| Sin City |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|04:36 pm] |
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| |  naughty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Arcade Fire | ] |
As a film junkie with an almost insatiable appetite for the filth and the fury, i find it my duty to raise awareness for films that will darken the very corners of our soul while illuminating our individual quench for blowfucks.
Sin City is a wonderful example of a good dose of blowfuck. This movie is a vice holding your head in place– daring you to watch it through the gaps of your fingers – leaving you laughing the naughty laugh at each new delicious sin. It’s primal–it’s murderous and it’s vital. How i wish i lived in a world as demonstrated as in this film. |
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| Muffled Mayhem |
[Dec. 29th, 2004|02:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  guilty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tindersticks | ] |
I can safely assume that everyone has seen images broadcast across the news relating to the Tsunami tragedy across the east Asian hemisphere. I almost dare not turn on the TV or listen to the radio to hear the latest update of confirmed deaths. 5,000....15,000...52,000...and now approaching 100,000. All within a matter of minutes.
While human nature is often seen as vicious, cruel and unrelenting, the same can be said of mother nature. We cannot seem to live without one or the other, yet either or both are often causes of heartbreak and death in its finality. Irony at its finest.
A most terrible and tragic way to end the year. |
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| Days go by...slowly we die... |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|05:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Flickering in Fuck | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Amadeus | ] |
It seems to have been a while since i last dropped an ounce of blood into the pages of LJ. It is primarily for my eyes that these words and thoughts are written down for anyway. And so, once again, i find myself in somewhat of a bind.
I travelled back home to the UK and was rather surprised and bemused by the sheer intensity of anti-US sentiment. Not just the US government, but Americans in general, along with their behaviours, values and thoughts. I don't think you truly realize how deep in distress this country is until you step outside the borders. The US is so isolated from the rest of the world. An island of insulated inhabitants.
I do wish the people of this country actually gave a rat's ass about what is going on.
I think the dead need to arise from beyond the grave and claim what was once their's. We need a revolution of the rotting flesh more than any other time in recent history. |
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| ...good news for people with bad attitudes.... |
[Aug. 2nd, 2004|03:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tindersticks | ] |
I have been harping on about this particular movie for some time, but i have seen it and it is worth the time and effort to tell as many people as i can.
Shaun of the Dead will be playing a special engagement next tuesday (August 10)
at the Arclight Theatre on 6360 West Sunset Blvd in LA. 7pm showtime.
It is free, all you have to do is call and RSVP: (818) 777-3684
If you go, you will walk out with a shit eating grin on your face. Guaranteed. |
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| Electric cows radiate raspberry milk on weekends |
[Jul. 27th, 2004|05:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 5678's | ] |
Oh hell hath those blowy shillywigs that cripple all forms of cranium excess.
I need to frame my left nipple and right butt cheek for the world to see.
When i was a kid, i used to love old british hammer horror films, especially with Vincent Price, Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee. For the latter, i used to sing this while watching any of his films-
'Christopher Lee, you make me want to pee.'
I was simply an enchanted 5 year old- so you must forgive the lack of eloquence.
God bless the bloody deviant bastards of the world... |
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| What a way to pop my cherry..... |
[Jul. 9th, 2004|08:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse- Bliss | ] |
Today, for a reason that most people would find absolutely ridiculous, i am as happy as a pig in shit! Why, you may ask? Well, one of my favourite films of the year, Shaun of the Dead will be released in this country on September 17. This is a British romantic zombie comedy that will revolutionize this country like no other film previously. It is truly that brilliant a film. For all you zombie lovers out there, rejoice.
After all, zombies make great lovers...... |
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| Bloody Bugger Bum |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|01:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  complacent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kikujiro theme tune | ] |
Strange how life can end up for the most of us.
Marlon Brando was an individual who always lived within his own world, never compromised who he was for anyone or anything. He was mammoth, both physically and in talent.
From 'A Streetcar named Desire' to 'Last Tango in Paris', he was in a class of his own.
How sad that he died in poverty and abandonment.
"The more sensitive you are, the more likely you are to be brutalized, develop scabs and never evolve. Never allow yourself to feel anything because you always feel too much."
- Marlon Brando
"Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse. It's a bum's life. The principal benefit acting has afforded me is the money to pay for my psychoanalysis." - Marlon Brando
"I don't want to spread the peanut butter of my personality on the moldy bread of the commercial press." - Marlon Brando
Huey P. Newton Story, A (2001)
Larry and Vivien: The Oliviers in Love (2001)
Score, The (2001)
Sophia Loren: Actress Italian Style (1999)
Free Money (1998)
Brave, The (1997)
Island of Dr. Moreau, The (1996)
Marlon Brando: The Wild One (1996)
Don Juan DeMarco (1995)
Godfather Trilogy: 1901-1980, The (1992)
Christopher Columbus: The Discovery (1992)
Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker's Apocalypse (1991)
Here's Looking at You, Warner Bros. (1991)
Freshman, The (1990)
Mort Sahl: The Loyal Opposition (1989)
Dry White Season, A (1989)
Formula, The (1980)
Apocalypse Now (1979)
"Roots: The Next Generations" (1979)
Raoni (1978)
Superman (1978)
Missouri Breaks, The (1976)
Nightcomers, The (1972)
Ultimo tango a Parigi (1972)
Godfather, The (1972)
Quemada! (1969)
Night of the Following Day, The (1968)
Candy (1968)
Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967)
Countess from Hong Kong, A (1967)
Meet Marlon Brando (1966)
Appaloosa, The (1966)
Chase, The (1966)
Morituri (1965)
Bedtime Story (1964)
Ugly American, The (1963)
Mutiny on the Bounty (1962)
One-Eyed Jacks (1961)
Fugitive Kind, The (1959)
Young Lions, The (1958)
Sayonara (1957)
Operation Teahouse (1956)
Teahouse of the August Moon, The (1956)
Guys and Dolls (1955)
Desirée (1954)
On the Waterfront (1954)
Wild One, The (1954)
Julius Caesar (1953)
Viva Zapata! (1952)
Streetcar Named Desire, A (1951)
Men, The (1950) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 17th, 2004|01:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said that i reminded him of his pet snake Ragga. This doctor had actually fed two of his children to this snake when he divorced his second wife Milly.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with a slice of my infamous homemade brownie sludge muffin. It is utterly delicious. |
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| Slightly exaggerated |
[Jun. 17th, 2004|01:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse- Newborn | ] |
Today was really flumpicious
I got out of bed slipped on some ice, and broke my back while performing a blackflip on steorids.
I feel strangely happy because i know the world will soon end.
I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.
Last night I had to comb the back hair of my obese landlord.
I want to tell the world that my left nipple is slightly larger than my right one.
I am on parole. I have been for 2 years.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Actually, i really did purchase a camera. It is digital because it can count to ten in 4 different languages, even sign language. It is analog because it is slightly neurotic, like Woody Allen on the weekends.
I want to say thanks to all those people that hide from the world. |
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| ...now that is what i called fried gold.... |
[Jun. 12th, 2004|11:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Hasselhoff- I am god in germany | ] |
I feel like a newborn today. Kicking and screaming. Not literally, just metaphorically and internally. I have three years left, let's see what happens in that time.
All this hoopla surrounding Reagan, and i wonder if his body is even contained in the coffin that is literally being worshipped. I do believe that his body is being crynologically frozen. For what purpose, i am not sure, but perhaps the secret will be revealed in 50 years.
The remarks by Morrissey stating that he wish it were Bush instead of Reagan who had passed away- well, i think he may have a point. Not that i look forward to the death of any particular individual. But, to be politically correct as i can possibly be, Bush is a cunt. But then again, he is a politican. And the word politics itself comes from 'poli-tic', roughtly translating to many (poli) blood sucking creatures (tics). How appropriate. I wonder how the release of Fahrenheit 911 will affect the public conscience come election time.
On a completely different note, Ray Charles, rest in peace. |
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| A day of remembarance.... |
[Jun. 10th, 2004|03:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iggy Pop- Lust for Life | ] |
Today, on this day, many many years ago, two events unfolded which would inadvertedly affect the way we live our lives:
1958 - Jerry Lee Lewis took out a full-page ad in Billboard Magazine to explain about his second divorce and third marriage to his 14 year old cousin Myra.
1998 - The Spice Girls played their first show since the departure of Ginger Spice. The event was a charity show, "Pavarotti and Friends," for poor children in Liberia. |
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| Floating on a heavy belly |
[Jun. 5th, 2004|11:17 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Holger Czukay- Cool in the Pool | ] |
It is so bright outside. Almost like a thousand stars have melted into one and exploded over the earth's surface.
In one day, my skin has darkened by so many levels. I have gone from a milky chocolate skin texture to a dark chocolate one. If i go outside, i am afraid a chocoholic may bite into me, mistaking me for a chocolate bar.
Life seems to be passing by ever so quickly, although i am standing in the same place. Almost as if i am on a waiting platform, watching the trains go by without ever stopping. And everyone in the train is watching me as they go by- wondering what on earth am i doing outside on my own. Hmmmmmmm. Waiting, wondering, wishing. |
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| It's not the end of the world......yet |
[Jun. 3rd, 2004|07:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kronos Quartet | ] |
My day consisted of avoiding the heat, reading a book on reincarnation, and searching for my birth certificate. I was curious as to find out at what time I was born. I have always had a fantasy about being born during a full moon. That would perhaps explain some of my odd behaviour at times. Then again, nothing seems to surprise me too much about people, so I would have a hard time distinguishing between is classified as normal or odd anymore.
The Wizard of Odd. That will be my pseudonym if and when I ever get to writing a book.
I watched a movie that I had purchased from ebay a few weeks ago. It was a french horror movie by the name of High Tension. It opened in France late last year, and probably won’t open in this country until next year. Even then, it will undergo the usual ratings hoorah. I do not believe in censorship in any form, and espceially the ratings. If, however, a film were deemed for the NC-17 rating, this would be it. But then again, the MPAA slapped the same rating on Young Adam simply because Ewan McGregor showed off his willy to the world. More than any other country, the US seems to be more afraid of a left nipple or a right breast than an exploding head. This is a topic that has been going on for ages, and will continue to do so....unfortunately.
Back to the movie. High Tension. It has been a while since I came across a genuine horror film. This film is bloody brutal, vicious, relentless and intense. Not many countries other than France would have the audacity to make such a film. The same country that gave us Irreversible last year. And let me tell you, I have still not recovered from watching that movie. That had to be the most devastating movie I have ever seen.
Speaking of movies, the latest Harry Potter comes out this week. To get an independent Mexican director like Alfonso Cuaron to helm a huge franchise was a wise move. I look forward to seeing the portrayal of the Dementors onscreen. Imagine that....living demons who walk the earth plaguing our nightmares. Chilling.
You know what I love most about the Potter series! The fact that more than any author, Rowling understands the incredibly vivid imaginations that we possess as children. She never once underestimates their ability to envision the world she created. Before Harry Potter, how many kids this eager to read a 600 page novel. From front to end in a matter of days. In a way, she has given a whole generation a reason to appreciate the power of words and imagination. That is something that cannot be ignored. |
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| FS was no BS |
[Jun. 1st, 2004|01:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  devious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Velvet Underground | ] |
I almost smiled on sunday night while attending Futureshockk. I do feel like a complete prick for not having gone to any previous events, but i wont make that mistake again. There is hope for Fresno. Maybe i will stick around here for a while after all.
People were freaklishly fantastic and down to earth (especially the two J's). Cheers.
I would love to attend a fetish boat cruise right now. Destination unknown.
"Don't sweat the petty things; pet the sweaty things"--George Carlin |
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| Occurences of Oddities |
[May. 28th, 2004|10:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Modest Mouse | ] |
Waking up this morning to the damp, grey and uncompromising weather was a warm welcome. But also perhaps a sign of things to come. With earthquakes, floods, and heatwaves in various parts of the world, i wonder when mother nature will finally take revenge upon all the atrocities we have placed upon this world.
I began considering the various ways in which total and utter annihilation could be achieved: earthquake of unparallel destruction. Tsunamis with tidal waves reaching 200 ft.
I don't necessarily fear death. However, i have always been deathly afraid of being buried alive. I am not too sure of where this fear came from.
On to a less compelling but far more frustrating matter, i have come to the conclusion that higher education in this country (perhaps in general) is completely fartless. Taking classes, completing coursework...not a problem. Waiting for the necessary departments to get back to you on graduation matters and registration....almost impossible. It is virtually a deathmatch just enrolling into the right classes nowadays. |
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| Life is a crackerjack of emotions and velocity |
[May. 21st, 2004|04:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  rejuvenated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Flaming Lips - Do you Realize? | ] |
I have come to the realization that reality does not suit me. I will go to great lengths to avoid any hint of interacting with anything that exists in the 'real world'.
I have graduated uni, my next step in life would be to find a decent paying job and spend the rest of my life convincing myself that i am reasonably happy. Hmmmmmmmm, that option does not seem too appealing.
On the other hand, i could get of my lazy bum, forge my own path, and create a life truly worth living. There very few things that i truly love in this life, but i love them wholeheartedly. There is no question about that.
Here's one for the long road ahead....."Life ain't worth living if it ain't worth dying for"
These are my words. Now i just have to live upto them.
My god, all this philosophy and pondering is making my head spin into a hairball of immense proportions. If i don't cough up this hairball soon, i am going to choke. Choke on my own conscience. Blimey, that might be a first. Even for a midget. |
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| Yellow Submarine is where i belong.... |
[May. 18th, 2004|04:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beatles- Abbey Road | ] |
“Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past"
I came across this quote today. Certainly makes you think.
We always hear how we have to deal with our past before we can ever face the future. I wonder how true that statement actually is. Whether it be a traumatic past, a relationship gone sour...we try so hard to place these events on the back burner.
But the more i try to forget certain events, the more they seem to stick with me. Or haunt me...yes haunt is a better word. I would much rather a ghostly presence haunt me than a painful memory...any day of the week.
I almost feel like a hamster on a spinning wheel....scampering at top speed...yet i end up in exactly the same place.
If anyone out there feels the same way, please let me know.
To know that there are other 'hamsters' (or gerbils if you prefer)in a similar situation would warm the tiny heart of this individual greatly.
I wish you all a good day. |
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| Strange encounters |
[May. 17th, 2004|05:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Soundtrack to Suspiria- Goblin | ] |
Last night i attended a local event downtown with some visiting family members. As we walked indoors with tickets in hand, i heard a comment made by one of the ticket handlers. I gathered my ticket stub, turned around with a look of disbelief and cursed the member of staff in a strange language that i created a number of years ago. Now, i am not usually an irate, arrogant wanker, but in this case i believed i took the right cause of action.
The reason for this was another case of miscommunication. You see, what i heard was 'midget family'. Granted, i am only 5'3'', but i have always been proud of my height (or lack of it). It was my sister who informed me that what the ticket handler had actually said was 'immediate family'. I don't know if what i have is simply selective hearing or what, but this scenario has landed me in hot water quite a few times.
Thankfully, like 89% of the human population, the bloke could not understand a word i said, so my cursing was of no use. For once , i was grateful. The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. A good time was had by all.
To end of the evening, i watched a fantastic german movie called 'The Princess and the Warrior' by the same bloke who directed 'Run Lola Run'. It was almost a dark fairytale set in the modern world about fate, redemption and love. My favourite topics. |
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| Mingling among Madmen |
[May. 16th, 2004|05:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Radiohead- Fake Plastic Trees | ] |
As a self proclaimed outsider, a ‘social outcast’, would i not be the ultimate insider? Strange rationale, i know. But it seems that those of us who spend a majority of our lives looking in...from the outside manage to understand the contradictions, hypocrisies, and overall sensibilities of everyone around us.
It is somewhat of a sad and lonely existence just standing at the threshold of humanity, trying my hardest to reject every aspect of reality. So, for as long as i can remember, my only consolation was my mind, and more specifically, my imagination. If it were not for my rather odd fascination with my imagination, i dread to think of where i may have ended up. I used to live for those random but memorable moments that shock the system back from the state of comatose that i am so often embraced in. Now it seems i have become a numb and stilted version of my former self.
Perhaps this is the closest i will ever reach to solidifying myself as a regular member of society. But considering this is the last place on earth i wish to be, it is not the best of news.
It used to be so simple, at least theoretically: being born and dying are not of our choosing (unless you contemplate suicide), but every moment in between those two stages are our own to define, nurture, corrupt or destroy. But i don’t seriously believe we choose to screw up portions of our lives in order to relieve our sense of duty for whatever it is we are working for. No, i just think its easier to stand by and simply watch as certain parts of our identity (everyday life) are eroded by mistakes we make that occur so effortlessly and casually.
I wonder if i have the ability to hear the world’s echo in my own inner resonance. After all, no matter what i say or do, i am still a reflection of everyone and everything that exists in this world. And vice versa.
And now for something completely different.......
Right now....at this exact moment in time....i feel like a nibbalicious devil bunny gnawing on a chunk of blue cheese in order to retrieve the magical bubblegum flavoured lollipop. But you see, this is no ordinary lollipop. It contains high doses of flatulence and metakerodesene ( highly flammable chalk dust). It tastes like a sour beehive, but the effects are quite simply astounding.
For no particular reason , i am dedicating this journal today to Ben, the german shepherd who was my co-conspirator during many years of my childhood. Ben, you were a loyal and beautiful dog. It has been over 12 years since your departure, but i still miss you. |
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