Since I found out myspace deletes blogs after a certain number ... i'll be copying my blogs to blogger as well.
i'm sure you care so much...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
okay... i tried to be short and sweet about this but...
Someone commended me for my concise, succinct tribute George Carlin today. I simply blogged the list of 7 dirty words.
Now... we all know Carlin was so much more than that list. But to be honest, it was truly hard for me to function today. Carlin's death hit harder than I ever thought the death of any person whom I never met personally could hit me. Honestly, at the time, those 7 words were all I could write.
But I had to go and fuck it up. Here's a video in which Carlin hits it on all cylinders. This is not a comedy bit. This is not a rant. This is logic applied to philosophy as only he could do, as we should all aspire to do. Carlin was THE blue collar philosopher. Carlin is my Martin Luther King, my Jesus. Here's why:
Now... we all know Carlin was so much more than that list. But to be honest, it was truly hard for me to function today. Carlin's death hit harder than I ever thought the death of any person whom I never met personally could hit me. Honestly, at the time, those 7 words were all I could write.
But I had to go and fuck it up. Here's a video in which Carlin hits it on all cylinders. This is not a comedy bit. This is not a rant. This is logic applied to philosophy as only he could do, as we should all aspire to do. Carlin was THE blue collar philosopher. Carlin is my Martin Luther King, my Jesus. Here's why:
Too Kool for Kool-Aid
Okay... I'm either way out of touch or I'm the coolest kid on the block. Let me es'plain:
I spend alot of time on myspace and gmail. They're the best ways to communicate since the Mr. Bell wired up his telephone. Gmail is beautiful for IMs and altogether keeping track of folks. And best of all it's clean. Hardly any flashy ads jumping out at you: "buy this" "take this; it'll make it bigger."
Myspace is a completely different animal as you all know. For the most part I despise ads, which is surprising considering some of the work I've done... To tell you the truth it's surprising that it's taken me this long to realize what IS actually flashing at me from every spare corner of the screen when I visit this place. I guess I've gotten quite adept at blocking them out. But today... this spectacular piece of advertising caught my eye:
...
who... the... fuck... cares... ?
Do teenage girls still give three shits about Jennifer Aniston?
Do 20-somethings still oooo and awww at any and all former cast members of Friends?
I don't get it... And there's no telling what I've missed by blocking out these little digital fireworks... who knows how many Britney or Lindsey buttons I've failed to acknowledge.
So I'm giving myself a test (and sharing it with you)
It'll be kinda like a scavenger hunt of sorts:
Am I weird to care more about this couple,
than this couple?
Am I out of touch when I say this dude,
was 10x more of an athlete than this choad?
Am I crazy when I say this lady,
is way sexier than this plastic slut?
Am I just getting old when I say that this woman,
should be held in higher historical regard than this woman?
Am I stupid for thinking this crew,
is much more interesting to watch than this poo?
Am I a dolt for thinking this man,
is way more relevant than this douche?
Am I a tool for thinking this dude,
is funnier than this pud?
JEEZUZ! this pud is funnier than that pud!
I spend alot of time on myspace and gmail. They're the best ways to communicate since the Mr. Bell wired up his telephone. Gmail is beautiful for IMs and altogether keeping track of folks. And best of all it's clean. Hardly any flashy ads jumping out at you: "buy this" "take this; it'll make it bigger."
Myspace is a completely different animal as you all know. For the most part I despise ads, which is surprising considering some of the work I've done... To tell you the truth it's surprising that it's taken me this long to realize what IS actually flashing at me from every spare corner of the screen when I visit this place. I guess I've gotten quite adept at blocking them out. But today... this spectacular piece of advertising caught my eye:
...
who... the... fuck... cares... ?
Do teenage girls still give three shits about Jennifer Aniston?
Do 20-somethings still oooo and awww at any and all former cast members of Friends?
I don't get it... And there's no telling what I've missed by blocking out these little digital fireworks... who knows how many Britney or Lindsey buttons I've failed to acknowledge.
So I'm giving myself a test (and sharing it with you)
It'll be kinda like a scavenger hunt of sorts:
Am I weird to care more about this couple,
than this couple?
Am I out of touch when I say this dude,
was 10x more of an athlete than this choad?
Am I crazy when I say this lady,
is way sexier than this plastic slut?
Am I just getting old when I say that this woman,
should be held in higher historical regard than this woman?
Am I stupid for thinking this crew,
is much more interesting to watch than this poo?
Am I a dolt for thinking this man,
is way more relevant than this douche?
Am I a tool for thinking this dude,
is funnier than this pud?
JEEZUZ! this pud is funnier than that pud!
The Tonto Woman
okay... huge Elmore Leanard fan... but i've never read this story... just caught the short film by Daniel Barber, a fine piece of work... i recommend it to everyone... short, sweet... just enuff time to invest in the characters before yer rewarded... even a synopsis of the plot would give it away so here's a short clip:
Haiku.... i have no idea what i’m doing...
never written haiku before...
I will find my home.
All these ropes and riggings
must be tied securely...
...it can't be this easy.
anybody know if this is correct?
I will find my home.
All these ropes and riggings
must be tied securely...
...it can't be this easy.
anybody know if this is correct?
On Getting a Grip and Sweaty Palms
It's so hard to remember that you've been here before... so don't fret.
This eventually goes away and inevitabley returns.
There's no consolation in this but you weren't promised anything and strangely there is consolation in that.
This eventually goes away and inevitabley returns.
There's no consolation in this but you weren't promised anything and strangely there is consolation in that.
giving up
im so tired of getting shit on.
beaten up.
taken advantage of...
how does one carry this much baggage?
how do people go on?
so tired.
so fuckin tired of getting nowhere....
of doing the right thing....
my reward for a job well done is a crystal dining plate filled with shit and no one bothered to leave any silverware.
i don't get it anymore.
nice guys finish last.
bad guys get the girl.
people who've made virtually no contribution always win.
i've never won anything.
i have tried.
i have tried until my brain is red and sore and burnt
when does one give up?
when do you finally look around you and behind you and realize that somewhere along the way... somewhere in the vast arrow of time.... you got cursed...?
cursed. hexed.
done.
beaten up.
taken advantage of...
how does one carry this much baggage?
how do people go on?
so tired.
so fuckin tired of getting nowhere....
of doing the right thing....
my reward for a job well done is a crystal dining plate filled with shit and no one bothered to leave any silverware.
i don't get it anymore.
nice guys finish last.
bad guys get the girl.
people who've made virtually no contribution always win.
i've never won anything.
i have tried.
i have tried until my brain is red and sore and burnt
when does one give up?
when do you finally look around you and behind you and realize that somewhere along the way... somewhere in the vast arrow of time.... you got cursed...?
cursed. hexed.
done.
On the Waterfront
On the Waterfront. Holy crap. Maybe it's simply me reaching my mid-30s. Maybe it's the fact that I can personally relate to Terry Malloy's inner turmoil. Whatever it is, the scene with Brando and Steiger in that back of that cab--yes, the whole "I could've been a contender!" speech--is probably the greatest 5 minutes of acting by any two people ever filmed. Unfortunately this thing has been shown out of context and spoofed so many times that it's almost lost its punch. But I challenge you to watch this movie again. And if you've never seen this film then you've never seen a film. Ever wondered why Brando is such a big deal? This movie is yer answer.
I'm tellin ya that cab scene will punch you in the gut.
I'm tellin ya that cab scene will punch you in the gut.
Jin-Roh
I finally got around to watching this film 10 years after its release. Yes... it is a Japanese animated flick.... But, please don't judge this thing if you've never seen truly good Japanese cinema. There is action, sure. But the core of the film is heartbreaking drama. Main character, Kazuki Fuse, is a police official in an alternate history of post-WWII Japan racked by rebellion and riots. During an operation to quell mob violence, Kazuki fails to stop a young suicide bomber from blowing herself up. Kazuki goes to a mausoleum to visit the girls grave and meets her sister, Kei Amemiya, eventually falling in love with her. And the film snowballs from there.
Again, this is really more of a drama than any typical "sci-fi anime." The art and animation are amazing, and not a stitch of CGI to be seen. It's a beautiful, dark film that any movie lover could wrap his/her head around.
Trust me... you guys know I'm always right about these things...
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