6-10-01 I just realized my DJ Charts have become a festering outdated mess of a section never finished on a silly ol journal. That's sad. I meant to update that more. I certainly have more tracks to play now. Expect that soon, kiddies.
6-6-01 Don't worry about it there, Bryn. The edited version won't kill you if you just rent it. They took out a few shots of dildoes covered in vaseline, I think that's about it. I read a quote from Aronofsky that said (paraphrased) it was a shame, certainly, that Blockfucker won't carry NC-17 films or unrated films, even if they're clearly marked adults only(Though, as Roger Ebert pointed out, they shamelessly market cheaply made T & A under the banner of Youth Restricted Viewing), but the Director's Cut contains all of the special features and commentaries and even a tiny tab of LSD for the journey. The Edited Version is very clearly marked, and the censorship, though sad and hypocritical, doesn't prevent you from renting the film to find out if you like it enough to see a few extra dildo scenes. It's the version I saw, and I'm buying the goddamned Director's Cut. Plus, I have got to find a new front page pic...my face is just too goddamned big. Oy.....
6-5-01 My counter just reached 1000. You people are fuckin' bored ain't yez? Nick, I name you beast, for transgressing national boundaries. Fuck that, I name you fucker. Die!
5-31-01 Heh heh heh..Nick, the name of God reportedly has 216 letters. And that's nothin' a good electric srewdriver can't fix.
5-31-01 I was just blown away by Requiem For A Dream. It is your duty to see this film. I fucking mean it. Don't bother coming back here unless you've fucking seen it! God dammit! It's every American's responsibility! Don't you love your country? Don't you love your goDD? Well, stop twiddlin your tits and get crackin! and don't come back until you've seen the light! Seriously, though, if you've been told it's a great trip, or 'fucked up', well, that's true. If you've been told it's another drama about how drugs ruin your life, well, that may be true, but I say that's not what the films about. The film is about loneliness and sorrow the likes of which I've never seen. It's absolutely heartbreaking. It's like Apocalypse Now. Apocalypse now takes place in and around a war, but it's about man vs nature. Requiem is about drug abuse, and where it commonly leads, but it's about loneliness. It'll break your heart. Or at least it should.
5-29-01 A new member of the kingdom has arrived.
5-28-01 Oh yeah, one point I missed. Ben Affleck is a cool actor, I don't care what anyone says. Boiler Room is a prime example, as Nick indicated. Tis updated
5-28-01 Ah, html editor windows. What a bitch of a tool to write an apoplectic screed. On the flipside of that coin, I never knew that a text box could be stretched and devirginized so well in a mere html guestbook. I commend you Nick, for once again being third party in a war between old friends, but I must do my best to clear up a few confusions, and perhaps knock you off your highhorse a bit. There has been a humorous feud between myself and Charles Wenar Samuels since about the time in December I made an ass of myself spewing rage and venom at a dank nasty theater screen vomiting a dank and nasty vacuous piece of utter contemptable shit known as Dungeons and Dragons. This feud is half-hearted, yet sometimes painfully serious. I get the feeling, much to my dismay, that he may have enjoyed this film heavily. I try not to judge a person's tastes too harshly, though lord knows I've been known to in the past. If Chuck is serious that he enjoyed the film, then I will gracefully withdraw my rage at that. There' s no reason for it, it would only be mean. But the argument has been amusing, and it's why I make my defense about bad special effects and the like. If, in fact he dearly likes it, I could try my best to focus on the fact that he's also a fan of a number of movies and books and dance songs and the like that I could wholeheartedly agree are tasteful. Even then, there would be no reason to even mention it. I think, in the midst of writing rants for this page, that I am very disorganized, and though I have a wopping good time with the english language when I'm really on, I don't always emit clarity, thus leading to Nick believing I've attacked his tastes too. Simmer down now, Nick. I've watched plenty of art movies lately, and I'm getting back into the groove. I appreciate your love for them, but I'm not playing a high and mighty act on you, nor would I try. Nor would I to Chuck, though he's harder to convince that movies made before 1970 are worth a damn. Keep in mind, Nick, you've seen some greats out of my collection, and more are welcome to you when you wish. It's an act of goodwill torwards a friend. Moving on, I think the both of you assume I've damned Pearl Harbor or something. I haven't. I just honestly was not interested in seeing it on Friday, much less am I terribly enthused to see it in theaters, or at all. I think that's my decision to make, and how you can find even a slight semblance of hypocrisy in that, I don't rightly know. I've heard it's bad, I've heard it's ok, nobody has said it's great so far, and in this day and age when there are thousands of movies and more coming out everyday, you have to have some priorities. I do, and will always have them. Those priorities are with the artists that have moved me, and set me on the path I'm taking torwards my own filmmaking goals, which, and here's the part I appreciate most of all from you, Nick, I have yet to find the courage or method to act upon. I'll work on that. But I'm not being passive, if that's what you think. Far from it. It's just a scary industry, and the chances of making it, even if you have exemplory talent, are slim, directly because of the big budget/big business box office mentality of Hollywood. I would be less daunted if I didn't yearn to be famous, thus remembered. As per accusing you or Charlie of being won over by special effects, I wasn't, and that is where clarity could've been helpful. My screeds of late are partly defense, and partly a desire simply to ruminate on my own standards. I maintain that I'm not being elitist. I think I've been fair enough, and I'm damn well not copping out simply to seem in the right.
5-28-01 Rebuttals to the most recent attack on my values and supposed contradictions in the most recent guestbook entry are as follows, neatly categorized so certain circumsized members of the audience don't get confused:
Utter Paralogical Bullshit: "When was the last time a movie shit in your mouth then forgot to tip? Never. Fuck you." Ok, if this is supposed to be an excuse for Dungeons and Dragons, a sort of, well shit, it wasn't as if that movie was a member of the Third Reich kind of nonsense, well, fuck you. You know damn well what I mean, and until you actually grow up and get insulted by a movie, you won't know how it feels.
Stupid arguments: "Yet you have no problem falling into line with Roger Ebert's Great Movie list. Hmmmm." Of course, not, I never made the claim that I did. If I did have a problem with it, I wouldn't have linked the fucking list. Asshole. Chuck, I will name names, but obviously someone doesn't read between the lines, or just wants everything neatly spelled out for them. Everyone knows who I'm talking about. Being vague was a passive attempt at humor 2. ""They're there for a reason.." Because they get PAID." Damn right they do, because they love movies god dammit. That's why. You think it's an easy job? Try it yourself and see if you get the Pulitzer. Ebert did. You have to be a writer first, so you probably won't try it. 3. "I am an elitist when it comes to my taste in films..." " I am not a fucking elitist" Walking contradiciton bro." If you can't see that I made that statement on purpose, you need to immerse yourself in much more literature than you do right now, because you obviously can't detect that those statements were made in different contexts, yet were stringed together to reach a dramatic turnaround in my argument. If you'd paid more attention, you'd have notice that the statement was, "I am an elitist when it comes to my taste in films, or at least I could be considered one." There wasn't a contradiction made in any of the statements of the previous post. I was merely making a statement based on how my tastes may be percieved by others. As for the constant swearing, how many times if you actually bothered to catalogue your thoughts would the words nigger and jew be repeated? Another comment to close this whole argument out(and by the way, don't think I don't see the humor in your post), about critics, particularly Roger Ebert, who is as wise a film observer as any. To assume these people are doing this solely for money is to ignore their bodies of work entirely. Ebert's priorities are well set, and you can tell with his passion for the movies. That's why I linked his Great Movies page. And don't think I'm going to lose much sleep over being "in line" with Ebert's Great Movies, as opposed to being in line with dreck.
5-27-01 Yay! Bryn likes me! Woo hoo! Everybody email her at spiralsong@mac.com . She's far away!. I'm fuckin' tired, and a stripper sat in my lap tonight.
5-26-01 Fuck....biggest front page pic yet. Heh..deal with it, yez bastards.
5-26-01 Every now and again I expeience a puzzling attack on my opinions. It comes to my attention that I am a hypocrite based on my opinions on films or my decisions to avoid what is so obviously a waste of time that could be spent viewing a Bertolucci epic or jerking off for 3 straight hours, which ever comes first(no pun, I promise). My defense is as follows, with details to accomodate: I am an elitist when it comes to my taste in films, or at least I could be considered one. Because I demand that movies not insult me, and because I will not be fooled or won over by even the absolute best of special effects, I am given hell by a certain party unmentioned here(fucker). Mostly I am given hell because I sometimes pre-judge movies that I haven't seen. This does not come from a lack of information. It comes from Roger Ebert, my sword and my shield against bad movies. He is not, and I must be clear on this, where I go for my opinions, but he is someone I have found myself in agreement with time and time again, for one simple reason: He loves movies, and he knows more about them than possibly anyone. He certainly knows more about them than the man on the street, and he loves them more too. Any further proof of that needed is found here. Every movie on that list is worth seeing, I guarantee it, and certainly, so does he. And as for my status as hypocrite, ask yourself this: What is the difference between pre-judging a movie and deciding it's going to be great and pre-judging a movie and deciding it's going to be shite? The minute you stop being won over by mega-marketing like that propagated with Pearl Harbor, Driven, and the like, then feel free to judge the pre-judger. Until then, fuck yourselves, or accept the fact that sometimes shit smells like shit before you even see it's shit for sure, and sometimes it smells like fucking champaigne, and it is. I see campaigning and advertising of films as a way of trying to buy my time, and if I don't like what I see in the marketing or hear or read about before I see it, I ain't goin' folks. It's called freedom of choice. Perhaps I have a critical mind. Perhaps I know what I like. Either way, fuck the lot of you who would attack me because I don't want to validate your sacred cows. You're not going to convince me to like a corrupt or empty piece of shit just because the fx are darned pretty. Ain't gonna happen. You want to see effective special effects? There are plenty of great movies with, and here is where I judge a movie folks, IDEAS behind the fucking effects! Dark City, What Dreams May Come, The Abyss, Star Wars, The Neverending Fuckin' Story, etcetera etcetera. I am not a fucking elitist. I simply will not waste my time with what I am informed is, or what is obviously not worth my time. And I'm certainly not going to like a sequel I just saw(again, fucker), just because I complained I misunderstood the plot with the valid reason that I didn't see the first one. I was wrong in my criticism of it in that sense(The Mummy, folks), but it was still a godawful waste of my fucking time, and don't give me that shit about how I paid for it, so I should just shut the fuck up. Fuck you. And fuck you again, motherfucker, because that doesn't excuse it, merely it exacerbates it. God dammit. Don't assume I hate action movies either. You can watch my copy of T2 Judgement Day with me, or maybe we can sit through Aliens, and you'll find out I love action movies, providing they have ideas in them. And don't assume I dislike shallow movies either. Case in point made by comparison: Driven and Gone In 60 Seconds. Similar movies, Driven being the sucky boring one with exceptional racing scense, 60 being the fun one with one helluva chase scene and a funny little movie rapped around it. I like Gone in 60 Seconds, in spite of the fact that it's Bruckheimer, in spite of the fact that it's shallow, simply because it's fun and smart and it doesn't insult me. Driven is dumb as Strom Thurmond, end of fucking story. I'll even see Pearl Harbor, the film that got me in a defensive mode, even though I swore off paying for Bruckhiemer films, even though I've read it was bad, and I often agree with some of the critics. They're there for a reason, and they're more informed than most people on the subject, that's why they're writing about it. I'm talking about the good ones. The kind I'd like to be. I can't be bought by special effects. A movie has to be human. And I'm not a hypocrite because I don't want to fall in line with fx shite. Right, piss off.
5-16-01 Click here for a Douglas Adams interview.
5-13-01 Adam Freeland rocks...It was, needless to say, an amazing show. As I write this I've been up for twenty five straight hours. That's right, Straight hours. Not Gay hours. Bitches. Anyway, I had a blast, as did everyone who attended. Freeland was not flawless, but it didn't matter, because his stuff was exciting as hell. Yeah..On a downer note, I found out something pretty sad from Rhys at about five this morning at WaHo...Douglas Adams died of a heart attack yesterday. Damn. Damn Damn Damn.
5-9-01 I'm going to see Adam Freeland! Woo Hoo! Anyway, Monday night was interesting. I spent four or five hours on Rhys' porch watching Nick argue with Rhys' dad about the causes of WWI. Between those two there's very little room for another member of the argument. But that's ok, cuz it was a bit of fun to watch them quarrel. I don't agree with Mr. Dawson's viewpoint concerning the general causes of war(afterall, I doubt we failed at taking out those chink motherfuckers thirty years ago simply because we were worried that the local Piggly Wigglys wouldn't be able to supply us with enough cow fat to fuck our innards with, but I digress), but I must say, Nick lost, just because it's funnier that way. heh heh heh. Speaking of that Islamic expatriate, he's throwing an opium party this Friday, whereupon I will devirginize the burgeoning youths he fenagles into his house with the groove that is my nu skool. Be there, kiddies! (and for those who think me vague : Keggar! Big ass one! Nick's house! Friday! You've all been warned!) And Cory...bring the bong tang.
5-7-01 Yay! Chuck didn't win! Thanks, woman!
5-4-01 I got two Fellini Dvds last night at Borders, and I found out that they stock the NC-17 Dvd of Last Tango In Paris. I'm there. I feel a resurgance of art films in my life. Last year I was so burnt out I couldn't be moved by filmmaking anymore. I could appreciate, but it didn't affect me viscerally. Consequently, I have been out of the loop with movies for a year. I feel it comin' back to me now though, aww yeuhh. Last Tango In Paris is one of the prettiest movies I've ever seen. Even without Brando, it would rock. Anyway, just tangenting. Everyone go to Holly's page and sign her message board. It's a cool forum, and I see a debate in our midst. Oh, and Chuck, that'll have to do for you, cuz I ain't fuckin' around with a message board of my own. Just go to Holly's page and fuck with my life there, ok? God dammit. Finish up Preacher too. I'm reading them all again. How shall I end this post? Umm....err....umm....Doom Cock!
5-2-01 Amber just messaged me and told me to insult Charlie over the AIM. The result is the AIM conversation I finished five minutes ago: Eegah820690903: knob!!!! DJ WanaB: OMFG YOU"RE DEAD! Eegah820690903: fucker! Eegah820690903: fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker DJ WanaB: That's it. Put the chillinz to bed honey, I'm coming home loaded! Eegah820690903: ok DJ WanaB: hahahahah. I win anyway. I got you to be social on your birthday! Eegah820690903: republican republican republican republican republican republican republican republican republican republican DJ WanaB: Them's nigger-stompin words boy. Eegah820690903: I'll be GWB loves you DJ WanaB: You'll be GWB? And you love me? I didn't vote for no FAG! Eegah820690903: I'll bet you are a reagonomics motherfucker Eegah820690903: I meant to say I'll BET Eegah820690903: that's right Eegah820690903: fuckin' fascist DJ WanaB: Whatever. Least GWB didn't screw no intern! Hell, he can't even get any! Eegah820690903: yeah, but he brought honor and dignity into the whitehouse, and you're a jew! You probably voted for him on account of ignorance! DJ WanaB: Uh...no. Dick Chaney is a jew....dumbass. Eegah820690903: Dick Chaney is your GOD DJ WanaB: no. DJ WanaB: Guns are my GODS Eegah820690903: You'd probably suck a pound of cock to support the NRA DJ WanaB: 2 pounds for Mr. Hestin! Eegah820690903: and then you'd turn around and take thirty more pounds into your backside you half Irish tart Eegah820690903: you'd be wiping the Ben Hur juice out of your body for a cooze age to validate your existance at the hand of that right wing fuck DJ WanaB: "wing fuck" YOU! Eegah820690903: well, double "wing fuck" you Eegah820690903: no...triple wing fuck you DJ WanaB Can't, I got no wings. WanaBHoly SHIT LOOK! IT'S THE POPE! Eegah820690903: Well, there's gotta be a bell you can pull out of your ass to take care of that you cum smeared fuckin' degenerate angel prick Dick Cheney surrogate you DjWanaB: NO LOOK! AL GORE IS SAVING THE WORLD! Eegah820690903: You wouldn't have voted for Al Gore if he had promised to personally hand pick you from the devil-cock sucking fascists you plunked down your vote for like so many contestants on The Price Is Right plunk down a plinko chip, you fuckin' degenerate douche wearing cocksucker, you. (Charlie Signs Off Before He Reads This Post) And That has got to be the strangest AIM conversation I've ever had. And this is why it happened: DJ WanaB: Sweepy + No Coffee + Lots of Capital Letters + Girlfriend calling me names = Better get the hell in bed asap! ubesmilin: you just don't want to admit i'm right! ubesmilin: if jesse called you names you'd stay up! ubesmilin: i can guarentee that! ubesmilin: that was copied from our conversation Yeah...Thanks Amber..that was very interesting...I'm so tired. My birthday rocked. I am gonna be fuckin' famous, as I'm fond of saying. But for now, I'll be sufficiently entertained cuz I got Terminator 2 on DVD, and wowwwy.
