2-21-2
I have Parade by Garbage going thru my head.
OMG, last night on Beat the Geeks, for the 15 second geek-off, the contestant had to list as many movies in English that she could. She got 2. You can mention pretty much any movie, and you only get two? OMGWTFROFLMAOBBQ!!!!11!
You know what bothers me?
Ok, you know what else bothers me?
Well, that does too, but it's not what I had in mind. I'm sick of the whole dog-eating thing. People call it disgusting and barbaric. Why? Because dogs are popular as pets. People keeprabbits and fish as pets, but no one complains about eating them. I guess it's just because puppies are cute, and we can't stand the idea of something so cute being dead. Peope are stupid, and I hate them for it.
Sometimes I really wanna go back to Austria.
Hey, so I finally finished my Downward Spiral portion of the page. That took me about a week.
I'm also done with my Devil Phil figure. I just need some red paint.
I need to do page four of the web comic. Jenny's scanning page 3 as we speak. Well, as I type, anyway.
Well, the first three pages are scanned in. They still need to be shrunk down, split up, and mspainted. I played areound with the first part of one, and I think it looks nice.
Who's gonna drive you home?
I don't know where that came from, but I sincerely apologize. It'll never happen again.
Who am I kidding? Of course it'll happen again. Next week, I'll be quoting the greatest works of Meat Loaf.
So, Kitten tried to get out a couple days ago. He insists that it was really Fuffy T, but we all know it's Kitten. He's from tha streetz, anf he still has it in his blood, I guess.
My God, that is a large man.
I hunger. I think it's time I put this foolishness behind me and invested in a bagel.
2-18-2
I'm still asleep. You'll have to pasrdon any typos I may make. I'm still asleep./ I can't seems to wake up today. I 'm very very tieed. I really need a nap. I want to go to bed. now. Please?
So, Tina's birthday was this past weekend. I got her You Don't Know Jack and took her to the Olive Garden. Thjat was fun.
I have Prince's Party like it's 1999 song going through m yhead. It's bothering me.
So, like half the computers in this lab are down cuz they're new and evil. It's a big pain. I don't even et to sit at my desk. I['m stuck out here with the lowly students.
I kinda wanna do a review of The Ladies Man, but I don't remenmber much of anything from it.
Except Billy Dee, cuz he's so damn sassy.
I don't really care for the direction the Cartoon Network has taken with Home Movies. It's getting too... I dunno, dumbed down.
Uh oh. It looks like I'm starting to atually wake up.
HAZZAH!
I'm awake!
So, I need to finish my script and start working on all the pre-production stuff.
Should I submit Droid Theatre to the IUSB filmfest? I'm not sure. I'd need to redo the soundtrack.
2-14-2
So, I'm sitting here, munching on a bagel, IMing with Tina, and pondering why fire trucks are red.
Here's the thing. I like Garbage. I think they'rea great band. I love their music. I don't really listen to much in the way of No Doubt, but I'm really interested in them as a band and as people. Figure that one out.
Maybe I just need to see a Garbage Behind the Music.
Is it just me, or is E!'s True Hollywood Story just a BTM rip-off?
You know who I could do without? Howard Stern. I've had enough of him. He's kind of like an obnoxious radio-friendly version of Jay Stile.
I'm also done with Oprah, Rosie, Britney Spears, Drew Carey, and the cast of Friends.
I could go on.
Anyway, it's Valentine's day. I was gonna have flowers delivered to Tina but, alas, no money until Friday. I made her a touching card expressing romantic sentiments instead.
Is it just me, or is Shirley Manson going for the Annie Lennox image?
She (Shirley Manson) (of Garbage) was on Space Ghost: Coast to Coast with Moby and Emo Phillips. Space Ghost ate Moby and Emo, but not Shirley because she's too skinny. It was pretty funny.
Guess you had to be there.
My bloodlust cannot be sated.
You should change your first name to Uncle.
Or senator.
2-12-2
3 more days of Chick Click. I'm trying to see which lasts longer, me or the forums. Someone posted a thread on the Holocaust, and an idiot came in saying that it's all a lie, and the Holocaust never happened, and even if it did, so what, it's only a bunch of Jews, and blah blah blah. Here's my response:
Are you for real? Do you have any idea how fucking retarded you sound? I've seen my share of inane bullshit on these boards. In fact, I usually come here to see stupidity running rampant, but, MY GOD! You have to be the sorriest excuse for a living creature I've ever encountered. You're a moron. An idiot. You are a shit stain on your father's cock. You are a worthless pile of cells. You are the only good excuse for abortion I know of. Death would be too good for you. I hope you live to witness your loved ones suffer and die slowly because of something you did. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to hold you down as you are repeatedly gang-raped by a group of Jewish men. There is no excuse for you. Your life means nothing.
Think I was harsh? I don't.
Hey, Kara came over last night. That was a surprise. She brought Amree and, um, someone else. All she would talk about was Dave. Dave Dave Dave. SH just wouldn't shut up about him, and how she really wants to ruin his life because she can't have him.
I'm feeling a lot of pressure, and it's pissing me off. It's also depressing me. On one hand, I have Dave objects to my maintaining my friendship with Kara, since, as he says, no good can come of it, and she's a horrible and vindictive person, and she only wants to be my friend because Dave is, and she wants him, etc. It's all about Dave.
On the other hand, I have Tina and her whole anti-Dave agenda. She doesn't want me spending any time with him because he's such a horrible person, and she hates him, and so on.
First of all, Dave, the world doesn't revolve around you. Stop being so egocentric.
Honey, I've come to the conclusion that you don't hate Dave. You hate your concept of Dave; the persona of Dave that you've built up in your mind based on all the negative aspects you can come up with that he can portray.
Meanwhile, I'm stuck in the middle with pressure on all sides. I have Tina telling me not to like Dave. I have Dave telling me not to like Kara. I have Cthulu telling me that Fuffy T resembles a cabbage. It's all getting to be too much. Why can't I simply be a hapless bystander? Get over it. The fact is Kara is a kind and generous person. Dave is a friendly and giving person. Fuffy T is not a cabbage. Those are all reasons for liking them. Now get off my back.
I guess I just need space. I need to get away from it all and concentrate on my work, whatever that may be. I'd say I need to find myself, but that just sound retarded. Anyway, I don't think I need to. I need to assert myself, manifest myself somehow. I also need to finish that script. I know where it's going, and it's coming alon great, but I keep putting it off. Perhaps this afternoon.
I hope we get our German tests back today.
I can't believe how far intop the semester we are.
2-7-2
Bonnie Piesse bears a striking resemblance to Shelagh Fraser. That's a good thing, on account of she's playing the same role.
In case you didn't notice, I am now accepting donations.
I actually added a custom figure to my site. I haven't done that in quite some time, now.
Dave posted a nice, well, mean rant at Kara on the boards. I think he's reading too much into it and making it all about him, when it really isn't. As far as the smoking pot thing, as far as I know, it happened once, with me, and it wasn't very good. (Not that I smoke pot or anything. It was, um, basil. Yeah.) And it's not like Dave can talk, what with the underage drinking and all, and, well, you get the idea. As for her cheating on her fiance, that's a bit too much information.
Did you know that 11 years ago today, the Irish Republican Army, which is purely a political organization, not a terrorist group, and which has never ever tried to kill anyone, attacked the home of the British Prime Minister (who, at the time, was John Major)? It's true. Major wasn't hurt, but they had to replace the front door. I guess they call it diplomacy. Y'know, since they're non-violent and all.
Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.
2-6-2
I was right. Mave is mad at me. I'm not sure why, since I only said what everyone was thinking, based on what he's told everyone. At any rate, he wants to get a metaphorical cup of coffee with me. I don't want to, and I don't think I will, since I don't have anything else to say about the matter.
I'm gonna go work out after class. I need to.
I'm done painting all the figures for the Battle of Naboo game. They look really good. I'm proud of it.
Support ManBeef!
Today is Wednesday, right?
I should prolly do my lab assignment. Nah. I'll just wait til class. I'm teh lazayz.
I came up with a great gift idea for Emily, but I'm not telling!
The tab key makes the paragraph indent.
I started working on my story based on 2112. I don't know how it's gonna end up. It may be completely different, or it might be very similar. Either way, I really need to write something original. You know, without a copyright.
As far as I know, I have 152 loose 3 3/4" Star Wars figures. That's counting customs, but not figures I customized for non-SW things.
Now I'm confused.
At any rate, I don't know what the big deal is. I honestly don't. Of course, I knew this would happen, and I'm fine with it. Nevertheless, I've said all I need to say, and I don't want to hear anyone try to justify anything or tell me I'm wrong. The fact is I'm expressing my concern for what I see and for what he has told me, himself.
So, I have nothing to add, and I already know what's going to be said.
2-5-2
Ok, I don't want to mention any names, but someone is pissing me off. She's engaged to a friend of mine, whose name rhymes with Mave Muthrie, and the way she treats him sickens me. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her. She's a lot of fun to hang out with, but she's really taking advantage of, er, Mave, and I hate to see it. The poor guy is going to school full time and working 32 hours a week, plus the seasonal work he gets in the summer. She works 40 hours a week as a librarian. His responsibilities include doing the dishes and cleaning the house. Not just the kitchen or the bathroom, but every room. Plus, since she doesn't have a drivers licence, he has to drive her everywhere. The money he earns is "their money" while the money she earns is "her money". He, alone, is responsible for making payments on his car and insurance. Occasionally, she'll put in a couple bucks for gas, but since it's "his car", she's not responsible for any of it. Of course, she refuses to take the bus or a taxi. He spends most of his money on rent, food, utilities and car expenses. Since the apartment is in his name, it's all his responsibility. Then she has the gall to tell him he doesn't do enough. I've been over there many many times, and Mave is almost always cleaning or working on something. His fiancee is always on the computer, or playing a game, or watching a movie.
Ok, I know I may be a bit harsh, but this is me. I also know I'm going to be ostracised, ignored, and yelled at. I probably won't be invited over for quite some time, now, but I'm fine with that. It's for the best. Mave is being taken advantage of, and it pisses me off.
Ultimately, they way you act is up to you. I'm not here to say it's right or wrong, and you don't need my approval. I'm not saying I hate anyone. On the contrary. I'm voicing my concern. I've been married for over six years, and you are planning to marry. I know what it's like being married, and it's not easy. It takes a lot of work, and a lot of tolerence. It also takes the realization that what you see is what you get. Once the vows are spoken and the honeymoon is over, nothing will have changed. You're still the same people, and you're still going to treat each other the same way. Is this really what you want for the rest of your life? It isn't going to change.
2-1-2
So, I have no idea what the deal is with Fuffy's Genimi horsocope. It is what it is, I guess.
I went to Daves yesterday, but I came home pretty early and went to bed (at around 6). I dunno what that was about either.
I need something. I'm not sure what, but I need it. I think I'll do some biking after work.
Can I just say that Fred Phelps of God hates fags is an idiot. His entire argument is based on what is generally considered to be the worst translation of the Bible. It's knda frightening, reading that site, because it's almost indistignuishable from Landover Baptist, which is a satire of Christian fundamentalists.
Tom was bitching about U2 again. I hate Tom. He needs to stop being.
I'm a very bitter person. I'm fine with that. That's because I rule.
I loaned Jenny my copy of Million Dollar Hotel. I told her it would make her cry. She would have watched it, except that the huge storm knocked her power out. Oh well. I don't plan on needing to see it terribly soon, so I don't mind.
George burned me a copy of some Garbage singles. The cover I made for it kicks ass. I didn't know my mad Photoshopping skillz were so 1337.
I could go for some sesame chicken.
I forgot to borrow some videos from Dave. I really wanna do some new reviews, but with cable, I can't afford to rent videos. And I only have good movies.
There's a guy here who kinda looks like Brian O'Halloran.
I don't have anything else to say.
1-23-2
This whole rambling thing kinda makes me feel like a bit of a dick. I mean, honestly, who gives half a damn what I'm thinking, aside from me, anyway. I guess it's all just masturbation, really. I don't know. I don't much care much, either. I enjoy it.
Tina's mom is still alive, but she's gone loopy. Evidently, there's a big conspiracy out there trying to kill her. She's really not all there at all. We're thinking she had a stroke that no one knew about. I'm not much for medical science, so I can't really say.
I will tell you this, though. I'm a horrible, horrible person, and I'm going straight to hell.
Actually, I don't see morality to be action-based, as so many people believe. I see it as intention-based, as so few people believe. In other words, no action, in itself, is inherantly immoral. It is, rather the motivations behind that action.
I want to start a new movie. I think I'll do that soon. My web comic is really not going anywhere. I've already done three drafts of the first page, and I'm still not satisfied. I'm about to scrap it and go back to film.
Looks like I'm kicking ass in A106. I am rule.
I so can't wait for Attack of the Clones. Say what you will. I think it looks great.
And Jar Jar is in the trailer. So there.
I seem to be slipping in my old age. I had no idea until yesterday that U2 was releasing a new CD. I'm more shocked than you are. Anywho, I went and picked it up after class, yesterday. It's called 7 as a sort of homage to their first commercial release (3), and it's sort of a cross between B-Sides and a Nine Inch Nails remix album. It has seven tracks. Three of them are B-sides to some of their foreign singles (Summer Rain, Always, and Big Girls are Best), and the other four are remixes of Beautiful Day, Elevation, Walk On, and Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of. They're all very well done. I really like it.
I also am really getting into Beautiful Garbage. It's a really good record. I have to say, though, that Cup of Coffee is a huge downer. Course, it's supposed to be, but still. I have to say that the title really does fit the album.
Damn you, IUSB! Every time it's about half past the hour, I have an urge to count people. It doesn't go away. I hate it.
I'm getting pretty sick of reading....
GOD DAMN!!! Someone's scraping something along the floor, and it hurts me ears! I'm crying on the inside.
Anyway, I'm getting sick of reading that basic intro to computers, the Internet is a great new thing, computers are amazing devices crap. I know, it goes with the territory of the class I'm in, bit it's so dumb. I mean, honestly, even for people who aren't computer-literate, it's condescending, almost.
Computers are everywhere, from the cars we drive, to the microwave we use to cook our food. Computers are an amazing tool. One of the first computers was made for the military, and it was called ENIAC. It filled an entire room and used punch cards instead of disks. Today, computers are much smaller, small enough to sit on your desktop, or even to sit in the palm of your hand.
One of the greatest inventions for the computer is the Internet. The Internet is a network of millions of computers around the world communication across phone lines. The most popular, and probably the most widely used part of the Internet, is called the World Wide Web. The World Wide Web consists of HyperText documents which can allow people to view text, images, and even videos on the Internet. It also allows people to instantly go to another Web Page with the click of a mouse, using HyperLinks, or hot links.
This aspect of computers is called Information Technology, or InfoTech. The world is quickly embracing InfoTech, and it won't be long until computers are the main source of communication between people. Experts say that by the year 2000, InfoTech will be so widely used the simple pens and paper will become obsolete.
I'm not even exaggerating, either. It's ridiculous.
I think I'll start using the word retarded more often.
So, until I see you next time, use this HyperLink to visit another page on the Intarweb.
1-17-2
So, this past week has been a big bag of hell forced down my throat. You see, Tina's mom is in the hospital. A little background information: Tina's mother, my mother-in-law, has been an avid smoker since her teens. A few years ago, she developed emphysema and was put on oxygen. She continued to smoke and ween herself off the oxygen. She is now 62 years old. So, we get a call really early saturday morning (or sunday. I don't remember.) from Tina's brother, Jack, saying that their mother collapsed at home and is in the ICU. Great. So, we get up and head over to the hospital. Her lungs are shot to hell, and her oxygen count is in the high 70s and low 80s. To put it into perspective, most people wouldn't be able to survive at 90. Not only is she hardly breathing, she's also going a little loopy, what with the lack of oxygen in the brain.
Anywho, Tina's sister comes down from Wisconsin, and several other relatives come by to visit. Everyone's pretty sure she's gonna die any time, and she's being paranoid, thinking the doctors are going to kill her. Well, as it turns out, she didn't die. She's not at all healthy, but she is doing a lot better.
Meanwhile, Tina and I are both stressed out.
I'm still going through a Garbage phase, which is nice for me (but not for Tina). I bought Beautiful Garbage, and I really enjoy it. I gotta say, though, that Cup of Coffee is a wholly depressing song. And it sticks with you. TIna's upset that I'm listening to music that Bittle discovered first. Oh teh nos!! Not teh muzic of teh Bittals! The way I see it, though, is that I always liked Garbage. I just never realized it until I saw them live and recognized almost all the songs they played. Hey, I like that song! That's Garbage? Wow! That's them too? Cool! So, what can I say?
I started reading Fellowship of the Ring again. I originally started reading it a couple years ago, and I made it most of the way through. I just didn't get into it at the time, and I decided to wait until after I saw the movie since, as you should know, the book is always better. Anywho, I started reading it again, and I'm getting into it. It's quite good.
What I don't get is why so many people are upset about the Harry Potter movie. I don't just mean the musguided fundies who say the books promote satanism, based on an article from the Onion. I mean the people who bitch about how awful the movie was. And they always compare it to LOTR. Y'know, apples and oranges. It's like saying Austin Powers sucks compared to James Bond, or saying CSI is horrible compared to Silence of the Lambs. You see a trend, here? Don't judge a film based on a different one, especially if the one you're basing it on has only one thing in common with it. If you want to compare the Harry Potter movie to something else, try the book. (Of course, as always, the book was better.) It's like the people who bitch about how horrible Metallica is because they aren't a blues band. People build up expectations for things to a point where they can never be satisfied. Look at TPM. Great movie. If you ignore the hype and all the expectations that people had, you'd realize that. As soon as you say I was expecting... or I was hoping they would... or It should have been more like... you defeat your own argument. If you want to see LOTR, see LOTR. Don't see Harry Potter and expect a different movie. I thought Harry Potter was a splendid movie. It was very close to the book, and the differences were done quite well. I also thought LOTR was splendid. The adaptation to film was well done. (Christopher Tolkien can suck my anus.) (So can Roger Ebert and his bitch, Roeper.) Ultimately, it comes down to taste, and when it comes to taste everyone is different. You can't make an objective qualitative judgment on anything. Of course, that begs the question about why I review movies. Mostly, I do it to share my views and opinions of them. Or to make fun of them. Either one, really. But like I said, it all boils down to personal taste. But (and this is very important) a film, should be judged based on its merits alone. It should not be judged based on the merits of other movies or books upon which they are based. Yes, that applies to sequels and remakes. While it is usually true that the originas was better, you are not judging the originals. You are judging the remake/sequel. So, while it ultimately comes down to personal taste, it should always be judged by its own merits. Do you see what I'm saying, here?
Ah, well. I should finish up, now.
1-8-2
Well, it's day two of the new semester. I've already had one class. It looks like it's impossible to fail, which is good. Sure, I'm smart, but I'm also lazy.
Just so you know, this is a Star Wars rant coming up, so you may want to skip it. I'm looking at you, hon.
Ok, there's a lot of people complaining about how AOTC is going to be a love story. Evidently this is news to everyone, and they don't like it (even though, Lucas had mentioned it many many times, and it's a necessary part of the story). I'm betting AOTC os going to do poorly at the box office, and that's mostly due to four factors. First, it's being promoted as a love story. Second, a very vocal minority has bitched about TPM to the point where a lot of people have become disenchanted by Star Wars. Third, the Jar Jar factor. Fourth, the 'N Sync factor. I'll address each of these in turn.
The love story - It's not unheard of. I give you ESB, considered by most people to be the best film in the saga. A lot of the movie was devoted to Han and Leia's relationship, a relationship which was of little consequence to the overall storyline. Like ESB, AOTC has a love story, this time between Anakin and Padme. This relationship is very important to the overall saga. Without it, there would be no Luke or Leia, no Rebellion, and no redemption for Darth Vader. It's vital to the story. It has to be there.
The negative feedback on TPM by the vocal minority - Believe it or not, most people, Star Wars fans and non-fans alike, liked TPM. It was mostly the press that disliked it, and the press is very influential. Most problems people had with TPM ranged from asinine ("There's no Han Solo character!") to just stupid ("It was too happy!") to just lame ("It was racist!"). With that kind of feedback in the media, people are going to be less likely to see AOTC. TPM wasn't the huge epic adventure they were expecting. Why should they see AOTC?
The Jar Jar factor - Most people didn't like Jar Jar. I can understand why, although I disagree completely. If anyone's a Han Soloish character, it's him. He's very textured, very layered, and very real. He is also going to be in AOTC, albeit in a smaller role and much more mature.
The 'N Sync factor - Yes, it's true. Three members of 'N Sync have a bit of a cameo. Now, I hate 'N Sync as much as the next guy, but I honestly don't see the problem. So they're from a crappy boy band. It's not like they have actual parts or anything. They're just uncredited extras who may never actually make it into the movie. If there wasn't any press about it, no one would have noticed.
There's just two more Living in Greytown strips left. Then it's over. It's sad. Oh well.
So, I feel a bit better today than I did yesterday. Plus I get out of class at 12:45, which is good. I like short days.
1-3-2
Happy New Year. I should make a resolution, but I don't wanna. I never keep them.
I started working on my comic. I hope it doesn't suck. I think it's pretty good. I don't have much done, though.
Speaking of comics, Living in Greytown is going to end in a week. That sucks. I love that comic. I don't know why. Not even Tina can understand my fascination with it. At any rate, I've started saving all the strips to my hard drive. I'm over halfway there.
I really like Garbage.
Did you know that truth has a statute of limitations? It's true. Like, if Plato said something, it becomes false, simply because we live in a different time. Oh, wait. That can't be right.
I will say this about truth, though: It's offensive. I'm serious. People don't like to hear the truth about much of anything because it offends them. They prefer to stick to comfortable lies. They excuse it be claiming that truth is all subjective. I can't stand these people, especially when they try to get philosophical.
I was at Lula's recently, and I had to use the restroom. It's a coffee shop, so it's to be expected. Anyway, I was standing there, draining the weasel, when I noticed writing on the wall. I started to read it, and the first thing that occurred to me was that way too many people bring pens into restrooms. I read a little further, and people were spouting off pretentious, pseudophilosophical ideals, like "Everything is relative, and truth is in insight." WTF? Did this person actually think about this or just pull it out of his ass? Did he just think it sounded cool? There's way too many people out there adopting philosophies simply because they sound cool.
So anyway...
We were at George's New Year's Eve party, and we were playing charades. Mom had to do Teenage Catgirls in Heat. George got it right off the bat. He says he just made it up, but we all know better.
I'm really about done with Oprah.