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Monday, July 07, 2003
Ah, welcome, any and all fans of C'est non un blog. As you've probably noticed I haven't posted in a while. That's because I've pretty much decided that we are moving permanently over to livejournal. In case the mess below has you confused, I'll try to put the link in there one more time for you.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/maneatingcow23/
I'm hoping that for once there is an actual link you can click on above. If not, I'm sorry. I can't figure this mess out. That's part of the reason for the switch over to livejournal. Make sure to visit me in my new location. There are already a number of fun posts there. I'll try to keep it updated as much as possible. I promiss.
So this is the last post. It's been fun for the short amount of time we've been together blogger!
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
I think I'm moving the old C'est Non Un Blog over to live journal. All you big fans can still read my insane posts at this link:
Who knows, I might keep posting in both places for a while. Be on the lookout!
I'll share with you the two interesting conversations I had last night:
A) Sara[] and I came up with her new secret identity: Dr. Void. Dr. Void is an evil doctor of (we're not really sure on what yet. My best idea was evil doctor of being a shampoo girl, but that doesn't really roll off of the tongue) who wears a welding mask and a T shirt that is her Evil diploma (from whatever she got evil in). Her plan for world domination is to distract everyone from what they are doing, so that they all lose their jobs, and then the global economy falls into chaos. If someone is guarding, say a precious jewel, she distracts him while someone else steals the jewel. She doesn't actually steal it herself, she just distracts him, which makes her that much more evil. All the other Evil Doctor would-be super villians are jealous of how really evil she really is.
B) I. J. and I had a talk about how he should be getting some. He should take one of the boats and drive to the nearest villiage where a bunch of Russian girls are canning salmon, find one of those girls and then fuck her brains out doggie style in one of the vats of salmon. He should also smack her ass a lot until it is the same color of the salmon. This must be followed to the T. This is what we talked about.
Ok, enough of that nonsense.
I had a dream the other night when we were having a huge thunderstorm. In it the united states was in the middle of a nuclear holocaust. The survivors made their way to a ravaged, post Olympic (yes, that's what I mean) New York City and on the journey I am given Jesus/messiah powers by a mystical tree. I thus try to save and control my people in NYC.
Last night I had a dream where I was trying to stop the Terminatrix from destroying the world by playing a game of blitz ball against her and her team. Only it was more like beach vollyball in the water where I could fly.
Yeah, I should have my head checked out.
Ok, one day, and still no word from anyone if they, in fact, read my last message. That's ok though. People must not have gotten around to checking to see if it was updated yet.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Yeah, so it's been a while since my last post. Although not that long, considering if you compare mine to all of the other blogs I check regularly it's like I post every other second. But I digress. Theirs are usually more interesting anyway. Which makes me wonder: Since I have no means on this blog of getting responses from others, and since no one has ever mentioned reading my blog entries, does anyone actually read this? Is all of this all for nothing? Who am I writing too?
Which makes me wonder about the blog phenomena. Pretty much a blog is an online diary. But then in the past, when diaries weren't online, people generally didn't want others to read their diaries. They were private. Girls put big giant padlocks on their diaries so that little brothers couldn't snoop and blurt out at dinner who Susie had a crush on. For pretty much all of human civilization, journals and the like were not meant to be read directly after writing them; people didn't give out their personal feelings to others; journals were only meant to be read years after the said person died. What does this mean for human civilization then? We live in a world where reality television is becoming more and more popular. And it's come closer to home: instead of watching a bunch of voluntiers on an island, we now watch unsuspecting participants being played pranks on. "Punk'd" and "X'ed" are becoming part of the pop culture vocabulary. Everyone it seems wants to be on TV, everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. As a country we seem to be more prepared than ever to talk in front of a movie camera. Personal camcorders got us comfortable with the idea, and popular media made us want to be on TV. Everyone wants their life out on display if only for a little more love from the world. Big Brother 4 is coming out soon, the ultimate show for people who want every inch of their lives on display for America (and if you have good internet, the world).
What is this new cultural phemonena, that we all are less bashful than we have ever been? Why do I, and countless others write on these web logs? And where does the line stop? Can I bad mouth a friend in this forum, and think nothing of it because of the idea that this is only a journal? Well of course not, but it makes you wonder where the line should be drawn, what should you keep public and what should you keep private.
That's a whole lot of rambling, isn't it?
I have a question for anyone who might actually still be (or ever was) reading this: Do you enjoy my reviews that I post in this forum? Especially the Global Underground ones, does anyone actually read them or get any enjoyment from doing so (knowing that most people have no idea what Global Underground even is, or anything about dance music at that)? Would you like to see more reviews? More in depth say movie or TV reviews? Or would you rather get just plain life news from me? Let me know, you know where to write.
Friday, June 27, 2003
Still hot. Probably hotter now. damn you heat! I don't feel like doing anything other than watch movies right now.
I got my twofer of Punch-Drunk Love and Cowboy Bebop: The Movie in the mail yesterday, and watched them both already. Good stuff.
It's so hot that I feel rather uninspired right now. I'll get back to you later...
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
I finally got my collected volume of short stories by Philip K. Dick yesterday. I'm 160 pages into it (that's about 7 stories) and I'm really enjoying it. Good stuff, this Philip K. Dick writes.
Man the weather shifted fast. First it was all rainy and cold, but then suddenly yesterday it gets all hot and humid. Not fun. And suddenly there are like a million bugs that came out from the rain, just waiting to annoy the piss out of me. It is insane. I suddenly don't want to go out on walks anymore. It's no fun. You are dripping wet, walking faster than normal swatting at flies circling in for the kill. Not cool bugs, not cool.
My parents are gone for the weekend, so anyone who wants to have a house party better get up to my house quick. They'll be back on Monday.
I find it doesn't take much to fill up a day. Obviously, since I don't really do anything ever, and yet don't really seemed bothered by this.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
This weekend my friend Josh came up from New Rochelle (he used to live in Hoosick Fall up to our Freshman year in college, when midway his mom moved down there because I guess she had been doing a lot of commuting and was sick of it, now that both her kids were out of the house). Well this was the third time he's come up since moving out of old Hoosick, and it's always a good time when he comes up (mostly because I'm usually all alone for most of the time I'm home, so really seeing any friend I don't hate is a good time). Anyway, the visit was also interesting in that for the first time in like two-three years I'd seen more than two people from Hoosick Falls at the same time. Josh came up Friday night and stayed over at my house, then Saturday Ross came up for a while before we went to go see the Hulk with Harry Moore and Brian Barry. That's right, a whole FOUR people I knew! I don't remember visiting with that many people since like the summer after freshman year. Most of them I also hadn't seen in years, probably because people around here aren't very good at keeping in touch. Anyway, Ross is starting to go bald, Harry is already going bald, Josh is probably the best I've seen him yet, and Brian has become much grumpier a seclusive. Otherwise things had remained pretty much the same, and it was fun to see that I interact pretty much the same way with my High School friends as I do with my already graduated a year ahead of me Bard friends. We had pretty much the same joke about how Josh was fat as Sara[]'s jokes about Dave's (and then my) fat ass. (Josh has just about the same build as Dave, tall and lanky). There was a recurring joke about how Harry's parents were dead, which I'm sure if anyone around us actually heard what we were saying they would be horrified (of course they aren't dead--just stupid). There was a lot of talk about movies, a lot of idiocy, and just enough amount of good times to feel like I had some of my friends back again. Ross and Harry are back to living in Hoosick Falls again, so I can probably hang out with them now (unlike every other summer in college when no one lived here any more.) We almost got Rachel to hang out with too, to add that much needed female touch, but alas she had to go to the mall (for those keeping track, she is the one I took to my prom, after I found out from my mom, from her mom, that she had broken up with her boyfriend. I know that wasn't really smooth on my hand, but she was hot, so what else was I to do?)
The Hulk was really cool. I'm up in the air over whether or not it was actually great, but it was probably the best comic adaptation I've ever seen. Finally Ang Lee steps up to the plate as someone who actually wants to make a good movie out of his property with actual depth of character, and some semblance of a story. It wasn't perfect, but he definately set the bar higher for other adaptations of the future.
So after that we dropped Brian off because aparently he had to eat his mom's dinner, and the rest of us went to the infamous Fall's Diner, home of every old person in Hoosick Falls and lots of not so great food. I swear it was my burger that made me feel sick later. Had to be. Anyway, it was good to be with a bunch of friends talking and laughing and such, a party which spilled over into my house until about 11:30 when everyone left and I watched a repeat of SNL. I'll probably call up Ross and Harry next weekend after my parents are out so that we can have some fun, and hopefully watch Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle (is it wrong that I'm so looking forward to this?)
Friday, June 20, 2003
Here's Global Underground review number two:
011 Nick Warren Budapest, Hungary CD1: A CD2: A
What they say:
He’s stoking a furnace of trance, a fiery and dramatic music that’s packed with meticulous melody and low end squelch theory. A simultaneous peace and screaming that just keeps building.
What I say:
CD1: This disk continually moves forward like a runaway trance bullet train, speeding across the countryside. Light, airy melodies float above you as the beat pushes on, bouncing below as the force of the rails reverberates around you. Every once and a while the two forces converge and a cosmic event occurs. Uplifting heaven-sent trance lifts up around you and drives you forward, as towns pass by or you enter a tunnel dug into a mountain. Now and then a groove is thrown in for good measure, used with the delicate touch of a master chef adding in a spice. Vibrations flutter about your body, the sounds swing around you. Searching for the right approach it swirls around you like dead leaves caught in the air. Although this train ride lacks in variety, it makes up for it with consistency.
CD2: If disk one was a trip on a bullet train, then now we are flying transcontinental with style. This is flash and boom trance that bolts you upright right from the start with its dark, lights-out progressive acid trips combined with mature melodies that shiver up and down your spine. This one was made for clubbers. Each track encourages an orgy of sex-fueled dancing, and just when you thought you had had enough the music drops out from under you only to build into something bigger and badder. You feel like you are floating over the sonic soundscapes of the globe as the forces of light and dark fight an epic battle with your ears. The dark trance that wins over in the end, with just a hint of house, picks you up and throws you around like a rag doll. Disk one is the warm up; this is the main event.
Next up: Dave Seaman goes to Argentina.
A few news briefs to wrap your head around:
Batman 5: Every now and then news comes along that scares the hell out of me, today is no exception. According to E! Online it seems that not only is Ashton Kutchner a candidate for the role of Batman, he is in fact the ONLY candidate. Seems that "when now out director Brett Ratner got close to casting Superman this year, he tested and retested Kutcher, who apparently did well. The "known mostly as a comic actor and that's even a stretch" Kutcher seemed to want Bats over Supes (who wouldn't?) and is now close to being announced as the lead in the flick to be directed by Christopher Nolan". This rumour was backed up by a report from DH insider 'Turncoat' who elaborates a bit more on the situation - "Christopher Nolan wants Guy Pearce. I think that's about the extent of it. Essentially, the studio has had another 'Ratner' situation on their hands, because the director wants someone, and the studio wants someone else. That someone the studio wants is Ashton Kutcher. Thankfully, it's not as big a deal as the whole Superman thing [which has been madness], because in this place everyone gets along - and from what I hear Kutcher is the new Batman. Done deal".
Aston Kutcher as Batman? Someone kill me now. Clooney was a better choice for Christ's sake. Please, Warner Brothers, come to your senses and go with Christopher Nolan's pick of Guy Pearce. He knows more than you. He will make an amazing movie. You will make Batman 5. No one wants that. It's time to start this series over.
Also, Jonathan Frakes (who you all know as Riker from ST:TNG) is now the in the lead for the man who makes the new Superman movie. Surely they can do better than that?
And finally some news I find very humorous:
Grease 3: Moviehole reports that John Travolta has turned down the third film as he was advised it would be a bad career move.
Now where was that guy when John Travolta decided to make every other film he's been in since Face:Off? Or when he thought Battlefield Earth would (and still is) be a good thing?
Here's my first Global Underground review. Nick Warren in Budapest is up next.
010 Danny Tenaglia Athens, Greece CD1: A+ CD2: A-
What they say:
Sexy, deep, dark house, racked full of tracks that carry their guns slung low: No flashy tricks, just a boom and a flash and another bassline from disco Hell!
What I say:
CD1: Dark forces are at work in Athens. Danny puts you into a deep, dark groove and keeps you there, while a thumping bassline, like an excited heartbeat, pushes the music forward. The vocals drip sleazy house. Sci-fi sirens pull you deep into outer space while the beats march forward like the sound of a machine army. Then suddenly the baseline drops away and a melody takes over that pulls you through the depths of the sea. Bouncing pings echo off the cave walls, until you finally are pushed up to the surface in a rush while drums madly shoot around you like schools of darting fish. Your boat breaks waves prior to you’re wandering of an abandoned city. Cymbals echo off of the concrete walls and you become lost in Miss Kitten’s demented carnival sideshow while dark bogeyman house drips sex off the walls. This is a dark funk you don’t want to mess with. This is why I love dance music.
Essential listening.
CD2: This one keeps the sweat but loses the sleaze. Danny’s lightened up a little since disk one, but that’s not entirely a good thing. This one starts off with a bang though, placing you in the position of a gladiator entering a grand international dance arena. There is an epic feel to it. He knows where he’s going and he dares you not to dance. The beginning of the set is filled with tribal rhythms. The dance gods finally let rain notes from above and then suddenly you are on a highway for the second part of your journey. Here the sun begins to shine a little. You’re driving along as the sun sets. At the end of the road Danny mixes it up with some trance with, naturally, mixed results. At one point the sun breaks through the cracks and makes every clubber shout “freedom!” Some may cry, as trance has been known to change people’s lives. But for the most part you are just enjoying a hazy, lazy summer afternoon. There’s nothing to write home about, and yet you have no plans of going anywhere.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Man it's humid today. It wasn't too hot today, but man did the humidity make it feel like it was. After walking up the hill my shirt was sticking to me. I did get the bright idea during my walk that I should take my dad's camera up with me. Hopefully I'll get some good shots from that, if I decide to do it tomorrow.
My friend Josh from high school is coming up this weekend to hang out with me and my other friend, Ross. Should be loads o' fun. We'll see the Hulk, discuss movies for longer than most people think about movies in their entire lives, and do so other chilling around the house. Here's hoping for some good times. (unlike all those other shitty times!)
Last night I took a new approach to rating Global Underground CDs, (I'm now on 010) in that I started taking notes while listening to the music so that I was able to pull a pretty entertaining review for CD1 out of it. I'll probably do CD2 tonight, and get the full review to you later to read. Danny Tenaglia is the man.
EW panned The Hulk. Here's hoping Lisa was just being stupid again.
Oh, I finally got my room clean! How long has it been? Now, at last, you can walk all the way around my bed without having to climb over something. I'm excited. Anyway, I'm off to la-la land now.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
The Deftones have to be the greatest metal band ever. I love them ever so much. Their new self-titled album kicks major ass. I think they bring something to metal that most other bands ignore--melody. There's a real soul to their music that I love.
I've pissed off a lot of people lately. I've been pretty rage induced. I'm not sure why. It'll pass. It always does. In fact in might be the weather. Today I feel quite good after taking my walk. I get a little grumpy without it.
I watched my very illegal internet bootleg of Trainspotting last night. I burned it onto a cd on my old computer, but for some reason my new computer won't recognize it so I had to play it through the old. It cuts off at the very end and I'm not sure I have the whole movie. There's no credits, so I just have to have faith that that's where it ends. It seems like a good enough spot. Ewan has just ripped everyone off, he's talking about how he wants to get a real life while the camera fades out. Please email me if there is anything after that.
Right now I'm listening through all 25 Global Underground cds in order, and now I'm on 008. It's a pretty fun journey. A lot of these earlier ones I haven't listened to much, so I'm glad I'm getting back in touch with them now.
Saturday, June 14, 2003
I mistakenly said that Deep Dish was made up of Ali and Dubfire in the last post. That's a mistake. Ali Dubfire is one person, Sharam is the other. I know no one noticed, or cared, about this mistake, but I could not let said mistake go unnoted.
On the bat situation: For all I know, the bat is gone. I didn't see it leave, but it's not there any longer, so we have that much to be thankful for.
In other news yesterday i got the holy grail of all toys, the Macfarlane Toys box set Alien Queen with Cocooned Woman and Chest Burster, with real chest bursting action! It rules beyond all comparison. It shames all of my other toys. This puppy is 10 inches tall and almost twice as long, lovingly faithfully crafted to look exactly like the real thing. I put it on desplay on my book shelf with my Alien vs. Predator toys. Now all I need is half a milky Bishop, one kick ass Marine, and Ripley either in a power loader or even better with Newt in one arm and a flame thrower in the other, and I will have the coolest toy collection known to man. Man the Alien Queen is so cool. It has to be seen to be believed.
I also got the new Global Underground yesterday. Talk about a good day! This one is 25th aniversary CD (although that means 25 cds, not 25 years, although it's not even really 25 because number 2 was really just a t-shirt, but I digress waaaay too much) featuring Deep Dish, with solo Afterhours disks to come out from Ali and Dubfire in July. Man I love Deep Dish. This disk doesn't disappoint.
I also managed to make a listenably version of my 2 Many DJs cd I bought off of Ebay. It didn't even take me that long. It's burned now and everything, and sounds sweet.
Today I saw The Italian Job with my dad. I really liked it. If you think about it, the movie has no real substance, but as a heist flick it is very entertaining and worth a look.
Last night I watched Momento again with my sister. I think I might have finally figured it out, if there is anything to figure out that is. I also watched Leon: The Professional which is an excellent flick by one of my favorite directors, Luc Besson. Check it out if you haven't.
Friday, June 13, 2003
There is a bat in our house.
My sister comes up to my room a little while ago saying there was a bird in the basement (which has happened before. I go down there....and that ain't no bird. There is a bat flying around the basement in little circles. I say bat and my sister starts freaking, asking me what to do. I don't know how to catch a freakin' bat. So I figure, well, why not lock it in the basement, and then figure things out during the day (preferably when my dad comes back home. Tonight of all nights he is on a business trip). The instant I come up with this idea the bat flies up to the first floor.
Great.
So we go up looking for it. It's flying around the house, round and round it goes. Everyonce and a while it flies extremely close to my head and freaks me out. I shut my sister's and my room doors and the bathroom, and hope to god the bat flies back into the basement. I get my sister to man the door in case it does go down. I go up to ask my mom what to do. (dodging the bat as I go) My mom, interestingly enough doesn't give a rat's ass and bitches me out for waking her up. "I don't know how to get rid of a bat. You deal with it." While I'm talking with my mom I hear a door slam and then nothing. After saying sorry to my mom, and bitching my dad out for not being home, I go down to see my sister standing there.
Did you get the bat?
"I don't know."
Well, did it go into the basement?
"I don't know."
So I walk around the house looking for anything flying around, and nothing is there, so I feel good. It's (I hope) in the basement now, to be dealt with later.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Welcome to your daily (most of the time) dose of Ben!
My life is not as exciting as it may seem from the outside. I really don't do much. And yet I must be blessed with some evolutionary characteristic that enables me to not mind. At all! I mean, today I pretty much just played Mechcommander for no obvious reason, and then downloaded some MP3 software onto my computer so that I can rip and play MP3s without using the extremely shitty Dell MusicMatch. Which means hello Winamp 2.9123somethingsomething. I love Winamp. I was even able to move my favorite skin for it from my two computers even though I could no longer find it on the Winamp website for some reason. And thank god I didn't have to download Winamp3, because for all of you who haven't downloaded it, it blows major chunks. Also, use CDex to rip all of your MP3 needs, because it kicks ass. I'll give a shout out to Josh for the heads up on that one.
Right now I'm trying to take all of the two second gaps out of a cd I bought on EBay. It's a mix CD, and in the description for the CD it said that even though it was a burnt copy of the original it wouldn't have any skips or gaps. Well it did have gaps, the lying bitch. So now I'm doing the long and tedious task of slowly rendering each gap (the cd has 45 of them) one by one. It should take, oh, forever. I hope it turns out ok after all of that effort.
Is it just me, or is CSI trying to outdo itself every week in the grossness factor? Because if so, they are doing it remarkably well.
I've really got to clean my room. It's out of control. Extremely. But I just can't stop playing with my new laptop, dammit!
You ever see the Seinfeld where Jerry forgot to take a book back to the library in like the 70's? It was an episode in like the first or second season. Anyway, the library cop, Mr. Bookman, is hilarious. Must be seen by all!
Anyway, I'm heading out folks. Have fun!
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Got my new laptop in the mail today, and this time the screen on it works! Yea! So the new laptop is actually what I am typing this message on. Groovy! I love new laptop day. Now I just have to stick the old one in the box the new one came in and ship it out.
In less happy computer news, I wanted to hook my external Zipdrive up to my laptop so that I could transfer files between my old computer to the new. Unfortunately I can't find the software for it anywhere. I have no idea where it is. This blows. Maybe my dad will know where it is.
We got a new grill yesterday, and it's pretty cool. My dad and I set it up in the garage last night, my dad being about as happy as a little kid with a new toy. Needless to say he got me to help him put it together immediately to get rid of the shitty old one. That grill had got the glass window over the grill so hot that it blew up, so now there is no glass. And the burner burned through so that these huge propane flames spring out of nowhere. Just a side note: Our last grill my dad actually blew up. That was pretty cool.
Anyway, we put that together last night, but he left for me today the task of taking apart the old shitty one, which was pretty much welded together from the heat of the grill. Nothing was coming apart. I got one of the legs off, but the other one won't unscrew. I left it for dad. He wants to take it to the dump in pieces so bad, he can do it himself. The screws that I was having problems with were probably in the worst places known to man, right inside the grill. So of course they are buried under an inch of ash and crap, and melted together and whatever. What a pain in the ass. I got my sister to come help me, and even the two of us together couldn't budge the nut. Bitch. That pissed me off.
Right now I'm reading Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly, which like most drug related entertainment, it starts out really cool and hip and interesting, and ends rather depressing (as I guess the act of taking a drug is too). So anyway, I'm almost done with that...I'll probably have a quick review for that when I'm done.
Last night my sister and I watched Casablanca and Breathless, because, well, there was shit on TV. Why would I want to sit in front of my TV and take a test? Stupid Fox, I don't care about my IQ. Casablanca of course is a classic. Perfect in just about every way. It really has the script to end all scripts, the final scene especially filled with entirely with heavily quoted lines, back to back. Breathless is not as good, and Godard goes a little crazy with the editing at times, but what's really great about this movie I think is the story, the courting and romance that develops between the two main characters. It's one of the most real relationship films I've ever seen, in that there is a scene in the middle of the film that goes on forever, where the main characters don't really say anything important, and yet they are feeling each other out, trying to figure out their motives, their personalities. Both are guarded towards the other, the man about his past, the girl about love, and it feels very natural and plays out well to the end. I approve.
I'm downloading AOL Instant Messanger right now...hopefully I'll be on soon folks.
Sunday, June 08, 2003
It's amazing how house music can get you pumped up for summer. Just open the windows to get a breeze blowing in, pump up the volume on the stereo, and then pop in some groovin' house dance music, and the party starts itself. House music is so awesome in the summer. It makes you want to gyrate your sweaty body really close to someone else's sweaty body. It makes you want to jump and shout. I dare say it makes everything ok. Definately better to listening to some depressing music. Right now I've got in Danny Tenaglia's Choice: A Collection of Classics, and while I didn't really listen to it much when I got it in the dead of winter, I like it a lot more today. It's definately summer music. Pop in Frankie Knuckles' The Whistle Song, close your eyes, and you're on the beach living it up. Or better yet, find the Fantastic Plastic Machine version of the song. I kicks major major ass.
It's amazing how house music can get you pumped up for summer. Just open the windows to get a breeze blowing in, pump up the volume on the stereo, and then pop in some groovin' house dance music, and the party starts itself. House music is so awesome in the summer. It makes you want to gyrate your sweaty body really close to someone else's sweaty body. It makes you want to jump and shout. I dare say it makes everything ok. Definately better to listening to some depressing music. Right now I've got in Danny Tenaglia's Choice: A Collection of Classics, and while I didn't really listen to it much when I got it in the dead of winter, I like it a lot more today. It's definately summer music. Pop in Frankie Knuckles' The Whistle Song, close your eyes, and you're on the beach living it up. Or better yet, find the
You know, I've never made out with anyone in the summer before. This is something I'd very much like to do now. I don't care if she's skanky (as long as she's a hot skanky), there's just something about it being light out still at 9PM, and hot, and just making out with someone and getting all sweaty. Running around outside, getting in trouble...this is what I want to do this summer...too bad I live out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe I should try to get into town...or get job...
I haven't posted in a little while, and I feel responsible for updating this for any of you who might actually be checking in on this on a daily basis, you sad sad souls. I would update more often, but my internet is so slow in my room that I usually just check my email and then log off in disgust at my slow load times, and then go wack off or something. Today, masterbation will wait!
I know, I know...Waaay too much info Ben. I just put that in there to keep you awake. And I think it's funny to imagine in my mind each person groaning in disgust when they read that. I imagine Sara void puking green vomit while her head spins around a la the Exorcist, or that Anna is punching me in the head. I also like to imagine that people read this, and thus can groan in disgust. It makes me feel important.
So what have I done lately? Buffy Buffy Buffy. I popped in my Season 3 DVDs which I haven't watched yet, and delightfully realized that I haven't seen that much of season 3, unlike what I thought, so I watched the whole thing in like three days. Buffy is awesome. I love it. Season 3 kicks ass. Pick up all three seasons of Buffy on DVD, you won't find a better way to waste your money.
Season three is also great for introducing my favorite Buffy character, Anya, who kicks all ass beyond belief. I would date her in a second, if only I had the chance. Damn you geography!
I saw Finding Nemo this weekend, at the Saturday One PM matinee where every little kid in the surrounding hillsides could be found. I wouldn't have gone then, but hey it was the only time my dad would take me. He's not really into paying full price for a ticket...whatever. Anyway, Finding Nemo is so good it almost made me forget the little devils...er, kids. Almost! It was that good. See it! One odd thing...I saw a lot of grown ups walking in and out of the theater during the movie, which is to be expected, but I didn't see that many kids with them, which I found odd. Think about that for a minute...what the hell were they doing? Probably trying to get away from the monsters i think. Anyway, the fun thing about this movie I think, is that the guy who did the music for the Shawshank Redemtion did the music for this, and you will know this because at times you actually expect Tim Robbins to walk in and break Nemo out of his fish tank. It's weird.
Also saw Femme Fatale and Equilibrium. Femme Fatale is sexy in all of the right ways, and great film making in many right ways, that is until you get to the "twist" ending, which makes no sense and will either make the movie good for you, or totally ruin it for you like it did for me. It's fun to watch though, I recommend it. Hot lesbian sex scene at Cannes. HOT lesbian sex scene. Also a pretty nice strip tease by Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, although you don't get to see boob, but you do see it a little bit later...for no reason. Why no for the strip tease, but yes later, I'll never know. Anyway, you should see it, even though you'll probably hate it.
Equilibrium I hated though. I really wanted to love it, but I couldn't. It has a lot of really great ideas that weren't really thought out all that well. What you get is a movie that could have been cool, but unfortunately falls flat in so many ways. Damn that!
Anyway, life has consisted mainly of Buffy for the past couple days, so unless you want to hear me ramble on about that for hours, this post is done.
As if you could talk back. HA
