un-fucking-believable

We're gonna get high and listen to Miles.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 08:03:46 GMT

Just got woken up by my dog throwing up all over my bedroom. The smell of semi-digested baked potatoes that she decided to steal off the table this afternoon is quite overpowering and has forced me to leave the room to keep from adding to the mess. So now, its almost 4 and im drinking water trying not to gag and listening to a record that i can't mention, i guess, since someone gave it to me all unmastered and fresh. its pretty good. ill say that.

I watched the entire first season of Mad Men in pretty much one sitting today. i definitely liked it. i like most anything from that sort of period though. i must say that watching the show had me chainsmoking pretty much the whole time. its all they do in the show. they just smoke and drink and then there are conversations based around them smoking or having a drink. its like the show itself is an ad for lucky strike and J&B scotch. similarities to the Man in the Grey Flannel Suit aside, its a different sort of thing. a good sort of different. im definitely stoked on the new season. thank god for on demand though, otherwise i probably would've never gotten around to watching it.

yeah okay, now that i think about it, a smoke and a glass of scotch sounds pretty good. maybe then i can get back to bed.

PS. i just want to add before bed that i definitely just bought these:

FUCKING STOKED!

I Love the New Millennium

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 05:02:43 GMT

Ive spent almost my entire weekend watching this show. Sure the jokes are dumb (well, michael ian black's are alright) but i couldnt stop watching it. What is it with VH1 and these horrible shows that are just so goddamn impossible not to watch? Ranting aside though, it did have Winnie Cooper on it who is now like a billion times hotter than one could have ever imagined when watching The Wonder Years.

The one big complaint i have about the whole thing is the inclusion of Kat Von D talking about anything. At one point this horrible piece of trash actually tried to say that we should all forget about Mel Gibson hating jews and calling that cop "Sugartits." I guess it could have something to do with the fact that she also apparently hates jews but i dont really see how someone with horrible tattoos and a face that appears to be made of the same material as my grandmother's faux leather couch has any room to talk. ugh, when will we be rid of her? when, god?

its been an interesting couple of days though, beyond trashy tv viewing.

-went to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting and saw so many strange things.
-went to SC but didnt come home with fireworks (wtf is wrong with me?)
-found out that George Romero is coming to charlotte!!!!!!

i guess that brings me to now. im about to watch Firefly. ive heard its good but we'll see. this reminds me though, i think i want to check out Battlestar Galactica. judging by the promos like this....

i may be into it.

fuck my life

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 05:10:38 GMT

so i spent all day working on this like double feature dvd just to see if i could do it. Using The Night Train Murders and Ms. 45 and making it basically a grindhouse rip-off with trailers in between and then throwing commentary on it and then i was going to send it out to all these people i owe cds to. its a total rip-off idea but i wanted to see if it was possible to build this from scratch. its very possible but dvd menu's are fucking torture to try and make and im probably going to ditch the commentary idea because i think it would be better if i had someone do the commentary with me. i feel like it would be boring to watch on its own. all that on top of the fact that im having trouble getting the Ms. 45 audio to sync up with the picture and im really thinking of just scraping it. i thought it would be fun and all and i would have something to sort of occupy my time with. oh well.

this is probably the nerdiest shit ive ever done. im pretty embarrassed about even revealing it here.

im not just gonna play mozart, im gonna dress like mozart.

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 06:15:13 GMT

fuck my life.

sleeping pills to feel forgiven

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 05:00:38 GMT

Migraines are the absolute worst thing on earth. The fact that a headache can bring me to somehow justify the idea of taking a power drill to my skull to relieve pressure is surely enough to enforce that fact. I realize that the life I lead is a rather boring one but I find it especially depressing when I have to spend a night in a dark room with a warm cloth over my face completely secluded from the things I would like to do just because MY FUCKING HEAD ACHES!

Yesterday I made the horrible decision to involve my sister in a weight loss bet. I know that losing weight is generally a good thing and all but now I am just worried about losing. The stipulations have yet to be set but Im sure whatever she comes up with will be absolutely horrible. She wouldn't be my sister if she didn't know how to make me miserable. The bet is the most weight lost in 6 months. This might not be as cut and dry as I would like though. We both agreed to the bet without thinking about the fact that she is currently trying to get pregnant. Personally, I think that pregnancy should result in a an automatic win for me. I mean, if I somehow got a parasite during the bet, it would seem to me that I would have to forfeit. So, to me, its only fair that should pregnancy occur that I should win.

Cigarettes and Speed for Livin'

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 20:45:25 GMT

do you believe in something beautiful? then get up and be ittttt.

its like day 7 i guess. i cant really avoid using the computer with work and burning all these dvds right now.

i went for a walk a little while ago. its always rad having a walk in the woods after i wake up. the dogs certainly enjoy it as well. it was a bit cooler than it has been though. i dont like this whole getting warm this early thing. i seriously like winter and this just means its only a matter of time before its too fucking hot to do anything.

i seriously have so much shit to get mailed out and i know there are a few of you that are waiting for things from me but just be patient. im trying to mail everyone's stuff at once. all the mix cds in the US, records to belgium, dvds to sweden and brooklyn (basically a different country as far as im concerned.)

i guess thats really it.

Damn it feels good to be a gangster

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 12:07:50 GMT

or is it "gangsta"?

This is day 6 of the whole fuck the internet. Its almost like quitting smoking so far where at first Im like itching to get on all the time but then after a few days it starts to wan. Livejournal is being my nicotine patch of sorts, of course.

Last night I bit a chunk out of my tongue. I really wish I had a cool story to go with it. Maybe something like how some soccer mom with hypersexual tendencies bit a pencil eraser sized chunk out of my tongue during a rather knock-down-drag-out bout of choke sex. In reality, it happened while eating pizza. See what Im saying. Thats definitely not as exciting. Choke sex is an incredibly exciting and interesting turn that you could throw into almost any story and make it just so much better. For example:

without choke sex: In line at the post office, this girl kept giving me strange looks. When confronted about it, by pointing out that I was curious as to what could be so interesting, she scoffed and kept her eyes to herself the rest of the wait.

with choke sex: In line at the post office, this girl kept giving me these strange looks. When confronted about it, by pointing out that I was curious as to what could be so interesting, she invited me back to her place and asked me to choke her during sex.

Do you see what Im getting at here? Granted, that works for almost any sexual perversion. Be it footjobs, boob effing, throat effing, spanking, getting slapped around, or choke sex. Throw in any commonly practiced yet uncommonly discussed sexual thing and a story gets infinitely better.

Maybe Ive gone too far on that. Im definitely not deleting it now. I suppose there should be a disclaimer about how I don't condone nor condemn such activities. On the contrary, I believe people should do whatever and video tape it so I can at least see. I mean, how else is anyone going to learn?

If you're bothered by that perversion/choke sex bit, bummer. We're just REAL TALKing. Duncan can back me up on the cruciality of REAL TALK.

okay yeah, sleep time.

EDIT: In order to keep from leaving this as my creepiest entry ever, I will mention that i totally got Human Giant Season 1 and The complete series of Mr. Show on DVD for 45 bucks a little while ago. so this weekend will be all..

Fuck the Internet day 3

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 22:35:49 GMT

Ive done things the other days but they weren't worth sharing.

-walked 3 miles
-walked 3 miles at the zoo
-walked 3 miles at the zoo and saw a sleeping polar bear that was so epic it could only be captured in two pictures.

-also saw and photographed the following animals...

Coyness is nice.

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:23:07 GMT

Staying in to catch up on the dvds Ive gotten recently instead of going out turned out to be a pretty good idea. Control turned out to be quite depressing though.

I haven't had that thing yet,

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 05:42:26 GMT

where you realize that you're not the most important person in the world.

Stayed up too late last night watching In The Valley of Elah and Margot At The Wedding. Valley of Elah isnt that great and Margot At The Wedding is pretty good. nothing spectacular.

i dont even know what to say in these things anymore...

edit:
PAUL THOMAS ANDERSON AND ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES GOT FUCKING ROBBED!

life

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 05:31:10 GMT

life would be infinitely better if i could just hang out all day listening to witchfinder general and watching british tv shows.

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 06:47:45 GMT

LETS FUCKING RAGE!

i hate this.

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 08:58:23 GMT

i hate everything about this. i hate that i fall apart at fucking stupid times. i hate that some stupid song can totally wreck my entire night just because i can't fucking tell you about how beautiful it is or how it reminds me of some black sabbath song. i hate that i don't have anyone to talk to anymore. i hate how im telling this to livejournal. i hate that you'll never get to see me play music again or take me to another show or tell me another story. i hate that i can't ask you questions or get your opinion on things. i hate that i have to watch movies alone now. i hate i can't drive you to work anymore. i hate how i have so little to remember you by yet so much to remember about you. all those times you told me i could do something if i wanted to or how you wished you could do this or that for me. i hate i don't have you to tell me about what i missed on the daily show. i miss your laugh or even you shaking your head when you were pissed off at me. i miss your inappropriate comments. i miss looking forward to thursday nights to watch the OC with you. i hate how fucking stupid this sounds. I miss you more than i can even express.

im so over this fucking place. everything just reminds me that twenty one years with my best friend was not enough.

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 03:28:20 GMT

so yeah, my dad died yesterday. i dont know why im posting this here but this is definitely the worst thing ever.

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 04:26:06 GMT

Je suis entièrement inexpérimenté.

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:38:41 GMT

i am a sexual deviant.

Konnichiwa Bitches

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 21:20:04 GMT

We control our thoughts which mean nothing, and not our emotions which mean everything.

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 17:52:01 GMT

im covered in like fake tan and my leg hurts since i decided that holding my hot coffee was just too difficult. the world cup is good and my streak is up to 4 days. this is far more difficult than i thought it would be. im pretty tired and i really have nothing to talk about. just havent been here in a while. sup guys!

masculin feminin is a good film. almost as good as a bout de souffle. im really reaching for content here.

FOR THE KIDS FEST 2006

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 06:42:24 GMT

FOR THE KIDS FEST IS NOW SCHEDULED FOR AUGUST 11TH

so far on the bill are LA QUIETE (italian hardcore) and PHOENIX BODIES (indiana hardcore). yeah, we're stoked too!

OOOOHHHH YEAH!

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 21:01:25 GMT

DUDEZ CHARLOTTE JUST GOT THE NASCAR HALL OF FAME!

I AM SO STOKED!

ugh, here's to a million redneck coming out to see the garagemahal now. fuck you dale earnhardt!

eh

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 06:42:41 GMT

i hate that everything has to be so serious all the goddamn time. im not really trying to be an asshole. its just more than i dont really care to take things as serious as some people might like. i like joking around who cares about all this straight faced honesty sans sarcasm shit. im 20 years old. ive got plenty of time to be serious.

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 06:42:30 GMT

im tired. oh so tired. big mistake staying up this late.

Le film stigmatise la vie des jeunes de banlieue autour de la haine pour les forces de maintien de l'ordre, ce qui fut à l'origine d'un débat d'opinions concernant son influence, en temps qu'œuvre cinématographique, sur la société.

Le contexte lié à la sortie de ce film faisait suite à quinze années de perturbations croissantes dans les zones urbaines périphériques, qui ont considérablement choqué l'opinion et modifié sa perception. La mort de Malik Oussekine est citée dans le film également.

L'histoire est filmée en noir et blanc, et le scénario a la structure d'une tragédie où certains protagonistes meurent à la fin ; deux caractéristiques qui donnent une patte classique à un sujet qui d'ordinaire est relégué aux actualités télévisées. Le découpage des scènes qui affiche l'heure de la journée contribue à l'intensité dramatique d'ensemble, et suggère l'impression que ces gens ne sont jamais laissés en paix quelle que soit l'heure de la journée.

De plus, chaque personnage représente une minorité religieuse ou éthnique de la société française : un juif, un maghrébin et un noir. L'amitié du trio est fédératrice et symbolise le sujet du film : la condition des personnes reléguées dans les cités est comparable.

Le découpage en trois mouvements structure également l'évolution dramatique : scènes d'exposition de la cité en marasme, au lendemain d'une nuit de violences, suivies d'une nuit blanche au centre de Paris où le trio est confronté à diverses situations l'amenant à la perception du mépris. La troisième partie est un dénouement allant dans le sens de cette descente graduelle, justifiant son aspect inexorable.

L'élément fédérateur tout au long du film concerne les postures du personnage de Vinz, à la psychologie comparable à Travis dans Taxi Driver, comparaison qui le fascine au point de rejouer la scène anthologique du caïd qui teste ses expressions de dureté face au miroir de sa salle de bain: "C'est à moi que tu parles ?" Les deux amis de Vinz vont tenter au fil des scènes de le raisonner face aux contradictions, appelant à la vengeance aveugle, qui le traversent. Vinz parviendra à les surmonter au petit matin. Mais la succession des évènements sera la plus forte.

La scène où les deux jeunes femmes engagent une conversation avec Saïd, qui se termine immédiatement du fait du mode d'expression basé sur la menace, la réplique "C'est le malaise des banlieues" prononcée par le directeur de la galerie une fois la porte fermée suite au départ de nos trois protagonistes soulignent le malaise de la société en général qui elle aussi leur ferme ses portes.

Quoique la réduction de la vie des jeunes en banlieue à leur opposition aux policiers soit une interprétation simplificatrice du film, ce dernier est un des rares à donner un point de vue « de l'autre côté du miroir » vis à vis des idées préconcues généralement convoyées autour de cette situation : exclusion, échec des politiques urbaines, racisme larvé.

En ce sens, le film est précurseur, et un des rares en France à tenir un propos divergent de la pensée unique ; son attitude peut se comparer à un cinéma tel que celui de Ken Loach, quasiment inexistant en France.

(find this in english tomorrow)

complaints

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 15:22:20 GMT

how is that i am burnt out on something takes like no time what so ever? why won't bands return emails? why have i smoked 3 cigarettes in a row now? why does my fucking knee hurt so bad? why did i just spend like an hour and a half lurking myspace? why am i listening to meneguar on repeat instead of changing the playlist? why is "put in your mouth" such a catchy song? why did it take me this long to just switch to morning belle and the anniversary? why am i typing all these pointless questions like any of you might know the answer?

ugh, note to self

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 12:57:23 GMT

drinking moonshine in hopes to make you sleepy and feel all warm inside only works if you stop after drinking a little bit. do not continue until you are trashed.

TTT

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 08:10:07 GMT