Sunday, February 27, 2005

Eastwood makes a shout-out to his peeps back in MoCo yo!

2005 Oscars 77th Academy Awards News from Yahoo! Movies

Was it just me or was the Oscars trying a bit too hard to be "more hip"? If you call being "more Black" equalling being more hip then, yeah, I guess so. I think this was a matter of there being more african american noms this year so they may have gone a little overboard w/ the excuse they were making up for all the years of not having very many Af.Am. Oscar winners. I mean, what the fuck was Sean "Puffdaddy-PeeDiddy-I-don't-give-a-fuck-daddy" doing there?
Chris Rock was occasionally funny, of course it didn't help any that the censorship nazis probably had sniper trained on him the entire time. I thought when he said to everyone to sit their "asses" down it was going to be a Hong Kong/John Woo moment.
It was overly long, depressed me because I hadn't seen any of the movies nominated, Good for Clint, Salma Hayak has a rack that makes grown men drool, Sean Penn has no sense of humor AND could kick everyone's ass in that theatre (except Clint), Hillary Swank's hubby is still a sobbing pussy, Maybe Robin Williams should host next year, Easy Reader finally gets the little bald guy, and where was Jack?

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Clint Eastwood vs NeoCon Jackasses

:: rogerebert.com :: essays

I remember when Michael Medved had a movie review show on pbs. It was kind of a sad imitation of Siskel (sp) and Ebert. Now this walking abortion is another tool for the far-right-republi-christian cabal that has this nation by the nut-sack.
Alot of the news sites say that Clint (he lives, like 45 minutes from here so I "think" I can call him that) that Clint is a republican. Not so, he has said in several interviews that he is more of a Libertarian (sp). Social Liberal/Fiscal Conservative. In this political climate, big difference. He was the mayor of Carmel and when you're running for mayor of anything it's usually not a matter of political parties anyway.
I want to see Million Dollar Baby and I hope they haven't given too much away with all this bullshit. I guess the far right got tired of beating up gay people and wanted something with more umph to spit on with the Oscars being, like, tomorrow.
As HST would say: Pigfuckers.

Friday, February 25, 2005

When your guy asks you to come home.....

BBC NEWS | Entertainment | Arts | Thompson 'shot himself on phone'

"Mrs Thompson said her husband had asked her to come home from a health club so they could work on his weekly column, but instead of saying goodbye, he shot himself."

I hate to admit this, but there were times when I talked to my ex-girlfriend that I felt like ending a conversation this way.

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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Farewell, Mahalo, BOOM!!

Thompson's Ashes May Be Shot From Cannon

"DENVER (AP) - Hunter S. Thompson, the "gonzo journalist" with a penchant for drugs, guns and flame-thrower prose, might have one more salvo in store for everyone: Friends and relatives want to blast his ashes out of a cannon, just as he wished."

...""If you were going to light up a flash-bomb worthy of Hunter S. Thompson, you'd want to make it an earth-shaker," Williams said."

Maxim Online's Girlfriend of the Day

Christina Ricci

Fear and self-loathing:
"I don't like anyone who likes themselves too much. All these people with great self-esteem, they can go straight to hell as far as I'm concerned."


Anger management:
"I have life rage. I'd say that, deep down, I'm very disillusioned. I've been that way for a very long time. As much as I'm cynical, though, there's a lot of optimism in me—which pretty much assures that over and over, I'm going to be disillusioned. But I have the ability to laugh at all this stuff."


Sticker lands guy in Jail?



"Excuse me, Sir. Could you step out of the car."

"Officer, could you please...um...tell me that's a back-up gun in your pocket?"

"Officials have charged 31-year-old Dean Young, the owner of a yellow Ford Focus displaying the images, with distribution of sexually oriented materials to minors. The charge is a misdemeanor carrying a maximum punishment of 364 days in jail and $1,000 fine. Young is scheduled to appear in magistrate court on the charges in the next few weeks."

The story is here

This is what happens when cops have nothing better to do. Sheesh.

My Daily Links

We all have those sites we go to everyday to catch up on whatever interests we have. News sites. Here are a couple of the places I go after I check my mail.
www.aint-it-cool-news.com

I go here for all the latest genre movie dirt, views and reviews.

www.newsarama.com

Comic book news.

www.comicbookresources.com

Same as above only with columns on Comic book related movies and more rumor mongering.

Monger-Monger-Monger.....heh

www.moviepoopshoot.com

A pop culture news site ran by Kevin Smith's company ViewAskew, who is unto god when it comes to geeks (like me).

http://www.fark.com

News news news and *cough* news.

www.gorillamask.com

Guy stuff, they bring the funny and the boobies.

That's all I can think of now.

D-

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Outlaw, Warrior, and a Man in Pain.

FARK.com: (1366083) Hunter S. Thompson killed himself

I've been reading the talkbacks over at Fark.com about Hunter killing himself. Most of them have been very literate and soulfull. But as with anyone who lived the way HST lived, the trolls come out of the woodwork. When you leave large bootprints on the earth like he did you make alot of enemies.
The first time I heard of him was from a teacher I had in high school. He named his son Hunter in honor of him.
I had just checked out one of his books that I hadn't read from the library a week ago, then this happens. I named this blog in reverence of him. "Songs of the Doomed" was the book.
He was recovering from a broken leg and other ailments. I have a suspicion that the pain drug they were giving him weren't cutting the mustard. I mean, when you spend a good part of you life taking drugs eventually you get a resistance to them. For all we know it was an accidend. The story is still in flux.
He was an American Patriot, told it like it was, burned the enemies of us all down with passion . His words were used like a switchblade in a streetfight. Brutal, sharp, dangerous.
He was a storyteller, he lived his books.
I wish I could be more....deft about all this. I admired the man's art. He will be remembered.

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Monday, February 21, 2005

Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself

Bow you head down Heathen, the Last American Outlaw has past....

"DENVER - Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," fatally shot himself Sunday night at his Aspen-area home, his son said. He was 67."


Hunter was a hero of mine, I have no words right now. More later....

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

If I had money I would have been SO there...

DC Comics @WonderCon

"Well, Bob Schreck did claim that, in "All Star Batman & Robin," Robin will come into the Batcave, see the place is trashed, and believe they've been attacked until Batman and Catwoman emerge looking decidedly disheveled. It was not clear if he was joking, but he did tell us that the Frank Miller / Jim Lee Robin will be Dick Grayson. He also said that when he told Lee that he was working with Frank Miller, "you could here him warbling like Daffy Duck.""

A guy I knew from work before I left for B-more invited me along "only if one of his friends decided not to go" to this Con.

The Bastard...

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Jeffy go 'round in circles

Nascar's Daytona 500

My Dad is really into Nascar. He has a wall in the living room devoted to the die-cast cars of his favorite drivers.
Me, I'm not much into Nascar, I'm more into Football and Baseball (the 49ers and the SF Giants). The Datona 500 was raced today and Jeff Gordon won it. From what my Dad has told me most people hate the guy. He does look like a smug little dude
I've sat and tried to watch it just to see what my he sees in it. Most of it is guys driving around is circles at speeds that would make most guys pee their pants if it was done on the highway. The real drama happens near the end when guys are bumping into each other to pass the finish line.
God, it would help if some of these guys would sound half way literate.
I like Dale Earnhardt Jr though, I saw him on an episode of Cribs and he just seems like a nice Dude. And he games online with a big honkin' T1 line to a bank of computers. He plays the Nascar game online and met a driver who he Hired there. Kinda cool.
So, no real point of this post, but hey life's like that.

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Butch's Gold Watch or A Rant to End All Rants

Back when I was a kid, I think I saw things differently. One of the few things I remember from my youth was wanting people to like me. It was in elementary school, I was very near sighted and I didn't know that I was. I guess I thought the world was Supposed to be blurry unless it was not a foot away from my face. Anyway, I loved comics, I still do to this day. I was in a world of my own as most kids were. Afternoons full of Warner Bros. Cartoons, repeats of the old Adam West Batman show, Ultraman, Captain Cosmic racing a Bart train on channel 2, Classic Star Trek, playing with Mego dolls, reading comics and drawing.
I remember not being able to bring things to school without them being stolen from me.
I wasn't good with people even then, shy kid being picked on by kids bigger than me. I found that trying to be invisible, to not be a target , inevitably to stay in my own world, was the way to survive. Not being able to see likely added to that.
I wanted other kids to like me, they stole from me. To this day it burned a hole in me. I can't stand the thought of people stealing my things. Philosophically I understand that it's all just stuff, replaceable objects. But try telling that to a 5 year old who brought his soundtrack album ( vinyl ) of the Muppet Movie to show and tell, or his Batman Blue Ribbon Digest his Mom bought for him for toughing it out when he got a booster shot, Both Stolen from him at school?
Good luck Bubba.
I hate it when people Lie In Your Face about it too. It brings out a special kind of rage in me. Seething Rage.
Let me give you a recent example.
Up until recently I lived on the east coast, Baltimore to be exact. I went there to live with my Internet Girlfriend. It took me a long time to agree to move there, I had lived in only one place in all my (at the time 28) years....
Hmm, this is a long story, let me proceed to the point and leave the road for another time.
We broke up, we still loved each other, but we broke up. I was crushed and slightly Insane. I wanted to go home and lick my wounds. Between having to pay for some of the utilities and the last month's rent I could only send part of my possessions so about half of it (part of my clothes, comic books, hardcover and paperback novels, a watch my parents bought me, for a few examples) had to stay there, with her, until I had money to have it sent.
In 20/20 hindsight I should have stayed with friends that had offered me shelter when my first real relationship hit the iceberg. Baltimore was a lot different than California. People are more likely to open up a shy fellow than people here I must say. I made some some genuine friends in Baltimore.
Back to the point.
I've been writing back and forth with my ex for the last couple months. I have been pretty low, I haven't looked for a job until recently because of that. And besides, what manager would want to sit down to have an interview with a guy who wanted to chew the veins out of his arm at 4 am the night before. Kidding.
It was a comfort to me that my ex had kept my stuff for me in my time of need. It was one of the things I was looking forward to getting that stuff back. I had a lot of comic books in those boxes. Gaps in my collection. Comics waiting to be read. "Identity Crisis" and "Astonishing X-men". Signed comic books. A signed picture of Stone Cold Steve Austin I stood in line for three hours at a Wizard Comic Convention to get. A digital camera. Hardcover novels I bought new.
A watch my parents got me for Christmas.
And those are only the things I remember.
All gone now.
She wrote me a e-mail, after a long period of not writing I might add, and told me that her children had taken my boxes out of the trunk of her car and they left them in their yard. Two days of rain and snow later, she says it all got destroyed. She apologizes briefly (throwing in a jibe about my stuff meaning more to me that her) and then goes into a tirade about me not having a job and And me not having and Ambition, and that I was a bottom feeder. I was crushed, mad, sick. I sent her an e-mail befitting my Mood. She sends me one back.
Remember in Pulp Fiction when Butch's girlfriend forgets his gold watch? She fucked up by not bringing it. She gets upset because he's mad she fucked up and makes him feel like shit because of it. Ironic he almost got fucked up the ass isn't it?
A crying woman Is a weapon of mass destruction.
I'm writing e-mails trying to get her to talk to me because I still love her and I don't want her to hate me. My Stuff has figured in the battles we had to get me to go to Baltimore. She said often at the time that I loved my stuff more than her, which wasn't true.
Eventually I got in touch with her on IM, and I said I was sorry and she accepted.
Something hit me tonite, like a bowl full of bad chili with water from a Mexico river. That sick feeling that hits you like a heart attack
How can a watch be destroyed by the rain or snow?
If the boxes were sealed something must have been left?
HER STORY DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
Suddenly I'm that shy, pudgy kid who wanted people to like AND couldn't see past a foot in front of him, who can't and listen "The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me" when he gets home from school that day.
I could drink hot blood at that very moment washed down with sweet, sweet, vengeance.
But, and I say But...
I'm willing to hear her out. Because I know in my mind it's all just stuff. Replaceable (at cost mind you, ugh). But in my gut....That's another story. A developing one. I'm not a violent man, but I do hold a grudge.
D-

Saturday, February 19, 2005

We are Doomed

I have thought about doing a blog for awhile. Seems like everyone has one. My reason for having this thing is primarily to Vent, venting my emotion into the freeze-dried air of the internet and see if there's life out there or is it just alot of blank space inhabited by slow loading java script and spam offering penis pills.
More to come, far to go.....