So, seriously, how much longer till we see Thain or Fuld in a similar picture:
Honestly, I want FDR back. Image from this story.
Honestly, I want FDR back. Image from this story.
2K and Christopher Walken fight for a whore's love while Russo-Teutonic immigrants get shot by mercenaries hired by rich dudes. The film plodded along with the same determination as Deer Hunter but with less of an idea on where it's going. Jeff Bridges owns a roller skating rink and moonlights as a cock fighting organizer. The film was apparently rife with animal rights violations (the cock fighting scene was real and, at point, it's rumored a horse was blown up with dynamite). The original cut was 5 hours, but I only got to see the 3h38m cut. Also, the film single-handedly destroyed United Artists, supposedly.
All told, a pretty lame film. Not sure how it's considered a "revisionist" Western. I'd avoid it unless you have a thing for bad films...like I do.
Wikipedia
IMDB
Enjoy.
All told, a pretty lame film. Not sure how it's considered a "revisionist" Western. I'd avoid it unless you have a thing for bad films...like I do.
Wikipedia
IMDB
Enjoy.
Saw Nate last Friday. It was good to see him since I hadn't seen him in...Christ. Months, I think. He bugged me about updating. It's not much, but here it is.
What the fuck is wrong with people who hate McDonald's Chicken Nuggets? Honestly, how many times have you heard someone say, "Where's the nugget on a chicken?" You should pimp slap the ever-living hell out of anyone who ever says this. Ever. I don't care if it's your Grandma. Here's why:
We put men on the fucking Moon!
Just think about that for a second. The Moon is about 240,000 miles away (just under, actually). We sent men to the moon in 1969 in a tiny capsule powered by, if memory serves, a computer that was each about equivlanet in power to two Commodore 64's, the best selling computer of all time. That doesn't mean jack to most of you (and why would it?) so I'll put it in English: the power of the computer it took to get that capsule to the moon and back home was less powerful than a single Ninetendo Gameboy. And not the new fancy ones, either. The old ones that had "creamed spinach" as the only color on the screen. (Those of you wishing to dispute this fact can feel free to do so, but remember, it's a fucking example).
We put men on the moon, so why can't we take chicken meat and turn it into a nugget shape? I mean, I think keeping dudes alive in a small capsule in the vacuum of space long enough to lang on a satellite 240K miles away, then get them back home safely with a computer that was outdone by a child's toy is a pretty decent accomplishment. So was splitting the atom and cloning a sheep. But, you know what? Yeah, let's focus on the nugget issue.
I think the real problem is people want to hate McDonald's and, by proxy, all fast foot chains because they make it easier to get fat. Sure, there's the discussion of corporate responsibility, but, at the end of the day, they didn't hold a gun to your head and forced you to chose between a burger and what I am going to a call a Russian Lobotomy. It's all willpower.
So shut up about the goddamn nuggets, fatass.
What the fuck is wrong with people who hate McDonald's Chicken Nuggets? Honestly, how many times have you heard someone say, "Where's the nugget on a chicken?" You should pimp slap the ever-living hell out of anyone who ever says this. Ever. I don't care if it's your Grandma. Here's why:
Just think about that for a second. The Moon is about 240,000 miles away (just under, actually). We sent men to the moon in 1969 in a tiny capsule powered by, if memory serves, a computer that was each about equivlanet in power to two Commodore 64's, the best selling computer of all time. That doesn't mean jack to most of you (and why would it?) so I'll put it in English: the power of the computer it took to get that capsule to the moon and back home was less powerful than a single Ninetendo Gameboy. And not the new fancy ones, either. The old ones that had "creamed spinach" as the only color on the screen. (Those of you wishing to dispute this fact can feel free to do so, but remember, it's a fucking example).
We put men on the moon, so why can't we take chicken meat and turn it into a nugget shape? I mean, I think keeping dudes alive in a small capsule in the vacuum of space long enough to lang on a satellite 240K miles away, then get them back home safely with a computer that was outdone by a child's toy is a pretty decent accomplishment. So was splitting the atom and cloning a sheep. But, you know what? Yeah, let's focus on the nugget issue.
I think the real problem is people want to hate McDonald's and, by proxy, all fast foot chains because they make it easier to get fat. Sure, there's the discussion of corporate responsibility, but, at the end of the day, they didn't hold a gun to your head and forced you to chose between a burger and what I am going to a call a Russian Lobotomy. It's all willpower.
So shut up about the goddamn nuggets, fatass.
There is a very fine line between "sticking it to the man" and "acting out like a petulant child against imagined transgressions." Really, there's little difference between the two, save self-esteem (a rare commodity indeed). Those that are self-assure and self-aware (or, at the very least, observant) can see the difference almost immediately. Like a dog with tail between legs or a cat with raised hackles, people broadcast the ternary awesomeness of their psychic apparatus on themselves as plain as day.
It's amusing to me how the subtlest of gestures communicate volumes to others. How even the most benign of statements results in palpable tension at best. It seems like some people just don't have an outlet, physical or otherwise, for whatever they've let build up inside them and rather than acknowledge that (for it seems that to acknowledge you have unreleased aggression or depression or pression of any kind is to admit fault in oneself, the most unimaginable of crimes and most frequent of traits), they turn to self-destruction at first and then the destruction of the outside world, of the people and places around them.
It seems that the hardest thing any of us can do is to examine ourselves through the lens of our own experience. To suggest it is heresy and inevitably leads to a flurry of criticisms that are sometimes projections and other times valid observations, though presented in a somewhat invalid light. Still, the destruction rages on because the problem goes unsolved, even unobserved, and yet glaringly obvious to everyone on the outside.
In short, people broadcast their shit like Marconi.
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Till the 79th anniversary of Black Monday. I'd like to thank shady douchebags everywhere for our current situation as well as anyone who bought into the fantasy that TV, movies, and celebrities sell. Particular shoutouts to Greenspan and Bernake. Way to go, fellas!
Seriously. Let's see if history repeats itself.
Seriously. Let's see if history repeats itself.
So I'm back. Sorta.
A friend of mine said he was seriously bummed out when he read that I was stopping my blog because he checks it daily and that all he wanted was for me to list the 25 people that pissed me off every day. I could certainly do that. Plus, what is a blog is not cathartic? I mean, other than all those other blowful douchebags that get paid for it because they think it's a valid form of expression. Blogging is a valid form of expression, to be sure, but it's also a lot like Spandex: it works really well for some people, but when it fails, it fails hard.
I don't quite have 25, but I'll list some shit that's been pissing me off lately.
Think about it. If you look at history, people have always been worried about the end of the world. They've always been worried about what's coming to them and how their lives will be affected if they don't get what they want. And we've always been blowing the shit out of each other because we don't get along.
And that's what bums me out most of all. The fact that all this jazz has been happenning for a few thousand years and no one's been able to figure out what to do to make it better. We all just keep repeating the same things over and over, never learning.
So there's my latest entry. A real pick-me-up. Maybe it'll be better next time.
A friend of mine said he was seriously bummed out when he read that I was stopping my blog because he checks it daily and that all he wanted was for me to list the 25 people that pissed me off every day. I could certainly do that. Plus, what is a blog is not cathartic? I mean, other than all those other blowful douchebags that get paid for it because they think it's a valid form of expression. Blogging is a valid form of expression, to be sure, but it's also a lot like Spandex: it works really well for some people, but when it fails, it fails hard.
I don't quite have 25, but I'll list some shit that's been pissing me off lately.
- Politicians, politics, and anyone discussing it.
- The economy (specific emphasis on Greenspan and Bernake, thanks for the Free Market fellas!)
- Ongoing war/aggression between groups X and Y
- People spouting endless "facts" about any of the aforementioned issues
- Doomsayers/anyone claiming that unless their candidate is elected, we're all fucked
Think about it. If you look at history, people have always been worried about the end of the world. They've always been worried about what's coming to them and how their lives will be affected if they don't get what they want. And we've always been blowing the shit out of each other because we don't get along.
And that's what bums me out most of all. The fact that all this jazz has been happenning for a few thousand years and no one's been able to figure out what to do to make it better. We all just keep repeating the same things over and over, never learning.
So there's my latest entry. A real pick-me-up. Maybe it'll be better next time.
As hint at in my last post, I have a new project. antigenius presents aims to be a place for electronic music on the web. Swing by and check it out when you get the chance.
I think this blog is, in a word, done.
Let me elaborate. It seems to me there are, very generally, two types of blogs. The first is largely concerned with personal matters and could mostly easily be labeled "personal." These blogs exist for the purpose of relating to others, one would assume family members or close friends, those events which the author is unable to relate to said audience directly either due to distance, scheduling, or general dislike of interacting with the audience.
The second type of blog is what I would call a professional blog. These blogs tend to have a central theme to their posts ranging from sports to babies to technical issues. The offer the author's unique point of view and her thoughts on whatever finds her fancy.
This blog is definitely not the second kind and, so, by process of elimination, it must be the first type. But herein lies the problem. I don't really believe that experiences can truly be shared in any meaningful way with those that weren't, themselves, originally a part of the experience. I have, or at least it seems to me like I have, a hard time relating, either through words or photographs, those things which I have experienced. My attempts to do so always come up short in my mind.
On occasion I find that I have something of value to say, but those times are exceedingly rare. And since I really don't have a unifying theme nor do I consider much of what I have to say to be of any worth to anyone, I hereby relegate this blog. This means little, really. I'll update with the odd post now and again, sharing a interesting YouTube clip or some random aside.
But, on the whole, I just can't get into the personal blogging. I will be redirecting my energies towards a more focused objective. Details to follow shortly.
Let me elaborate. It seems to me there are, very generally, two types of blogs. The first is largely concerned with personal matters and could mostly easily be labeled "personal." These blogs exist for the purpose of relating to others, one would assume family members or close friends, those events which the author is unable to relate to said audience directly either due to distance, scheduling, or general dislike of interacting with the audience.
The second type of blog is what I would call a professional blog. These blogs tend to have a central theme to their posts ranging from sports to babies to technical issues. The offer the author's unique point of view and her thoughts on whatever finds her fancy.
This blog is definitely not the second kind and, so, by process of elimination, it must be the first type. But herein lies the problem. I don't really believe that experiences can truly be shared in any meaningful way with those that weren't, themselves, originally a part of the experience. I have, or at least it seems to me like I have, a hard time relating, either through words or photographs, those things which I have experienced. My attempts to do so always come up short in my mind.
On occasion I find that I have something of value to say, but those times are exceedingly rare. And since I really don't have a unifying theme nor do I consider much of what I have to say to be of any worth to anyone, I hereby relegate this blog. This means little, really. I'll update with the odd post now and again, sharing a interesting YouTube clip or some random aside.
But, on the whole, I just can't get into the personal blogging. I will be redirecting my energies towards a more focused objective. Details to follow shortly.
You ever have words inside you and have absolutely no idea how to get them out? It's like being stuck in mud and knowing exactly the tools you need to get yourself out (hell, they might even be right there next to you), but every time you try and use them everything gets all mixed up and you end up no better off than you were before.
I feel stuck a lot lately. As an individual, as an American, and as a human being, I feel like we're all stuck. Individually, I keep doing the same stupid shit over and over again, only to say, "As soon as X happens, I can do Y." Except X never happens, either because I'm too lazy to do it or too scared. As part of the national community, my perception (and it is very important that I emphasize that it is my perception and, as such, I havent' done any real, hard research to back this up) that our current credit crisis is the result of a great many people following the desire presented to them from various media outlets and a few others exploiting that lust and stupidity. I, myself, exist in that group of great many people that owns things we don't need, stuck chasing some dream. Lastly, as a human being, haven't we all fought about enough of the same stupid shit for centuries already? Certainly ideologies and viewpoints will always clash, but some of these battles today have been echoed for over a thousand years and, yet, we're still stuck in the same place now as we were then.
I feel negative, spiteful, or tired (sometimes combinations thereof) on a pretty much daily basis. I feel stuck and nothing I've done so far as gotten me unstuck. Maybe that's the way it's always been since I can't really remember a time when it hasn't been like this (barring childhood, but that's a whole different type of perception). Maybe this is how we've plodded through the millennia. <Insert relevant quote from belief system, i.e. karma/reincarnation, purgatory, etc...) >
I wish I had some profound answer for this, but I don't. I wish I had the words, or even the patience to have written this more eloquently, but I don't. I'm stuck watching myself and people around me in varying degrees and types of proximity repeat the same patterns.
I feel stuck a lot lately. As an individual, as an American, and as a human being, I feel like we're all stuck. Individually, I keep doing the same stupid shit over and over again, only to say, "As soon as X happens, I can do Y." Except X never happens, either because I'm too lazy to do it or too scared. As part of the national community, my perception (and it is very important that I emphasize that it is my perception and, as such, I havent' done any real, hard research to back this up) that our current credit crisis is the result of a great many people following the desire presented to them from various media outlets and a few others exploiting that lust and stupidity. I, myself, exist in that group of great many people that owns things we don't need, stuck chasing some dream. Lastly, as a human being, haven't we all fought about enough of the same stupid shit for centuries already? Certainly ideologies and viewpoints will always clash, but some of these battles today have been echoed for over a thousand years and, yet, we're still stuck in the same place now as we were then.
I feel negative, spiteful, or tired (sometimes combinations thereof) on a pretty much daily basis. I feel stuck and nothing I've done so far as gotten me unstuck. Maybe that's the way it's always been since I can't really remember a time when it hasn't been like this (barring childhood, but that's a whole different type of perception). Maybe this is how we've plodded through the millennia. <Insert relevant quote from belief system, i.e. karma/reincarnation, purgatory, etc...) >
I wish I had some profound answer for this, but I don't. I wish I had the words, or even the patience to have written this more eloquently, but I don't. I'm stuck watching myself and people around me in varying degrees and types of proximity repeat the same patterns.
Watch this rant about television. It starts at minute 4:06 and continues till the end (the first bit's about EastEnders and ties in nicely with the rant, but likely won't mean anything to you since none of us Stateside know what EastEnders is). Requiem for a Dream soundtrack in the background is hilariously appropriate.
I've got a larger opinion on this brewing, but, frankly, I don't have the energy to write it up. So, in the meantime, I'll say this: I'm pretty sure everything he rants about is why we're currently in the middle of this fucked up credit crisis. Happened 80 years ago and it'll happen again.
I've got a larger opinion on this brewing, but, frankly, I don't have the energy to write it up. So, in the meantime, I'll say this: I'm pretty sure everything he rants about is why we're currently in the middle of this fucked up credit crisis. Happened 80 years ago and it'll happen again.
