this becuase today I was wlaking back from class and there was police tape up covering 33rd, at the intersection of 33rd and spring garden (aka the ghetto border, or the maginot line). And immediately i said, "fuck me not again." however it was jsut a car accidnet that was cleaned up by the time I got up there.

This whole thing was because I was reading some girl's blog about how broning finchley is. HAHA, how little western europeans know about the hardlife.

just a link

2006-10-20T02:10:00.000-04:00

http://www.thatvideosite.com/video/3463

this guy may have figured out how they made stonehenge. PLus read the entry I wrote before this though---it's a doosey

Wanna knock one out real quick

2006-10-19T15:48:00.000-04:00

So I've been on this bend of like doom/drone and post-rock and stuff. less like extreme music thats more beautiful and what have you. However after listening to Fuck the Facts (Montreal's best grindcore band) and Built Upon Frustration--i understand that there will always be a place in my heart for music that makes me want to tear another human being apart with my bare heands.

The Fag (sic) Fotball game went horribly. The game ended due to mercy ruling because we were down 21-0. I was great on the line and mercilous on D, 2 interseptions, about 5 tackles and 1 deflection. However other han the Chamillionaire's Club Crew (Paul, Brosef, myself) our team was terrible and acting like fucking douchebags. There's a possibility that we may all leave the team but I want to still play it out.

Tonight I'm going to some haunted house gig instead of the suicide girls tour. Scares over pasty covered nipples. Why am I not depressd? In the last few weeks I've seenenough titties to last me till Friday or saturday.

The exterminator came yesterday and we've already gotten like 6 or 7 mice. Last night one of them got caught on his back and I had to put it out of it's misery. It's the first time I've actively killed a mammal. It's weird to take the life of another thing and then dig it's grave. We give them all names and tombstones with something funyn written on it. However the two I had to dispose of this morning were buried without a stone or cross.

I think I have become more metal than ever before. That and I frighten people on the field because I get all the anger in my out, out there, and use it agaist the other team. I almost knocked some kid out with a block yesterday. Basically if it wasn't for Brosef's inspired play--I'd be team MVP.

Subject: Predicate

2006-10-17T17:45:00.000-04:00

Wow, I haven't written shit. I guess I'm out of the loop on a lot of blogworthy news, and I think my blogs about my roomies and I getting fucked up would wear thin. First off, LOL at the whole North Korea shindig. I love how Bush even acknowledges how he is acting in total contrast to how he did with Iraq, despite the fact that not only do the Koreans actually have weapons--but would be much more of a fight in a war. FUCKING FLIP FLOPPER! Oh jesus, the world is falling apart. However there are 300 million people int his country right now and approxamtely 8 of them vote and 150 of them have the ability to remmeber things for more than 25 minutes.

Frankly I'm too busy smooching girls and writing my number on their stomachs.

For fuck's sake, Rich franklin isn't even the Middleweight Champ of UFC anymore--what are we coming too?

Here's something to write about: My history professor (for 20th century European hsitory) has a phd in British History, cool. Howver she is real big on suffragettes, ok. Except today instead of talking about how Europe went from this free west to having only a few democracies left--we talked about some actress named Ellen soemthing or other who also called herself Nell...The Whole Class. She was talking about how this woman was a British Symbol of how they feared modernity and wanted to return to Ellen's time.

P.S. Prof, i could give a fuck how she signed her name. Rememebr how there was a fucking war between England and Ireland for the freedom of the Irish island? No let's skip over Michael collins and Dail and talk about how sometimes she signed her name Nellen because that would show she was Nell and Ellen or she was covering up for.. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'm sick of this Woemn Right's horseshit. My teacher trying to convince me that some women were scared or killed making munitions in some facotry during WWI is suppose to be as bad as the Sommes? Get a fucking clue. 100 women over the entirety of the war =/= the MILLIONS OF MEN WHO DIED FROM BEING MOWED DOWN BY MACHINE GUNS, DROWNED WITH GAS OR TORN APART/EVISCERATED BY ARTILELRY. "They had respitory problems, headaches and eyes sight problems of the ned of the day and they're skin would turn yellow...their hair red." You think living in a fucking hole with rats, lice, feces and dead brothers isn't going to affect tyou after the war? No one fucking cares--this class has 10 weeks to get the history of 20th century europe in there. That means talking about the fucking history of 20th century Europe, which really doesn't have too many plot points for rich, white, english women. This is ridiculous.

Taking this blog awya from tucker max and toward soemthing else

2006-10-03T00:41:00.000-04:00

While there has been more debauchery I want to talk about something else. Handguns. While there hadn't been much craziness when we first moved to the 600th block of 33rd st. Other than one time when a bunch of kid who hang at the corner across the street were almost arrested (handcuffed, int he cruiser and then let go)--things have changed recently. for one the sirens have become almsot constant--the other day was especially bad, smoke was int he air the day had sirens for hours and even a squadcar flying dow our street the wrong way. But while I'm used to the wail of sirens--i'm not used to this:

A few days ago we were chillin' on our porch with a dude who lives down the street on the 500 blcok who sells water ice out front with his mom. For those not from the PHila Tri-State region Water Ice is like Italian Ice. Anyway, we were talking about all sorts of shit--mind you this is jsut after we had watched a bunch of crackheads coming past us to the 700 block (we live on the border of the 600 and 700 block)and behind this apartment building to ge tteir shit. Back tot he story, we were talking to the guy who was telling us how his son was shot 13 times down the street by the barber shop, when we hear:

CLAP

CLAP

And then a few kids running up the street laughing. The dude says "Those were gunshots, I'm goin' down th estreet."
We went inside. Later we confirmed that there was no bodies. btu it shook us up. Yesterday my roomie Brosef said he heard a shot. And today, not an half hour ago I heard somemore shots.

The idea that kdis younger than me have loaded weapons and jokingly shoot them. Is no fun.

But I watched "Drop Dead Fred" Today so it's cool.

Finally We Have the Internet

2006-09-25T23:07:00.000-04:00

So many stories to tell, but the problem is that when one of your biggest readers is your dad--it's hard to tell the crazy college stories. So Bwana TURN AWAY.

A few weeks ago I had a brilliant idea. I had turned 20 years a week or two ago and decided I should really celebrate, by doing 20 shots of Jagarmeister. Having already done a few shots of the Jager a week or ago I tried out a technique that a girl from our friend's house suggested--mixing it with mountain dew. It was great because it cut the burnt and lessoned the black liquorice taste--by a lot. However the tragic flaw it created was that I could put these shots away fast and with ease. At about shot 15 I turned to my roomies and said "This was a very bad idea." When I had finally put down shot number 20 it realized that I had drank basically a bottle of Jager in roughly 45 minutes. That's one of the last things I remember--fast forward a bit and our roomie Skip Tango aka Matt returned from work I talked to him but it was like I was in a Tony Scott movie. He was spinning, shaking and I think somehow life got triple exposed. After that I don't remember what happened. However I've been told that we went outside ont he porch and I was being to loud, I got down to the sidewalka nd fell face first into our "garden" then I somehow nearly passed out on the street when my other roomie (who too was drunk as fuck) tried to get me up, this is when I pulled him onto me and started laughing hysterically. (NOTE: I remember almost nothing after 10:47 that night I have been filled in on the events that unfolded up to my crashing in my bed at 1 something.) I got back on the porch and seemed like I was going to vomit. HOLD THAT THOUGHT, Othe rfunny things that happened that night involved Brosef. Brosef decided he was going to jump down a flight of our rickety stairs. He pussied out but not before he smacked his head into a nail and had his head bleed for awhile. BACK TO ME, I get brought up to the bathroom and procede to vomit like it's a currency that's trade rate jsut boomed. I vomit EVERYWHERE--whole slices of bread come out (I ate bread because I knew 20 shots need to be soaked, LOL) I am covered in vomit, (NOTE: I HAVE A SNAPSHOT MEMORY OF ME VOMITING) and am lying in most likely a puddle on the floor. The guys tell me to get in to the shower, which is running water from the tub faucet. I ROLL UP AND OVER THE TUB (maybe a foot and ahalf two feet tall) WITHOUT THE USE OF MY ARMS AND HANDS AND BEGIN DRINKING WATER OUT OF THE FAUCET. (Because water gets rid of hangovers, LOL) I am now showering vomit off me fully clothed (NOTE: I have a memory of this but it is merely a snap shot) After this I some how amble myself up to my room take off my gross clothes, put on a not-so fresh pair of clothes and crash. I wake up the next mornign feelign fine and proceed to try to piece together the evening with my roomies and Lippman.

Good story, bad series of events.

The next story, is worse--especially if you're Bwana. So I might save it, let's say it involves, meeting my cousins for the first time after dirnking the potion--freshman nipple and illegal substances.

Sorry for the Delay

2006-09-11T13:33:00.000-04:00

We still don't have internet and though I have been stealing it as of late, it's very fickle and fleeting to say the least. What's happened, well our house's plumbing is fucked and our basement floods whenever we use water for more than mere seconds it seems. The plumber is coming today. We were having a party on saturday and jsut as kid started coming to the house I found out that half of our basment was a wading pool.

Brosef moved in yesterday, his mom helped him move, we'd say things like "Hello, Brosef's mom," and she'd say "Who the hell is Brosef?"

Yesterday we were gonna go grocery shopping, went way down to south philly, couldn't find the acme and jsut went to a bbq joint, had tall as shit beers and a giant platetr of MEAT. We fuckign destroyed that thing and went home.

Brosef and I wanted to go to the pool at our school and go diving but they wouldn't le tus, so I had to do pussy-fucking laps. I think Tea is coming tuesday and, with all of my reader's prayers, I can trick her into getting intimate with me, and if I figure it out I might post pictures on this nonsensical site. hopefully I'll think or do something more entertaining for you guys in the next post. But right now you've got this; and I promise that when we get the internet you'll be more posts--believe me as a fan of a certain photoblog site that never updates I feel your pain.

D-Beat Mania

2006-09-05T15:50:00.000-04:00

So it's raining like God Philly, must be that shitty accent. The streets flooded and there was like a fuckign river i had to get throw to get here. seeing how a road bike can't go throw 3 in. deep water i had to walk through it. I'm soaked but i got to talk to the equipment room bosses, and i got a job offer from IC but i had to reject it becuase a lot of shit is happening tomorrow and I can't get to Princeton, Nj before 8 am. Continued to talking to the COusins, they want to come and hang out at the house. I dropped some subtle hints like "If you're driving here I'll send you directions. Or if you're taing SEPTA I'll pick you up aty 30th St. Station." Hopefully they get that that means "I live in the opposite of Mountain Top, you cn't walk around here by yourself."

Yeah the black folk who live with me seem to be split between Baptist/AME and Muslim. I've seen everything from colorful head raps, to weird long masks for a bby girl to a like near burka shindig. But it's weird for me to like see a woman in a head scare to yell "Mali! Get yo' ass over here foo'." Instead of saying "Dirka-Dirka, allah, muhammad, jihad." (if you don't understand that that's a joke stop reading this site now. Preferably by death).

On the home front Chris and I had "The Potion" (151 proof rum and coke) and stumbled over to 43rd and Blatimore to see friends. Then crawled back with a 12 pack of yeungling. What a delicious beer--it tastes like a German Import. We talked to the trash guys today about getting a recycling bin and we have to go to the Heart of Darkness and looks Kurtz in the eye t get it apparently. I'm thinking of getting a crack team of ex navy seals and marines to get me over to the place, i believe it's 51 and race. Yeah it gets worse as the numbers go up. Anyway I have to bike back to Wayne Manor.

LATER ON!

Sorry for the delay ESNaholics

2006-09-04T13:18:00.000-04:00

So there was this whole thing where grandpa wasn't looking good, one of my housemates bailed on me and I had to put up an ad on craigslist and all this other rigamarole. Anywho I'm in Philly now and updating form the Basic Editing Lab, oooooooooo. We wont be getting the internet till the 21st. Well the neighborhood is friendly but it's like I live in an episode of The Wire that's been edited for network tv. So many drug deals on The corners. But hey that's their journey. It's also weird when you and your roomies are the only honkies/crackers/peckerwoods/white devils for a several block radius. The previous tenants were scumbags, they got brand new carpeting and basically didn't clean--once, at all. If you walk on the floors your feet turn black. A cleaning crew is coming on wedensday so that'll be good. Oh and all the craiglist people we thought would live with us bailed on us too. It's weird not having tv or the internet. But right now it's only chris and I because the other dudes haven't moved in yet. So basically we either play video games, watch the neighbor ood or play video games. Apparently i have two hot cousins going to school around here too. I contacted them and hopefully they'll want to talk and hang out--so I can keep an eye on them. They're 2nd cousins but i'm still not trying to hit on them, you pervy readers (what do I expect you read my shit.) Oh and I turned 20 on saturday. I spent it building book cases and dealing with my mom and sister. But we had a lovely dinner and i think chris and i opened the booze, i took it easy because i had to take the fam to the airport the next day but chris hadn't drank in a while and used the porcelien telephone to call ralph. Some kids are visiting us this week and that but other than this here's really not much to report to you, my reader. so um....

/END TRANSMISSION/

Books, Bokes, Boobs and DEATHMETAL \m/ (oo)\m/

2006-08-21T23:54:00.000-04:00

Well today I rode my bike from Norwood to Cabridge (17-18 miles of deadly hills) to chill with dad at MIT. My grandfather (who will be turning 96 this december) hasn't been feeling good lately and if there is any chnage in the way he does things it instantly becomes a fore-shadower of his death to my family. I still am sick so I was surpirsed that I could do the intense ride, I stopped more often than I usually do but all-in-all I was fine. I've been reading my former Sophomore year English teacher's books lately "Losing my Faculties" and "It Takes a Worried Man," th eformer I finished last week in which he writes aout his first 8 or so years of teahcing, the latter his first book, is about his emotions and thoughts during his late-wife's chemotherapy. "Losing my Faculties" actually ends with him getting ready to teach at my school and today while I caught "the OH in Ohio" they used my high school as an establishing shot for one of the character's High Schools where they teach. It was a bizarre moment. This isn't the first time I've seen my school, a WB show about a kid going back to his freshman year, in Newton,MA in the 80s used my school for establishers too.

It's rough reading "It Takes a Worried Man," now because ultimately my junior year Mr. Halpin left y school an dI believe teaching when his wife died. Not only that I am (and this is no way similar to his situation) faced with losing yet another grandparent that I hardly knew. I felt that my grandmother died thinking I was a good-for-nothing little shit. My other grandfather died with me really having talked to him maybe a few times. Now I have this incredibly wise man with this great life who has lived with me for 5 years and who I really don't converse with. I mean, you go up to an old man you're related to and say, "Hey grandpa, tell me everything you've learned in life." It's fucking hard to do. I mean I've tried a few times, but he talks to you sort of like a retarded 7 year old. I asked him some in depth questions about The War, and he opened with, "Well there was this guy Hitler, see." and I'm sitting there trying not to be too sarcastic and snotty saying, "Yeah really, a guy named Hitler huh? Yeah I'm sure I've never heard the most infamous name in modern history." He did tell me that it is very important who you marry though. I don't know, life isn't the movies, Grandpa doesn't drop pearls of wisedom like a fortune cookie he just does his thing--and I'm a shitty self-absorbed pussy.

I'm downloading an absurd amount of musi people yousendit-ed me. And I just canceled an album I had d/led at 99% because i'm retarted. I'm not on my computer and these little speakers make a weird feedback thing go on in my ears. Listening to like grindy,noisy shit is not awesome with this effect.

I need to get laid...

Sick Boy

2006-08-17T16:54:00.000-04:00

I'm sick and trying to recover for tomorrow's shindig at Ben's house. Today I had Nostalgiapaoolza and listened to Sepultura's "Roots" the Unrestrained.net Compilation CD and my old Band Strangled With A Halo's "Thus, I Never Existed..." Unrestrained.net was a music reviewing site that the aforementioned Ben and I started in 7th grade, which then changed focus and became defenestratedzine.com in 8th or so. Listening back on the old band, some of our songs were really good--the later stuff. And the part that I'll always regret was that I wrote the best shit after we recorded. You ever wonder why sometimes the moment you start getting good and really start making it a bit, everything falls apart?

Here's something I thought of, now, I've never been a drug user--never interested me--that and I was straight edge for 4 and a half years. But after reading that some kid up in Maine got arrest for having a bunch of plants I thought my opinion should be made public. Now I must admit some DJ on WBCN or WAAF I think said this like 5 years back or so, but I concur.

Whta they should do is make government-run Pharmacy-esque places. Where people can come in and buy any type of currently illegal drug. However their purchase are tracked and in the case of things like Heroin, amount they get becomes smaller and smaller. This gets rid of the street crime that comes along with dope dealing. Also you would make using no-longer illegal--these two things would probably decrease our prison population by 50-75% or more. I think I read that somewhere between 10-20% of the US population is behind bars. And it's due to our backwards thinking on drugs.

Hanged

2006-08-16T02:09:00.000-04:00

Recovering from Monday night's introduction to Evan Williams, the shitty generic version of Jack Daniels--I laid low today. Not much happened, I downloaded the first four episodes of "Weeds'" second season. Some of you may be asking yourself,"Didn't the season kick off on Monday night?" Yeah but, that's how I roll. Good show, check it out if you can. THen tonight I watched this Sci-Fi Channel show "Who Wants to Be A Super Hero," what a LOLocaust this thing was. All these random kids dressed up as superheroes competeing for something that has to do with Stan Lee, I don't know if he's actually going to give them powers or if he's gonna make a comic book out of them, or maybe it's just an elaborate joke on his part. Great special effects on this one *rolls eyes at the speed of light*.

Caught an English film "Love + Hate." What the fuck are you lime rickeys doing over there? Basically this film makes it seem that there's only like 3 families in this city because everyone of them is somehow interconnected with the other one. But basically it's a Romeo and Juliet story where there's the bigoted white limey faggy kid, and the smokin' hot Pakistani girl--then there's the girl's kinda nuts Brother and she's with this slutty-hot girl who reminds me of this other girl I know. Slutty girl talks like she's speaking swahili with marbles in her mouth, half the time I was like, "Speak fucking English you Tea-Honkey."

But on a serious note, coming from a guy who's currently wooing an Indian girl. What the fuck?Pakistani and Indian people are the minorities you hate? Really? It's so random, it'd be like if I was like "Fuck this I'm sick and tired of Ecuadorians and Panamanians, god!" See that's your problem England, you need to mix--because let's face it, you're oe of the ugliest goram people on this Earth, *shudders thinking about British women* One funny scene is when after the limey fag's faggy racist bro beats up the Pakistani girl's father, the brother and his crew come after the Beeb-watching racist knuckleheads with baseball bats from--where? I didn't even know that you guys knew what baseball was. Sorry this is sounding like a Bwana post but it was on my mind.

LATER ON!

I guess an interrogation with a Natural Light Lamp is just not the same

2006-08-11T23:39:00.000-04:00

Here's the deal, if you post comments on these entries and say that
"I'm a genius," "Hysterical," or whatever atleast 5 or 6 times, you get a plug on this site.

El Charulastra won my heart, and bought himself a link. That means just from massaging my ego he gets a .00000000873% growth in readership on his blog. These are the kind of numbers I can give you people.

Speaking of video games freezing on you just when you've done the imposible. I was playing ESPN's Baseball 2k5 or whatever the fuck it's called and I hit two, count 'em, TWO, grand slams with none other than the batmaster himself, David Ortiz in the WORLD SERIES and the fucking game froze, not after the first grand slam, not the second--BUT AS SOON AS I WON THE FUCKING GAME. KRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! It makes me want to slaughter the fuckin nerdy Asians who create this game and have a fever dream of masturbating on their corpses and watching even numbered episodes of Ellen Degeneres' sitcom.

Now some of you may be saying to yourselves,"It's just a game chum, what's the deal." FUCK YOU, YOU SWEATER-ON-SHOULDER-WEARING POLE SMOKER. I recently realized that I have an anger problem, not with things like traffic or relationships or money, or alcoholism--but only when it comes to video games. Just ask Bwana about how Madden '98 made me put my foot and fist throw my wall--and no not one of those pussy dry walls, I'm talking a wall that's insulated--one that keeps you from the outside. Then I fixed the fucker and it seems that Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and 2kflagrant foul enducing faggol 5 are making me slowly crack it. The other day I smashed my fist in a fit of rage into a nubile, virile, virgin of territory of said wall and realized I was fractions of an inch from putting it into a nail. I told Brigitte this that day and she gave me one of those looks, FUCKING CHICK YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHO HITS A HOMER RUN OFF A CHANGEUP AROUND THE KNEES--WHO THE FUCK IS ERGAY FURCAL?!

In other news I was sent the wrong DVD, by some thrid party cat on Amazon,"Ultimate Edition Stargate" DVD but merely recieved the original DVD release with nada for Special Features.

However I did receive my copy of "Cannibal Women of the Avocado Jungle of Death," which is honestly one of the best satirical comedies of all time. I'M DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS. Buy it off some knucklehead for $3.47 it's totally worth every secondd an there's sweet bewbs in the beginning.

I really have nothing to say

2006-08-11T00:21:00.000-04:00

But I'm sure all three of my readers are chomping at the bit for my next piece of gold. Here's a thought:

The fact that it cost me nearly $40 to fill my tank makes me want to run down Newbury Street headbutting shoppers until I concuss myself into a coma.

Helped Brigitte find a place here in boston, she cracks me up--she's like an uber hippy. Every once in awhile I'd be like, "There's a place in Hyde Park that has kfc, Taco bell and pizza hut in ONE these" And she'd try to sell me on, "You know they have these videos that investigate the kitchens in those places and it shows how disgusting they are." And I'd give her a blank stare and say, "That's the point." Or he'd say something like "You have a strong stomach 'cause you watch all those gore movies, maybe you should check out the videos of the inside of a slaughterhosue." and i would retort with "That's propaganda." "No it'snot." "yeah it is Brig, it is edited to aswage my opinion on a matter with not entirely true facts, and PETA is the largest group of shitheads outside of the GOP."

Fucking PETA, oh they make me so mad! How can you be against seeing eye dogs? Did you eat lead paint when you were akid. Fucking PETA, PETA is an organization entirely made up of white, suburban trust fund kids who don't understand that there are people out there dying and starving whilst they try to stop canaries being used in coal mines. The most LOLworthy thing is that they take so many animals off shelters' hands that they're killing them now. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

If i was in the same room as the founder of PETA I would laugh at her furiously twilst I blopped her in the head with the Femur of a Giraffe. But then she'd send her dopey Hollywood goons, and Cambridgite hitmen after me.

I smell a new video game...

Quicky

2006-08-05T20:57:00.000-04:00

Been hella busy. The other day I heard that the French and ourselves were forming some Peackekeeping coalition to stop the Hezbollah-Isreal conflict. Yeah the French help now, you baguette-eating shitheads. Darfur continues to happen yet this is where your support goes.

Back in High School former news Anchor for channel 4 and BHS parent Liz Walker came to my school with footage from darfur, she urged us to call upon our Congressional and Senatorial leaders to help get something done over there. We had open mics for questions so I went up:

Me: "Ya know it'd be great to send a ton of troops over there and just stop this, but we already have two wars going on in Iraq and Afghanistan, not to mention Peacekeepers in the former Yugoslavia, Haiti and other nations that you've probably forgotten about. But I do know of two places wher there's a bunch of troops just hanging around: Germany and France. See France has always said that 'They have this great connection with the Arab world,' and how 'They've been trading with them since the 1400s.' How about for the first time Germany and France and the rest of Western Europe give condemning us a break for a second or two and put their money where their mouth is? Britain can sit this one out, 'cause they've been working overtime with us."
Liz Walker:...

The truth is that if there is a genocide of some form going on, there's only one country that could save you : The U.S. of Fuckin' A. We have been part of the relief effort of countless acts of total Inhumanity (Holocaust, Cambodia, Bosnia and Kosovo) while Western Europe sits in their Castles and yells at us for being "Imperialist pigs." Cambridgians and other hippies alike never agree with me but, what the fuck do they know, nothing fuck them.

And I understand Germany, everyone gets real antsy when they have any Nationalism, they couldn't even have a good time uniting for their country when the World Cup was in Germany. I figure they're going to wait until everyone from that generation dies and then they can stop pretending to be French.

But the deal with this conflict is this:

France: Oh shit, the fucking zionist bagel-eating jews are destroy our meal tickets' country, we'll I guess we'll help those camel jovkey, towel headed brown bastards.
Some Guy: What about Darfur?
France: What waste valueable whites on darkies? :Stereotypical French Laugh: Now quickly let's not work.

The Fact is is that the French government and hell culture has been extremely biggoted for years. Just look at the headscarf ban, they just didn't want jews and muslims in their public schools.

This isn't to say that I wouldn't play a little "pickle-tickle" with Audrey Tatou, I'd just force her to say that The Wu-Tang Clan's "Enter the 36 Chambers" is a contemporary classic and that "Yentl" was a great film.

Now hate mail me away in the comments. I'm going to hang out with Geno and Carlo in Dorchester.

Love is Like a Heatwave

2006-08-02T10:46:00.000-04:00

Been doing some house shopping getting the various wares necessary for the Phila House: Plates, Glasses, Silverware, furniture, etc. We went over to Ikea, it was nuckin' futs over there. A trillion people all lookin at furniture that's everywhere and there's like this path we all take (like cattle), however there are also shortcuts to different areas and restraunts too. It was intense. Never before have I seen so many people, so excited to be looking at a piece of furniture called Kyrikesfargesgagen.

What's in the news, oh yes Fidel is dying or something and his brother and a team will rule Cuba next. My bros and I were watching the news and they were showing how the news of Fidel's ailing health led to an impromptu celebration in Miami, I turned to my bro and said "Yeah that's 'cause they're all the criminals he deported here." And my friend chuckled and said "Fidel put me in jail for killing my family, I hate communism!" Fidel's brother was his right hand man and is described as "ruthless," yes American news corp (that's corp not corporation)this is great news, now we've got Vlad part II in Cuba, fun, fun, fun.

Oh number of people sleeping in my house last night: 8

Blog Begats Blog

2006-07-28T18:38:00.000-04:00

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!

2006-07-27T19:40:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-27T01:06:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-26T14:50:00.001-04:00

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?

2006-07-26T14:24:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-25T16:16:00.000-04:00

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?

2006-07-24T14:57:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-24T02:01:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-24T01:37:00.000-04:00

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?