You know, stuff

I like the haircut.

2007-06-08T19:38:00.000-07:00

Sigh and hmpf!

grr and stuff

This wasn't supposed to happen

2007-01-22T20:17:00.000-08:00

It seems that our journey has come to an end. There is nothing more to see here. Please return to your normally scheduled life. If you need to contact me. I'll be here.

2006-08-10T08:53:00.000-07:00

Many moons ago, well twelve-ish to be truthful, a message came to me through the ether. A question. I possessed the answer, but with the answering dead eyes opened. Strange forces spurred me to action. It set a course to follow. Long and winding, and frequently obscured by demons and chaotic forces. I follow it still.

It could have been any day, but today I remember.

In other news Plymouth gin. yes

same as always

2006-05-23T11:06:00.000-07:00

Serious business

2006-05-16T11:37:00.000-07:00

These booze gnomes.

a new

2006-05-12T13:39:00.000-07:00

an insidious form of escapism im sure. But I assure you my time zone is THE place to be. It's fluid at laughs at clocks.

uhhhh yes

2006-05-08T15:48:00.000-07:00

In other news i scored a sweet appartment, but paying the deposit + rent is going to empty my bank account.. GAH.

i feel

2006-05-05T19:25:00.000-07:00

nothing like that really.

the power of juniper compells you

2006-05-02T08:24:00.000-07:00

So I woke up with the taste of a floral arrangement in my mouth the other day. Nothing quite like a gin overdose the night before. The ill feeling is slightly worse than a whiskey hangover. But at least you aren’t as likely to stun small rodents with your breath. People may wonder if you just drank some perfume, or perhaps ate a bouquet, but at least there is some leeway for creative excuses available at that point. New age diets and stuff. Making out witha herbivore, I dunno. i’m not gonna do everything for you people.

Although I have developed a sick appreciation for morning whiskey breath and coffee. The inhaling of the aroma and the exhaling of booze vapors makes for an outstanding interplay in your mouth. it’s almost like I’m cheating at work. except for the feeling like poo part, I highly recommend it.

I saw Thank You for Smoking. I give it the me version of thumbs up, so something along the lines of it was pretty good. If you are at all a fan of a good dialogue driven movie, (which you should be! damnit) this movie is worth getting off the internet for. Unless of course, you have found some choice goodies. In which case start the download and go see the movie.

yarr

2006-04-25T17:47:00.000-07:00

errr something

2006-04-24T14:22:00.000-07:00

With the coming of the warmer weather, festive ideas and notions come trickling into my decrepit brainium. (promptly discarded because they involve getting the hell out of bed.) New clothing, new drinks, new things to do. These are all potential things. Granted the “festive” weather, and I use that in the loosest of senses, makes me think of more suitable, possibly even light drinks. To that end, I decided it was nigh time to get me some gin. Now, all I need is a diet tonic water that doesn’t cause cancer in lab rats, (and taste like pure ASS, might I add). Good god, why on earth saccharine? Get with the times. So since the diet is out, and straight gin is… difficult at best. I have to settle for making gin and tonics of truly demented proportions. Like ohhh 3:1 gin to tonic or so. Good times. I’ll have to experiment with splenda and whip up a Tom Collins of the manual variety. Oh I got Bombay, non sapphire. Not my favorite- for that hunt down Leyden or Van Gogh. Those are win in my book.

I think im destined for martini’s but fuck, bourbon is an expensive enough addiction, adding martinis is just begging for financial pain.

Soon though I can look forward to nearly frozen vodka straight up. Wooo

So soon enough I may be drinking… OUTSIDE! EEEEEK. Well at least till it gets evil hot and I start getting attacked by fucking bees.

RE: lack of doodles. Meh tough titties. They’ll be back or not.

Wabbit Season

2006-04-17T07:44:00.000-07:00

So the jesus is back or somesuch. Meh. A raving catholic i am not. As far as rituals to celebrate the coming of spring easter and lent seem really depressing. The thoughts of bunnies laying eggs is much more amusing, not to mention all the other carnal celebrations of other more interesting heathen religions.

MAYBE i'd be more into it, if i could eat the proliferation of candies without killing myself. But it is not to be. So i celebrated in my own way. With porn and bourbon. and cartoons after. Someday when the populace worships me as a god, it will become a fine and honored tradition. Just watch. Until then i guess i'm just a godless bastard.

Also god bless looney toons. Clearly Daffy > all. Bugs has his moments, but by and large he's pretty much an ass. Daffy now, well- woo hoo whoo whoo hoo!

let me out

2006-04-14T09:46:00.000-07:00

The beginning of my morning was something like that. Now the day has progressed admirably...

work boo

2006-04-11T08:27:00.002-07:00

Back to the grind. Or the tedium at any rate, now that my awesome ideas have no giggly eyes to read them, the place IS the personification of ennui. C’est la fucking vie, non?

Oh well I heartily endorse SLiTHER. It is good for the soul. I enjoyed it, SOBER EVEN. That’s gotta count for something.

St. Louis, the place may suck, but there are at least 2 good people there. /wave

shit fuck damn

2006-04-05T09:06:00.000-07:00

Christ i need a drink, or some horse tranqs or something. :(

somethin something

2006-04-04T07:50:00.000-07:00

The pictures explains the lateness, well and laziness and moping. Yeah that about covers it.

my plans are better than your plans

2006-03-31T16:20:00.000-08:00

Quite a day, in depth study of the potential uses of a certain citrus fruit. Bold unexplored territory. It petered out from unfortunate negativity, but we forge ahead. Anticipate new and unexpected avenues of exploration.

Also, best damn gnome ever.

Stop everything

2006-03-29T08:41:00.000-08:00

It was like getting punched in the brain. Heck of a good time.

don't be jealous

2006-03-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

" Because they were squirrels; real squirrels. (And there were thousands) This isn't some kind of metaphor. Goddamn this is real."

-Shellac, The Squirrel Song.

A family of nervous rodents have taken up residence in my brain. Normally this would be slightly worrying. Rodents? Brain? Not normally two thoughts that inspire peace and calm when placed side by side. However, the situation is compounded by their anxiety. You see, the squirrels... well they believe that there are voices in their heads. Voices which, as luck would have it, want to talk to me.

So there are LAYERS to this craziness. Now i get along fine with rodents, think they are cute in fact. With the big gnawy teeth and the chubby cheeks. Nocturnal, quiet, fuzzy- what's not to like? Yeah yeah, rabies, plague, etc. All bad PR i tell you. So i have insane rodents. In my skull. They are trying desperately to communicate with me, but alas, fuck if i can understand the little bastards.

Perhaps they will start to act out little pantomimes. Shadow plays from the depths of my brain. Sleazy tales of drunken lust and epic tributes to walnuts. Will there be leading men? Should i applaud? What is the protocol here anyway?

A better question is why didn't the voices cut out the middle man? Are these strange directives too terrible for the human mind? Is the squirrel brain more in tune to the echoes from space? A quirk of biology? A matter of linguistics? Are squeaks and chitters a better means of conveyance? Are there subtleties there that can help decipher the message. Is it the key to unlocking a terrible secret?

Or are the voices just drunk and fucking with me? I don't know, and likely never will, so until then I'm going to sit back and watch the play. The curtain is rising, and look! I think the one who is stuffing his cheek pouches is a bad guy.

It's like watching Nature

2006-03-24T08:02:00.000-08:00

But filmed by a visionary beyond human recognition. See the comments below for the clue bat, if this is more WTF than normal.

For the record my brain has still not returned. Also i make one hell of a tasty tuna sannich.

up there.

2006-03-22T12:46:00.000-08:00

Out in the vaccuum.

post post birthday.

2006-03-20T17:32:00.000-08:00

And I require more Vodaka, and more hot action, and more sleep and and. Ahhh fooey.

So the weekend was spent something like this. Take 1 part mope. Choose from the following:

Sleep and lots of it. Too much in fact
Booze - lots of booze, don't fence me in.
Movies- Blue Velvet (wooo yah) and V for Vendetta.

Shake until unstable mass is formed then chill nicely.

shenanigans

2006-03-17T13:40:00.000-08:00

Yes post birthday hijinks for all! F work. The belvedere flows, the brain gets floopy and stuff!

Day of Doom

2006-03-16T08:54:00.000-08:00

nurr

basically

2006-03-15T15:52:00.000-08:00

This is semi accurate guage of how my day works. Repeat as neccessary.

goodies for me

2006-03-13T09:14:00.000-08:00

Somebody got some new noise music, was it you? If not, go hide in the shame hole. Merzbow owns your brain, and my brain- which I’m told is more valuable than most.

I picked up Sphere – noise with percussion. Let that sink in a little bit. Discordant humming and groaning, with a rhythm. Fan fucking-tastic. I’m pretty sure that he played one of these tracks in Chicago when I saw him, if not more. Such good stuff, actually not that much of the shrieking ear doom like Whitehouse, and of course no stream of obscenities either. Which is good and bad, but different music for different moods… Also acquired: Frog. I’ve played it a few times, but my habit of playing music while doing other things means I really can’t give a solid impression of it yet. But it has such pretty colorful frogs on the packaging, and it’s 2 cd’s. WIN.

Also snapped up on the latest binge: more Aphex Twin, Mira Calix, and Don Caballero.

idiot radar

2006-03-10T09:07:00.000-08:00

Now with warning bells and whistles.

oh so close

2006-03-09T12:00:00.000-08:00

And yet...

something to work on

2006-03-08T12:51:00.000-08:00

say hello

2006-03-07T12:41:00.000-08:00

Don't show any fear. He may hump you mercilessly.

weekend luv

2006-03-06T08:00:00.000-08:00

Guess what kinda movies i saw this weekend...

Let me just say that Tatsuya Nakadai is the man. That is all.

I need to

2006-03-03T13:34:00.000-08:00

Their methods might seem strange and perhaps unsafe to some, but the psychoboozetherapists show remarkable results. Side effects include vomiting, bloating, weightgain, and unconciousness. Ahhh blessed unconciousness.

Special thanks to the HAWT one for caption assistance.

witty title?

2006-03-01T10:56:00.000-08:00

The seasons are changing and that giant ball of fire in the sky is beginning to reassert itself. Rise up people. Don't take that shit.

Weekend? What weekend

2006-02-27T13:58:00.000-08:00

"Productive" weekend, at least in terms of actually getting the hell out of my house. Despite my best efforts to rot in my room and not spend the precious monies, there I was in a bar, drinking some fancy pants drinks, eating steak and about to go see a movie.

Could have been worse, the hot date might have actually wanted to go out the night before. Blessings in mysterious directions, or something. Granted I made up for that somewhat with a alcohol purchase for home use. Beam RYE! Yes. YES. Best 16 bux man can buy, I’m pretty sure.

ALSO, goddamn Fat Tire Ale, at Binny’s. FUCK YEAH. I have to thank my dear friends who live in that shithole known as St. Louis for introducing me to that beer. I now have a fun new thing to drink. Granted it’s a little on the pricey side, but nowhere near as bad as Delirium Tremens or other Belgian ales. Granted this is just Belgian styled beer, but still well worth the ~4 bux for a bottle. Hopefully they’ll bring that shit over in cases so some serious action can occur.

Yeah so movie… I saw Nightwatch. I knew, the theatre going population of America was filled with idiots, but every now and again, you get reminded in particularly poignant ways. While purchasing tickets, the vendor offered this choice warning.

You know this movie is in Russian right?
Yep.
Oh, well if you know about this movie you must know it is in Russian, but some guy earlier demanded his money back because it wasn’t in English.

Wow, to this day I absolutely DO NOT GET people who can’t deal with subtitles. Are you that fucking lazy? Can you not read? If you can’t… how the hell did you hear about this movie? Which to my knowledge has only been advertised on the internet (requires reading) or perhaps you saw a write up in the paper (yep reading). And if you read ANYTHING at all about the movie, you’d know it was well from Russia.

Now don’t give me any shit about dubbing the movie either, or I will just shoot you in the face.

With that out of the way, the movie was quite good actually. I’m too lazy to research and verify facts so this is what I read somewhere or other. This was a huge hit in Russia and the second movie is on its way over here already with the third being filmed over there currently. I’m not sure if this is adapted from a novel series or what, but it has a very strong novel narrative structure. Briefly there are humans and Others who run the gamut from witches to vampires on the evil side, and healers and seers on the good side. In antiquity there was a huge war between the good and evil factions, but it was a stalemate; so rather than kill themselves pointlessly the 2 leaders agreed to peace. The treaty dictated that all the Others would choose which side they would align with. It also led to a police force on each side. The good side police are the nightwatch, the evil side has the daywatch.

There are rules and procedures to maintain balance, but each side is secretly trying to get a prophecy to swing their way.

Our protagonist is a seer of the nightwatch, who drinks blood to get into the mindset of the vampires he hunts. He has a special flashlight as a weapon, and is actually rather weak. He has no combat abilities to speak of, just intuition and glimpses of the future. He has some backup in the form of some shapeshifters, and a partner who is an owl.

Stuff happens and narratives cross paths, eventually he has to save Moscow before a curse gets out of hand and starts the final battle between good and evil.

I don’t feel like spoiling the plot beyond that, so I’ll just say that I’m looking forward to the second movie. This was easily better than Underworld, and may become a bit of a sleeper hit. It is very much like a blockbuster of old, before Matrix style special effects, and over reliance on CG became par for the course. The writing is good, though I can’t comment on the faithfulness of the subtitles.

I’d see it again. Take that as you will.

Place your bets.

2006-02-24T11:45:00.000-08:00

I'm rooting for the abnormally sized rabbit personally.

Send the children to bed

2006-02-23T08:04:00.000-08:00

Their delicate senses will be torn asunder by WICKEDNESS and devious ideas only just barely fit for human consumption. HOORAY for first rate A++ pervyness.

yes

2006-02-22T08:19:00.000-08:00

It floats on a book? pizza box? Crudely rendered carpet? Who can say. Will the gnome be jealous. Will the lemur be a force of good or EVIL? dun dun dun.

yeah

2006-02-20T08:31:00.000-08:00

Something like that... Maybe both

sigh

2006-02-17T08:36:00.000-08:00

I can't help but think this is punishment for being booze free for a whole week. Well most of it anyway. 3 days@! Stupid body I'm trying to be good to you. That's it, tonight you will pay!

Teh sick

2006-02-16T08:17:00.000-08:00

Spent yesterday sleepin and sucking on soup. Still not awesome better, but when am I normally? That's right. Anyway... They were rather sedate weasels, content to nap and excrete. Still their presence was unmistakeable.

Go go

2006-02-14T06:23:00.000-08:00

Corporate created hollidays. The genesis of the day may be questionable, but the concept is in the right place. There is a mutual dislike of the color pink, so I've tried to make it suck as little as humanly possible.

Anyway, Happy VD* The drunken gumpiness will return shortly.

*Not the itchy pants kind

weekender

2006-02-13T12:29:00.000-08:00

That about sums up my weekend. Drinking! And not all in my room either. Out and about! Places to go and stuff.

I think I was exhaling pure alcohol fumes this morning. Strangely I felt perky and awake. The coffee and alcohol flavored breath kept me amused for much longer than it should have.
Poison of note for the weekend was Sazerac Rye Whiskey. That's a mean one. Hell of a kick, a little on the harsh side.

No movies were seen. BOOO.
I hear the olympics are on or something. Shrug.

Then

2006-02-09T14:03:00.000-08:00

There was a weird kind of humm, then what can only be described as a brutal SPLORP noise. This popped out of my head.

A terrible thing

2006-02-08T11:49:00.000-08:00

This is easily one of the top 5 horrible things that can happen to a person. Sometimes our expectations get so wound up into our being that reality can have a chilling effect. The situation above is pure TRAGEDY.

You can avoid sleepless nights and untold grief.

Order pie before dinner.
Know your coffees! Superior coffee... is not.
Have a backup plan.
If all else fails, hit the booze and cry yourself to sleep.

shall we continue?

2006-02-06T12:45:00.000-08:00

Not that he was all super fun and socially agreeable all of the time. He was my co-worker and now he is gone, thus the job becomes that much more tedious. Only 2 compelling reasons to come to work now.

I once scared a roomate of mine by launching into into a happy pants / sad pants fit for a good 15 minutes. Once he was reasonably sure that i hadn't lost my mind, (other story entirely he found it quite amusing. Sadly, I cannot remember which of my pants were happy and which pair was lamentably sad. I fear those pants have passed into the land of threads and rags.

Happy pants! This post is for you.

ho hum

2006-02-03T13:44:00.000-08:00

Hey look, I drewed something!

But i kinda like my...

2006-02-01T13:28:00.000-08:00

I was this close to going home an exhausted, dehydrated, pantless man yesterday. True Story.

Get to it!

2006-01-30T09:20:00.000-08:00

I'm waiting. You people need to get on this. Right NOW

Impatience.

2006-01-27T09:49:00.000-08:00

Yes, yes... It's been a slow week. Bite me.

Slack--

2006-01-24T11:48:00.000-08:00

This has gone on long enough, it is time…. Update! Movies, booze, romance! The works. And nary an untruth in there too, what is the world coming to? Are the auspices of the prince of lies growing dim? Hmmm, let us consult the augurs. Throw your chicken bones and gaze deeply into the nasty sludge left from your Turkish coffee. Mysterious times are afoot, and we are here to reveal their ghastly presence.

A segue; how devious. Why thank you. Too kind. First up, pairing for the finest date movie of…. last Friday, we have Underworld: Evolution. (You know, the sequel…) Vampires and werewolves and boobies, OH MY! Those of you who missed the fantastic goofiness of the first (for shame!) should go see it pronto, because this movie takes place literally right after the end of the first movie. Mr. Smarmy greaseball vampire with the bad accent gets his ass kicked right after the Elder Vampire wakes up. The werewolf blood having given him batwings that can be used as pokey sticks to great effect. Think praying mantis arms, with wings… sometimes. So he’s a hybrid, because as we all know, being a creepy purple/black dude with fangs makes you a badass. And he flies around reading minds through blood drinking, and other sundry and various feats of badassery in order to go free his brother, who is the eldest werewolf. BIG WHITE WOLF guy, who um, is cranky and froths. Though I suppose being stuffed in a box for a few centuries would certainly make one cranky. So he makes some noise, and creates armies of other cranky growly people. That seems to be about the extent of his schtick.

As is the bad way to die du jour, he gets his jaw pulled off. Owie. It was slightly more amusing seeing a giant monkey do it to a dinosaur though. What we need is monkey vs. werewolf, yess…., but I digress.

The action sequences are much better this time around. There is still a preponderance of shooting, and gun action, which seems to be a silly way to go if you are undead, but c’est la vie. Way less goth posing with horrible accuracy and wasting tons of bullets. The finale ends with helicopter rotor. Obvious? Oh yes, but still very gratifying. The hybrid boyfriend gets to jump around and tear things in half. And have the sex. The sex in this case would seem to involve violating a stomach, go go softcore porn shenanigans.

Odds are there will be another sequel, at least that’s what the closing voiceover would lead us to believe. All in all this movie was at least as good as the first movie, perhaps even a little better. The pacing and special effects aren’t QUITE as bad, though unfortunately the main werewolf guy looks life a leftover costume from the HOWLING. I await the third movie with the hope that it is at least as good as this one.

On the Saturday, booze! Got suckered into seeing a movie I wasn’t super keen on seeing. Colin Farrell rubs me 12 different kinds of the wrong way. Still, I was sneakily given a ticket and fooled into paying for it. To erect a wall against possible suck of a grand scale, I called in my old ally Beam. Ah Beam, for such a cheap good time, you sure are a reliable ally. The liver, sedated and bewildered fought bravely, but I think I gave it something to think about for awhile.

So this movie is an orgy for the eyes, a cinematographer’s wetdream of the prairie. There is a plot, a romance, and some native troubles in early colonial America. In the same token there IS some dialogue. Both of these are bold and sketchy. They exist to bring us to new locations to film, and give a flow to the editing and scenery changes. The primary dialogue is through voiceover. Chunks of the native dialogue are left un-translated or subtitled; the actual words are useless information, no more than mere notes in the soundtrack.

The eventual capture and “civilization” of Pocahontas eventually brings a somber note to the pastoral landscapes. No longer do we see boundless hills and rivers, but instead mud and squalor in the settler’s fort. Eventually she settles agrees to marry a rather sedate Christian Bale, still sporting the beard last seen in the beginning of the Batman movie. They move into a cottage somewhere and settle into a routine of life on the farm. A child is born, and familial life blossoms. However she is still the princess of the Indian tribe, and she is invited to England for a royal audience. While there she is finally able to resolve her feelings for Farrell, and she makes a final commitment to Bale she passes away. Bale returns to America with their child and the movie ends.

It is long, and slow, and dreamy. It is truly excellent. Part of me wishes there was a stronger narrative, and a more gripping action, but that would destroy the dream.

So how bout that weather eh?

2006-01-19T09:02:00.000-08:00

45 degrees today my ass. Still cold as those japanese monkey nuts. You know the ones that stay in the hotsprings so they dont turn into popsicles... Yeah, those guys, it was cold like that. Not as bad as yesterday, which was unspeakable. Let us not speak of that day.

This needs to happen.

2006-01-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

Screw the oil pots. I want to open a nice bourbon and be greeted with to something like this.

No, consuming the booze and hallucinating this does NOT count.

Daigakusei desuka, so desune

2006-01-17T11:41:00.000-08:00

I'll do my best, what with the temtping and all.

May your semester be fabulous and exciting. My brain will melt at the sight of the fine photos, and we will gain a newfound understanding of that silly moon speak, nihongo.

Seems like a reasonable trade to me

2006-01-16T13:58:00.000-08:00

mmmmmmmrmrmrmrm

2006-01-13T11:12:00.000-08:00

So she has settled into a routine of incredible sloth, which is pesky, but not such a bad idea. Ahh well it is a good time of the year for such a thing, the incredibly mild weather not withstanding.

I watched one of the earliest Roman Polanski movies earlier this week. Laziness and spite have kept the update from manifesting itself with fire and brimstone. That happens when I put these things up. Really! It's a pain to get that out of your clothes too, let me tell you.
Also, I was lent a most excellent book, that kept me busy for 2 whole days. For this I am eternally grateful. My tolerance for crap books has worn painfully thin. "My Dark Places" by James Ellroy, was the book in question, and it was quite an ride. This was perhaps the first "non-fiction" book i've ever read. Welll it is the only one I can remember anyway. Stupid brain. Quite a gripping narrative overlaid on the authors life. Obviously these things took place, but the prose is fictional? Hmmm The concept of non fictional writing is somewhat alien to me. Much like how a documentary can easily fall out of neutrality, the very act of creating a narrative places subtle guides as to how we should interpret various "facts." Word choice, sentence structure, punctuation can influence the reader.

Regardless, it was gripping and gritty in a very dragnet sort of way; and like i said my tolerance is low, and i still devoured the book. You can consider this a recommendation.

So back to the movie: "Knife in the Water." Tense, dark, uncomfortable. A couple pick up a hitchhiker and take him on a boat ride. Simple enough, what transpires between the man and the young hitchhiker is a near lethal power struggle. Each tries to assert his ego and power over the other. The Man is arrogant and egotistical. He acts as the captain of his boat and quickly orders the young man around. As he explains life on a boat, he tells stories of how he learned to sail. His teacher was also merciless and cruel.

The power struggle takes place with words and attitudes, glances here and there, disdainful laughter. Throughout the movie, you have this gnawing unease that terrible violence will break out at any moment. It only gets more intense when the hitchhiker reveals the large knife that he carries around to cut through bush when hiking around. A massive blade slides out of the black handle, like a vertical switchblade. *Schlik*

As the tension mounts, the knife makes more and more appearances, and is used in ways that hint at more violence. Cutting, the games where you stab between your fingers rapidly, thrown at a cutting board. After running aground, and a storm, the 3 people settle in for the night. The woman and the young man aren't able to sleep and get an early start fixing the sails after the nights accident. The man wakes up from their noises and grabs the knife from the cutting board where it was thrown the night before. He puts it in his bathrobe pocket and goes up on the deck. Repairs and nearly finished and the young man is ready to leave, after being put through the ordeal the day before. He wonders where his knife is, the man answers that it is in his pocket. The young man would like it back, but the older man teases him with the knife. Heolding it threateningly, he tosses it at the mast thinking it will stick like the cutting board. It bounces off, and slides into the water. The young man order the older man to jump in after it, he is greeted only with laughter. He attempts to punch the old man, but is dodged. He tries again, and gets knocked off the boat. The young man said earlier that he couldn't swim, so the woman is frantic that he will drown. The old man is confident that he can swim, but the woman swims over to where he fell in. The man drops anchor and swims over to help as she cannot find him. There is a buoy nearby and they think he must be holding onto it. They swim around but do not see him hinding underwater. They both swim back to the boat and argue about whether they should call the police. The old man is frustrated at the idea and jumps off and swims away in disgust.

We see the young man finally surface and swim back to the boat. The woman is alone and crying. He climbs on board shivering in his clothes. They have an affair. And she drops him off on the way back to the dock. She meets up with the old man and they get in the car and drive away. She tells him that the boy was alive, and that she cheated on him with the boy. The old man is so confident in his version of reality that he doesn't believe her. He is going to drive to the police station. The film ends at a fork in the road, with the car in the middle. The man cannot make up his mind. He ultimately was defeated by the young man.

The movie, was black and white. It had an incredible jazz soundtrack, and was shot in a manner that reminded me very strongly of any number of creeepy Bergman films. It was fantastic.

YAAAAWN

2006-01-10T13:33:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, sometimes... Life just calls for a nap.

Seething disappointment.

2006-01-09T09:36:00.000-08:00

Even non reality conspires against me.

Heavens!

2006-01-07T21:46:00.000-08:00

I see what you are doing; you bastard liver... You have no right to do this. I have no business being in this state. I am... sober. Painfully so. Never again will I underestimate your meddling influence. What the fuck... I mean really. Given the consumption of this night. How could this happen? What have I done to deserve this? Where is the blessed fogginess of the mind that i long for? It is a lost cause, but as the hour of the wolf approaches, I jump once more into the fray. May scotch take you direct to hell. Save me, save me...

So i saw "Memoirs of a Geisha" this evening. I am tired and lazy, therefore this review will be very succint and to the point.

Needs boobies

Yes, i think that would be a fair assesment of the film. I mean it was really quite fine. Nothing outstanding, but neither was it hopelessly sappy. Still it was, perhaps predictable and hopelessly romantic. Ultimately i think it was created for mass consumption, and it shows. Fluffy, but not repulsive. For a meatier and ultimately more Japanese view on geisha life i would recommmend "Sisters of the Gion" instead. Set in relatively more modern times, it still packs a much greater emotional wallop.

Music of the moment:

Mira Calix - oneoneone

I have finally taken a renewed interest in music after many years of self retreat, wherein all I did was backfill my collection of music that I already had a vested interest in. However feeling alive again for the first time in half a decade is a perfect reason to indulge in expanded horizons of all types. So once more into the fray with music.

Much do i owe to SomaFM and their various stations. Exposure to many and varied electronic bands have led to my recent infatuation with the Boards of Canada who are without a doubt, gods walking among us. But this post is not about them, although they have a tenous relation via a remix on the above album.

My first exposure to Mira was via the "Extreme Music from Women" tour/album hosted by Whitehouse. I had the excellent fortune to see them at their Chicago show, and while I was too busy getting drunk with Peter Sotos to pay attention to whether she was at the show or not, I did buy the album. Her song "Too slim for suicide" quickly latched onto my subconcious with its skittering insectoid beat. I had meant to buy her album for years, and indeed I had the chance to buy the vinyl during the years i worked at a record show. Not owning a record player, well i regret that to this day, my vinyl sits unplayed and sullen on my shelf even now. Anyway my dark days soon arrived and my interest in most things dried up soon after.

Fast forward some time, new drugs, new people, new computer, a real job, iTunes. Blah blah blah. Free time and disposable income leads to a day of shopping, and this album is purchased.
The standout song, imo, "sparrow" is a low, grumbly orgasm. Sinuous and dirty it writhes and groans its way through a vast cavernous space. Visions of dark mystic rituals performed by subterranean beasts pulse through the brain. Bass beats sound like enormous drums echoing off cave walls while blind reptiles bob their heads in rhythmn.

Other songs conjure vivid mental dis-associations with the Legendary Pink Dots. Stange orchestrations with depressing vibes yearn for the voice of Ka-spel. In much the same way as the Tear Garden was an incredible fusion of Skinny Puppy and the Pink Dots, this music cries out for a side project.

I could not, if asked, classify this music. It occupies the negative space between techno and noise, and that place is nirvana to me.

DooDle!

2006-01-06T11:46:00.000-08:00

I am that much closer to death. Wooo!

rejoiceulations

2006-01-05T19:04:00.000-08:00

And so the end of the first post holliday work week draws to an end. I had a beer tonight, and it was good. After the abuses of the weekend, my self imposed break restored some much needed stability to my stomach and i'm suure that friggin liver took this opportunity to regain some strength.

FUCKER.

Still it hasn't been all peach vodka and cream (kaching! i think i just invented a tasty). For example: mother of god i am TIRED. Getting up at the ungodly hour to sleep for another hour on the train there is probably not the best of ideas. But fuck, it is in the AM.

AM is BAD

Frankly, i think it is a hysterical sequence of baby dropping, inbreeding, and freak chemical imbalances that create those most alien of people. Morning people. The thought makes me want to hire bodyguards and kill them with fire. Fire blessed by the pope, used by the fighting Jesus for his morning smoke, and produced by the burning stuff of nightmares.

Yeah, so back to tired. State of, is me currently. As in now. But the muse said it was time to update and so i have pushed the rabid weasels into a different corner of the brain, and am scraping the meager follicles of mirth vigorously to give -3 people who read this something to laugh at.

Tonight I watched television. And ate some chicken pot pie. The television was poor, the pie good. We here, we like pie. Pie with meat, pie with fruit. Fruit AND meat i would not recommend. Tomatoes do not count, assclown. Pie with chocolate goo, or lemony eggy gel. Here at the place where effort is a bad word. PIE. PIE is good.

There is a doodle. It is not here now. In the future, where death waits, the doodle is there too. I am heading in that direction. You bastards will have to wait. As I think I will take a nap first.

and now, Japan... you have so much to teach us.

(´・ω・)つ(・(・Kneading tits

May you all burn in hell with me at work tomorrow.

And the death toll of the hollidays rings

2006-01-03T11:08:00.000-08:00

Bong! Bong, the last of the days of slack has evaporated and while the prospects of rejoing a "normal" sleeping schedule are... well not tempting in the least, i fear i have no choice in the matter. Still the hollidays are over, my liver is still with me I think. May the days of boredom and solitude be naught but the remembrance of a hangover and doing laundry.

All dressed up and nowhere to go.

2005-12-31T22:26:00.000-08:00

That would be the the defining statement of this, the last day of 2005. I am wearing the fancy pants and hell the rest of the ensemble. Its not often you'll find me in a suit, but i do rather enjoy spiffing up sometimes. Besides- now is the time for writing and i believe that dressing the part is a crucial element to this charade.

Therefore I am in a grey pinstripe suit. I have a bottle of an excellent scotch, the time for lesser drinks is over. This is for real real time. Not for play play. The cider that i drank earlier just served to kickstart the liver. Cursed thing. I'll make you pay, you and your backstabbing pancreas friend.

My friends have utterly failed to entertain me this evening, as usual. The options for action are rather lamentable:

Drink- Yep
Masturbate- sure did
TV- ermmm uhhhmm meh
Sleep- Well eventually sure. WE DO LIEKS THE SLEEP
Clean Room- you must be joking
This thing. That I'm doing right now. Awww crap bored already...

Still these pants are nice. Whats that? Well ok just for a bit. *rub rub* Silly pants.

I had such incredible plans for a movie review... Sadly They didn't work out. The booze... well I drank it all and although I was at the correct level of nega-sobriety, my best friend laziness called me a bitch and planted my ass firmly on the couch for the rest of the night.

What follows now, is something that well... If it works I deserve some sort of medal. I am going to mentally go back in time and try to recreate my drunken state. HOW?! How will i achieve this incredible feat? My friend, the answer is right in front of us. Each and everyone has this capability. But it takes years of training. Dedication. Strict avoidance of the bad things.

And so it begins.

To be perfectly honest, I am extremely out of practice with any sort of real critical thinking. The long years free from college have caused an pleasant amount of atrophy to occur.

So franklyI'm not entirely sure WTF this movie is really about. I suspect that it is an allegory about the struggles that France as a coutnry went through in the 60's. Not being a history buff, I am unable to talk nicely about the timing of the troubles in Algeria, and social unrest in France in general.

I DO know that one of the driving forces of the French new Wave was a strong need to politicise and make relevant cinema in a larger socail context.

Working backwards in time. I found that this movie could have easily been a Altman film. The now, almost trademark technique of overlapping dialogue, perhaps owes a nod to this film. As we Cléo throughout our picturesque tours of Paris, we are almost bombarded by numerous dialogues. The majority of which express horror or sadness at the situation in Africa. She is, of course, oblivious to it all.

The very beginning of the movie reveals the outline of the narrative. A blond woman, a star. An illness, death and or rebirth, a new young love. Through these broad strokes, we follow Cléo. Learning of her coming "death" she worries. Will she become ugly? It will be ok, as long as she doesn't lose her beauty. She meets up with her assistant and a café afterwards, and begins to have a breakdown. Her friend, defines Cléo for us. She is a good person, but like a baby. She needs to be taken care of.

The movie then takes us along as spectators as she grows out of babyhood and begins to accept responsibility for her own life. This parallels the growing military presence in Algeria, until finally at the end of the movie, she has accepted her fate, and makes a concious decision to find out her fate. Along the way, she meets the young love fortold in the beginning. He is obviously a soldier on his way to Algeria, and he has only a short while before he must leave.

Thus the director attempts to bring together the foreground narrative, and the metaphorical subtext. Cléo finds out that she does indeed have cancer, but the doctor is positive that with 2 months treatement everything is ok. She is strangely relieved to know that she is really sick. It confirms her feelings were correct and now that it is acknowledged she can finally relax. In the same way we are to assume that France is going through some very serious problems, but we can look forward to a time when things will look up again.

Ima stop now, I could talk about the quirks of the editing, such as the rather odd reliance on jump cuts, and the artificial use of black in white. Especially in contrast with the rather stunning opening sequence of the Tarot cards.

BUT.

It is now 2006. And the ..... mmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrmr

Gather round for a tale that will burn your ears. Like fire.

2005-12-30T08:14:00.000-08:00

This banner dealy is the result of much blood and tears. Lovingly constructed in paint .net a program I downloaded less than a week ago. For having no fucking clue wtf i'm doing, it hasn't turned out that wretched. Still there were some bumps and pitfalls along the way. The initial attempts, while stunning in a raw, edgy way were finally molded into something that wouldn't scare the children. The elements in place, my complete lack of common sense manifested itself in something very close to the finished product. Certain parties giggled and blushed, but showing the utmost in tact and consideration, suggested that I not put that fucking thing up.

Much thanks to the stunningly talented help... I present the thing. The thing on the top of the page. Yes that.

So yes, behold the picture. Tremble in fear you worthless bastards. I have arrived.

and don't laugh at my poor html/css foo...

Site hacking commences

2005-12-29T22:09:00.000-08:00

As you may have noticed we are now on our way to "full custom" hotness.

Story coming soon.

Apparently i owe someone a molesting so intense that the FCC will likely sue me for obscenity and mass disruption of the poor publics sensibilities.

Stop the presses!

2005-12-28T09:54:00.000-08:00

A very productive and amusing morning of verbal judo and EVER so slick flirtations ultimately led to the most Genius idea that I've ever had. Now, this is only in the research and development stages, but i've smuggled a technical drawing out from my crack team of patent lawyers for your perusal.

Just a warning though. Fasten your seatbelts, and tuck your head between your legs. This will change you in unexpected ways. Women will swoon, and dogs will hump your leg. Or they will possibly stop doing that.

This is fiery untested doings!

By clicking this link, you agree not to steal my idea, or you will be sodomised by my army of moose lawyers

First!11

2005-12-26T20:53:00.000-08:00

Yes well so, I think this explains my feelings about the hollidays, more than verbose brain spew ever could.

I was off for a good week, and the prospect of work tomorrow envelops me with the bad thoughts.

The BAD THOUGHTS.

Thankfully I'll actually see HER there, though not in the capacity which we had grown accustomed to. At least, well, hey we get to dress like humans this week. Small comforts; they keep.... erm you know... [stuff]

HAHA!!!!

I'm on the INTARWEB!