I just found these two awesome songs and I thought I'd post them up.
First the original...
...And then the song that was based on the original:
I love when I find cool stuff like this. I'm going to be singing "we don't go to God's house anymore" in my head all week. Probably not out loud though...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
3:15 - Ms. Richardson's Journalism Class
The first thing on the handout was "Summarize what the article says about Hitler." Easy shit. Or it would have been if we didn't have to finish the handout in groups.
"Hitler was cool!"
"Shut the fuck up Danny!"
Ms. Richards always put us in groups and I always got stuck with the worst kids in class.
"I can say what I want, it's a free country!"
"Not if I knock your teeth out it's not!"
Danny was an idiot. Actually, they were both idiots, but at least Danny wasn't a bully like Matt was.
"How about you both shut up so we can finish this crap?" That was Vicky, snotty head cheerleader. Dating the captain of the football team. Also annoying and stupid.
"I don't give a shit, I'm failing this anyways." Matt said and snapped his pencil in half.
"Yeah, me too!"
"Danny, what did I tell you about talking?"
"Yeah, well I can't fail this class like you two morons. You know what? I'm just going to write my own answers in." Vicky said and ran her fingers through her long blond hair in frustration.
I had heard some pretty dirty stories about Vicky's after school activities. Apparently she was pretty fond of alcohol. And sex not condoned by the church. It's funny because she acted so uptight and prissy normally. She was always wearing tight sweaters though.
I piped in. "We all have to have the same answers. I've already got them written down, just copy mine."
"What if your's are wrong? I can't fail this class..." Vicky leaned over and her breasts pushed against the desk's edge. And image popped into my head of her sweaty and naked body, writhing on the floor. I wondered what color her nipples were. I pushed the thought and pulled my eyes away.
"They're not and we're not going to get this paper done any other way." I threw my handout onto the middle of the table and everyone wrote my answers done except for Danny.
"Huh huh, this ad is for hot pizza. Huh huh."
"Danny, I swear to god, one more word..." Matt clenched his fist and stuck it under Danny's nose.
Danny looked like he was going to shit himself.
"Why's that funny?" Vicky asked in genuine befuddlement.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I looked over at my girlfriend Carol, on the other side of the room. It looked like her group was done too. I wondered if they had done the same thing we had.
Ronnie Belson was staring at her chest and she was pretending not to notice. If I was over there I certainly would have said something. She looked over at me, smiled, and gave a small wave. I smiled back. Then she turned and said something to Mellisa, sitting across from her. I looked away. It was the last time I would see her alive.
Scanning around the room, my eyes settled on Ms. Richards, sitting at her desk, reading a book, most likely a romance novel. That was the real reason she had us split into groups, it ate up class time and she didn't have to do anything.
I sighed again and turned to look out the window. The sky had been gray since I had gotten up that morning and it kept getting darker as the day went on. It hadn't rained yet, but it felt like it should. It was hot and humid almost to the point where it would become unbearable. It certainly didn't make Matt or Danny smell any better. Heat lightening flashed on and off in the sky. No one else seemed to be looking at it. It was beautiful and eerie, lightening with no thunder, something I had only experienced a few times before.
I turned back and looked at the group again. All three of them were quiet. Danny was scribbling aimlessly in his notebook, Matt was stabbing holes in his textbook, and Vicky was messing with her cellphone. Probably texting one of her friends in another class. The whole class was quiet and for a second it seemed like time had stopped completely.
And then it hit.
The first thing that happened was that it started to rain. Not sprinkling rain either, just a sudden violent downpour. Ms. Robinson had the windows open to help keep the room a bit cooler and she threw her book down and ran to shut them. Then the thunder hit, booming so loud that it shook the room. Ms. Robinson's stepped back from the window for a second, almost in shock. And then they came in through the open window.
I say they, because I still have no idea what they are. Unless you focus on them very hard, you can't see them. From what I've been able to tell, they look like giant wasps with very long stingers. We weren't focusing on them of course, so all we saw was Ms. Robinson suddenly start bleeding as holes appeared all over her body. She stood for a second, shock covering her face. Then she fell, a pool of blood forming around her body.
Then every one started screaming.
Vicky shrieked and a hole appeared in her forehead. Danny and Matt were already slumped over their desks, dead. I dove under my mine and covered my head with my hands. Thunder boomed again, louder than before and the lights went out. I heard the door open and people running out. I don't know how many made it. I know Carol didn't. I found her by the janitor's closet later, her hand on the knob.
It seemed like I laid there forever, the thunder booming, the ceaseless rain pouring in the window. I could hear screaming from down the hallway and I clamped my hands over my ears. I could still hear it. I still can. It seemed like forever, but then everything was finally silent.
The sky was still gray and the heat lightening flashed on and off again when I stood up, my clothes soaked in blood that had pooled on the floor. The lights never came back on. Dead bodies were everywhere, riddled full of holes. People I had known most of my life. People I hated. People I loved.
But of course that wasn't the end. The nightmare was just beginning...
"Hitler was cool!"
"Shut the fuck up Danny!"
Ms. Richards always put us in groups and I always got stuck with the worst kids in class.
"I can say what I want, it's a free country!"
"Not if I knock your teeth out it's not!"
Danny was an idiot. Actually, they were both idiots, but at least Danny wasn't a bully like Matt was.
"How about you both shut up so we can finish this crap?" That was Vicky, snotty head cheerleader. Dating the captain of the football team. Also annoying and stupid.
"I don't give a shit, I'm failing this anyways." Matt said and snapped his pencil in half.
"Yeah, me too!"
"Danny, what did I tell you about talking?"
"Yeah, well I can't fail this class like you two morons. You know what? I'm just going to write my own answers in." Vicky said and ran her fingers through her long blond hair in frustration.
I had heard some pretty dirty stories about Vicky's after school activities. Apparently she was pretty fond of alcohol. And sex not condoned by the church. It's funny because she acted so uptight and prissy normally. She was always wearing tight sweaters though.
I piped in. "We all have to have the same answers. I've already got them written down, just copy mine."
"What if your's are wrong? I can't fail this class..." Vicky leaned over and her breasts pushed against the desk's edge. And image popped into my head of her sweaty and naked body, writhing on the floor. I wondered what color her nipples were. I pushed the thought and pulled my eyes away.
"They're not and we're not going to get this paper done any other way." I threw my handout onto the middle of the table and everyone wrote my answers done except for Danny.
"Huh huh, this ad is for hot pizza. Huh huh."
"Danny, I swear to god, one more word..." Matt clenched his fist and stuck it under Danny's nose.
Danny looked like he was going to shit himself.
"Why's that funny?" Vicky asked in genuine befuddlement.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I looked over at my girlfriend Carol, on the other side of the room. It looked like her group was done too. I wondered if they had done the same thing we had.
Ronnie Belson was staring at her chest and she was pretending not to notice. If I was over there I certainly would have said something. She looked over at me, smiled, and gave a small wave. I smiled back. Then she turned and said something to Mellisa, sitting across from her. I looked away. It was the last time I would see her alive.
Scanning around the room, my eyes settled on Ms. Richards, sitting at her desk, reading a book, most likely a romance novel. That was the real reason she had us split into groups, it ate up class time and she didn't have to do anything.
I sighed again and turned to look out the window. The sky had been gray since I had gotten up that morning and it kept getting darker as the day went on. It hadn't rained yet, but it felt like it should. It was hot and humid almost to the point where it would become unbearable. It certainly didn't make Matt or Danny smell any better. Heat lightening flashed on and off in the sky. No one else seemed to be looking at it. It was beautiful and eerie, lightening with no thunder, something I had only experienced a few times before.
I turned back and looked at the group again. All three of them were quiet. Danny was scribbling aimlessly in his notebook, Matt was stabbing holes in his textbook, and Vicky was messing with her cellphone. Probably texting one of her friends in another class. The whole class was quiet and for a second it seemed like time had stopped completely.
And then it hit.
The first thing that happened was that it started to rain. Not sprinkling rain either, just a sudden violent downpour. Ms. Robinson had the windows open to help keep the room a bit cooler and she threw her book down and ran to shut them. Then the thunder hit, booming so loud that it shook the room. Ms. Robinson's stepped back from the window for a second, almost in shock. And then they came in through the open window.
I say they, because I still have no idea what they are. Unless you focus on them very hard, you can't see them. From what I've been able to tell, they look like giant wasps with very long stingers. We weren't focusing on them of course, so all we saw was Ms. Robinson suddenly start bleeding as holes appeared all over her body. She stood for a second, shock covering her face. Then she fell, a pool of blood forming around her body.
Then every one started screaming.
Vicky shrieked and a hole appeared in her forehead. Danny and Matt were already slumped over their desks, dead. I dove under my mine and covered my head with my hands. Thunder boomed again, louder than before and the lights went out. I heard the door open and people running out. I don't know how many made it. I know Carol didn't. I found her by the janitor's closet later, her hand on the knob.
It seemed like I laid there forever, the thunder booming, the ceaseless rain pouring in the window. I could hear screaming from down the hallway and I clamped my hands over my ears. I could still hear it. I still can. It seemed like forever, but then everything was finally silent.
The sky was still gray and the heat lightening flashed on and off again when I stood up, my clothes soaked in blood that had pooled on the floor. The lights never came back on. Dead bodies were everywhere, riddled full of holes. People I had known most of my life. People I hated. People I loved.
But of course that wasn't the end. The nightmare was just beginning...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Pointless Personal Stories
When I was eight a rock fell on my head. I don't think it was very big, but my little eight year old self had trouble picking it up later. My mom had put it on top of a post to keep the clothes-line up. I must have been angry about having to take them down or something because I was pulling the clothes off the line instead of just unpinning them. Maybe I was just being lazy. In any case, all I remember is something hitting me, my vision turning an angry red, and then I was on the ground crying. It didn't crack my skull open or anything and I don't remember having to go to the hospital to get stitches either. But damn did that hurt.
I can't remember what age I was when I stepped bare-footed on a cap nail. A cap nail is normally used for insulation and has a plastic (or metal) piece on the end so you can pull it out without having to tear the shit out of what's keeping your house warm. Our house was in a constant state of repair, so there was probably more than one lying around. It was really stupid of me to walk around barefoot. If you've never seen a cap nail before, this is what I stepped on while I was lurking around outside the house with a super-soaker, trying to find my brother:
Except the one that got lodged in my foot was a lot longer. And rustier.
It didn't go all the way through my foot but it got about halfway in, enough to hurt like a son of a bitch as I crawled into the house screaming.
My grandma came over and pulled it out while I screamed over the pencil I was biting down on.
I had to get a tetanus shot some time later. I don't remember getting the shot but I remember going to see the live action Flintstones movie after. I don't remember if I enjoyed it or not. At that age I think I pretty much just accepted whatever was on the screen as quality film. The only movie I ever remember not liking was Kazaam. That horrid excuse for entertainment is an abomination that even the brain damaged would hate.
When I was twelve my best friend hit me in the face with a snow shovel. Again, it was my own damn fault. We were trying to build a fort and I got too close behind him as he brought the shovel back and he gashed my upper lip pretty good. It didn't go all the way through but it was enough to send me into crying hysterics as blood ran down my face.
I remember getting the stitches for it pretty clearly, especially since it was the only time I ever had to get them. I remember the long needle they put in my lip to numb the pain. I remember how weird it felt as they stitched it up, because it didn't hurt like it should have. When I don't have a mustache, you can still see the scar pretty clearly.
When I was 19 I got pinkeye. I got pinkeye worse than I've ever had in my life. I was downtown somewhere with a couple of my friends and we were digging through junk in a pawnshop. I got R.E.M.'s Green album for about two bucks. On the car ride home my eyes started to itch. Then they started to itch really badly. I started to rub my eyes, which is a bad idea. I stuck my head out the window which helped a little bit, but not much.
The next morning my eyes were a gunky mess. And the itching drove me insane. All I could do was curl my hands up in front of my face and yell in frustration because I couldn't itch them or I'd make it worse.
I remember sitting in front of the tiny TV I had in my room, watching West Side Story through the layer of gunk that kept forming. Then I did another stupid thing. I went into the bathroom, filled the sink with water, and submerged my face. Stupid. I'm surprised my whole family didn't get diseased. It did feel good though.
Then it started to go away.
Then my corneas got scratched.
Both of them.
If you've never had a scratched cornea, just pray it never ever happens. It's one of the most irritating things ever. Every time you blink you can feel it, this stinging pain, till you want to claw your eyes out.
I have no idea how my eyes got so bad. It had to have been from the pinkeye, but the doctors I went to had no idea how it could have happened. My left eye was so scratched that it wore away the inner lining of my eyelid. The eye doctor acted like he had never seen anything like it before.
I don't remember how long it lasted, but it felt like forever. I couldn't see because both my eyes were gauzed shut. And it hurt, oh god did it hurt. Most of the time I was hopped up on painkillers and when I wasn't I was miserable and sick. It was probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me and it came out of nowhere and left scar tissue on my eyeballs. It certainly didn't make my horrible vision any better.
I still love that album though. I've listened to it more times than I can count.
When I was 14 I had my first kiss. It was from a cute, sort of chubby girl with short blonde hair. I didn't see her again till a few summers after. She had gained a massive amount of weight and was so annoying that I couldn't stand to be around her at all. I wish I knew what she was doing now. I feel bad that I acted like nothing had ever happened between us. I just want to apologize for being a stupid kid.
When I was born I peed in the doctor's face. True story.
I can't remember what age I was when I stepped bare-footed on a cap nail. A cap nail is normally used for insulation and has a plastic (or metal) piece on the end so you can pull it out without having to tear the shit out of what's keeping your house warm. Our house was in a constant state of repair, so there was probably more than one lying around. It was really stupid of me to walk around barefoot. If you've never seen a cap nail before, this is what I stepped on while I was lurking around outside the house with a super-soaker, trying to find my brother:
Except the one that got lodged in my foot was a lot longer. And rustier.
It didn't go all the way through my foot but it got about halfway in, enough to hurt like a son of a bitch as I crawled into the house screaming.
My grandma came over and pulled it out while I screamed over the pencil I was biting down on.
I had to get a tetanus shot some time later. I don't remember getting the shot but I remember going to see the live action Flintstones movie after. I don't remember if I enjoyed it or not. At that age I think I pretty much just accepted whatever was on the screen as quality film. The only movie I ever remember not liking was Kazaam. That horrid excuse for entertainment is an abomination that even the brain damaged would hate.
When I was twelve my best friend hit me in the face with a snow shovel. Again, it was my own damn fault. We were trying to build a fort and I got too close behind him as he brought the shovel back and he gashed my upper lip pretty good. It didn't go all the way through but it was enough to send me into crying hysterics as blood ran down my face.
I remember getting the stitches for it pretty clearly, especially since it was the only time I ever had to get them. I remember the long needle they put in my lip to numb the pain. I remember how weird it felt as they stitched it up, because it didn't hurt like it should have. When I don't have a mustache, you can still see the scar pretty clearly.
When I was 19 I got pinkeye. I got pinkeye worse than I've ever had in my life. I was downtown somewhere with a couple of my friends and we were digging through junk in a pawnshop. I got R.E.M.'s Green album for about two bucks. On the car ride home my eyes started to itch. Then they started to itch really badly. I started to rub my eyes, which is a bad idea. I stuck my head out the window which helped a little bit, but not much.
The next morning my eyes were a gunky mess. And the itching drove me insane. All I could do was curl my hands up in front of my face and yell in frustration because I couldn't itch them or I'd make it worse.
I remember sitting in front of the tiny TV I had in my room, watching West Side Story through the layer of gunk that kept forming. Then I did another stupid thing. I went into the bathroom, filled the sink with water, and submerged my face. Stupid. I'm surprised my whole family didn't get diseased. It did feel good though.
Then it started to go away.
Then my corneas got scratched.
Both of them.
If you've never had a scratched cornea, just pray it never ever happens. It's one of the most irritating things ever. Every time you blink you can feel it, this stinging pain, till you want to claw your eyes out.
I have no idea how my eyes got so bad. It had to have been from the pinkeye, but the doctors I went to had no idea how it could have happened. My left eye was so scratched that it wore away the inner lining of my eyelid. The eye doctor acted like he had never seen anything like it before.
I don't remember how long it lasted, but it felt like forever. I couldn't see because both my eyes were gauzed shut. And it hurt, oh god did it hurt. Most of the time I was hopped up on painkillers and when I wasn't I was miserable and sick. It was probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me and it came out of nowhere and left scar tissue on my eyeballs. It certainly didn't make my horrible vision any better.
I still love that album though. I've listened to it more times than I can count.
When I was 14 I had my first kiss. It was from a cute, sort of chubby girl with short blonde hair. I didn't see her again till a few summers after. She had gained a massive amount of weight and was so annoying that I couldn't stand to be around her at all. I wish I knew what she was doing now. I feel bad that I acted like nothing had ever happened between us. I just want to apologize for being a stupid kid.
When I was born I peed in the doctor's face. True story.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Frankenstein (1910)
Someone uploaded a full version of Edison Lab's 1910 version of Frankenstein to Youtube:
Some interesting things about this film:
1. It was the first film version of the Frankenstein story.
2. None of the actors were originally credited because the role of the actor wasn't considered important back then. Neither was anyone else involved in production. But Edison made damn sure his name was on it, despite having nothing to do with it's creation. (Typical Edison)
3. It took 3 days to film and lasted over ten minuets when most movies were only two or three.
4. It was long thought to be lost until a full copy (complete with tints!) turned up in the 1970s in the hands of a collector. The guy had bought it in the 50s and had no idea how rare it was.
5. Bela Lugosi was originally cast as the monster in the 1931 version but was replaced by Boris Karloff after several awful makeup tests. Surviving pictures show that he was made up to look like the monster from this version. Lugosi would later play the part in Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man.
Some thoughts on the film:
1. The monster being created by chemicals and wizard potions is a bit odd. I suppose being able to create fake body parts would be a few years down the road. Everyone knows that wizards are the answer to everything anyways.
2. Neat early special effects! All they did was set a dummy on fire and ran the film backwards but it still looks pretty cool.
3. I really like the way they set the mirror up you could see who was coming in the room. It's a nice way to get around the limitations of having a static one camera set-up.
4. A couple going to bed on their wedding night? Possibly implied rape? The Hay's Office wouldn't have had any of that!
5. More neat mirror effects with the monster vanishing while his reflection stays put.
6. And the first Frankenstein monster on film is defeated by...love? Possibly. Or it could just be that he never existed in the first place. Here's what Wikipedia says (from the Edison Kinetogram):
"When Frankenstein's love for his bride shall have attained full strength and freedom from impurity it will have such an effect upon his mind that the monster cannot exist."
So he was destroyed by love. But does that also mean that the monster was all in it's creator's mind? I think the monster is supposed to be the bad part of Frankenstein's nature. Sort of Jeckel and Hyde-ish. What do you guys think?
Final thoughts:
I'm really glad that a copy of this still exists and that anyone that wants to can watch and study it.
Do you think people at the time were frightened by the creature? I'm guessing they must have been since they probably hadn't seen much like it yet in the moving picture world. 100 year old nightmare fuel for the win!
Horror films wouldn't start to get really good until the German Expressionist films of the 1920s, but this is a fascinating look at the ground work for everything that would come after.
Now if only a copy of The Werewolf from 1913 still existed...check your grandparent's attics and barns!
Some interesting things about this film:
1. It was the first film version of the Frankenstein story.
2. None of the actors were originally credited because the role of the actor wasn't considered important back then. Neither was anyone else involved in production. But Edison made damn sure his name was on it, despite having nothing to do with it's creation. (Typical Edison)
3. It took 3 days to film and lasted over ten minuets when most movies were only two or three.
4. It was long thought to be lost until a full copy (complete with tints!) turned up in the 1970s in the hands of a collector. The guy had bought it in the 50s and had no idea how rare it was.
5. Bela Lugosi was originally cast as the monster in the 1931 version but was replaced by Boris Karloff after several awful makeup tests. Surviving pictures show that he was made up to look like the monster from this version. Lugosi would later play the part in Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man.
Some thoughts on the film:
1. The monster being created by chemicals and wizard potions is a bit odd. I suppose being able to create fake body parts would be a few years down the road. Everyone knows that wizards are the answer to everything anyways.
2. Neat early special effects! All they did was set a dummy on fire and ran the film backwards but it still looks pretty cool.
3. I really like the way they set the mirror up you could see who was coming in the room. It's a nice way to get around the limitations of having a static one camera set-up.
4. A couple going to bed on their wedding night? Possibly implied rape? The Hay's Office wouldn't have had any of that!
5. More neat mirror effects with the monster vanishing while his reflection stays put.
6. And the first Frankenstein monster on film is defeated by...love? Possibly. Or it could just be that he never existed in the first place. Here's what Wikipedia says (from the Edison Kinetogram):
"When Frankenstein's love for his bride shall have attained full strength and freedom from impurity it will have such an effect upon his mind that the monster cannot exist."
So he was destroyed by love. But does that also mean that the monster was all in it's creator's mind? I think the monster is supposed to be the bad part of Frankenstein's nature. Sort of Jeckel and Hyde-ish. What do you guys think?
Final thoughts:
I'm really glad that a copy of this still exists and that anyone that wants to can watch and study it.
Do you think people at the time were frightened by the creature? I'm guessing they must have been since they probably hadn't seen much like it yet in the moving picture world. 100 year old nightmare fuel for the win!
Horror films wouldn't start to get really good until the German Expressionist films of the 1920s, but this is a fascinating look at the ground work for everything that would come after.
Now if only a copy of The Werewolf from 1913 still existed...check your grandparent's attics and barns!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Stop Having Boring Tuna, Stop Having a Boring Life
I've heard it said that the worst crime a piece of art can commit is being boring. Art is supposed to elicit a reaction, good or bad, and if it doesn't then it fails and fades away.
In the same vein, unless you're this woman, then the things you remember most are probably going to be either really pleasent or when something really bad happened. Or something really weird I suppose. Lets face it though, most of life is pretty boring, which is one reason why I think art is so important.
I think most people are pretty boring too. There's a path that you're expected to take to succeed in life. You're born, you grow up, go to school, go to college, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old, die. I'm not saying it's bad, but for me it just seems so dull. Most of the people who went down in history (or infamy) were able to buck the system somehow and live their own lives. But did they realize their whole lives that they were marching to the beat of a different drum, or did they slowly come to the realization that they were bound for something greater?
Well, anyways, I've come to the realization that most of the people I work with everyday are boring. They're also pretty damn fake and back-stabby too, but mostly boring. My job is also dull to the fucking max. It's really been dragging me down lately. I was able to finagle a day off last Friday and I went to take a nap. I woke up scared a short time later because I had a dream about work. Most nightmares don't bother me at all but that really made my heart pound. My brain can't come up with anything else? No wonder I've had such bad writer's block lately. It's sucking the fucking life out of me.
But writing about it does make me feel a little better. All of you are interesting people and I do like connecting with you, even if it's just through a computer. No, wait, is that creepy? I didn't mean it that way, I just meant that I don't have many people that I can talk openly to. And thus, I have my Internet friends. It's sort of like talking to myself except I know that some people are actually reading it.
So heres a few things that have been on my mind lately:
2. Routine. I'm so sick of routine! I hate doing the same thing every day in and day out for months and months. Sometimes I imagine that my computer blows up or that aliens crash land their ship through the ceiling. Or even that I get stuck in the elevator all day. Yeah, it'd suck but at least it would be something different!
3. Velouria is my new favorite song:
For some reason it really hits me in the gut and the video is beautiful in it's simplicity.
I also love the line "we will wade in the shine of the ever." It's probably just brain vomit like most of Frank Black's lyrics, but it's damn beautiful.
4. Lindsay Ellis's Blog makes me really want to go to film school. I was thinking about studying history, but I realized that film is really what makes me happy. It's turned into an obsession, and I'm happy for it. I think you need something to be obsessed about, something that you really passionately love to get you through sometimes.
One of the main problems though, is that it takes a lot of my time. I work a ten hour shift (12 if the douchebag upper administrators decide we need it, and of course in the military you don't get paid over-time) and a movie will usually take a good two hours to watch. I get home about six, and by the time I wash up and eat and do other crap it's already eight o clock. And I'm too tired to concentrate. If I do put one in, it'll be ten o clock by the time it's done which means that I have about an hour to get ready for bed. On a regular night I usually end up staying up late anyways because there's always something else I want to do. So I binge on weekends to make up for the lost week. I can usually get five movies in those two days if I ignore trying to have a social life. So yeah, movies eat up a lot of time.
Plus no one else seems to share my obsession (or love of trash films and b-movies) so I usually end up watching them alone. It's not a big deal though, if the movie is good enough I can escape into it's world for a bit and forget that I'm spending another weekend at home drinking cheap wine by myself. If it's bad enough then I can laugh and not feel so shitty anyways.
I'm done rambling. Oh yeah, today I imagined that I was sitting in an old mossy graveyard in the woods somewhere. It was divine, the sun was shining and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue through the trees. The gravestones were crumbled and broken but you could still read some of the dates and names. I forgot how good it feels to escape like that.
And for all of you that have seen Shutter Island...is it any good? I was thinking of going out to see it this weekend. The trailer makes it look really cliche.
In the same vein, unless you're this woman, then the things you remember most are probably going to be either really pleasent or when something really bad happened. Or something really weird I suppose. Lets face it though, most of life is pretty boring, which is one reason why I think art is so important.
I think most people are pretty boring too. There's a path that you're expected to take to succeed in life. You're born, you grow up, go to school, go to college, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old, die. I'm not saying it's bad, but for me it just seems so dull. Most of the people who went down in history (or infamy) were able to buck the system somehow and live their own lives. But did they realize their whole lives that they were marching to the beat of a different drum, or did they slowly come to the realization that they were bound for something greater?
Well, anyways, I've come to the realization that most of the people I work with everyday are boring. They're also pretty damn fake and back-stabby too, but mostly boring. My job is also dull to the fucking max. It's really been dragging me down lately. I was able to finagle a day off last Friday and I went to take a nap. I woke up scared a short time later because I had a dream about work. Most nightmares don't bother me at all but that really made my heart pound. My brain can't come up with anything else? No wonder I've had such bad writer's block lately. It's sucking the fucking life out of me.
But writing about it does make me feel a little better. All of you are interesting people and I do like connecting with you, even if it's just through a computer. No, wait, is that creepy? I didn't mean it that way, I just meant that I don't have many people that I can talk openly to. And thus, I have my Internet friends. It's sort of like talking to myself except I know that some people are actually reading it.
So heres a few things that have been on my mind lately:
2. Routine. I'm so sick of routine! I hate doing the same thing every day in and day out for months and months. Sometimes I imagine that my computer blows up or that aliens crash land their ship through the ceiling. Or even that I get stuck in the elevator all day. Yeah, it'd suck but at least it would be something different!
3. Velouria is my new favorite song:
For some reason it really hits me in the gut and the video is beautiful in it's simplicity.
I also love the line "we will wade in the shine of the ever." It's probably just brain vomit like most of Frank Black's lyrics, but it's damn beautiful.
4. Lindsay Ellis's Blog makes me really want to go to film school. I was thinking about studying history, but I realized that film is really what makes me happy. It's turned into an obsession, and I'm happy for it. I think you need something to be obsessed about, something that you really passionately love to get you through sometimes.
One of the main problems though, is that it takes a lot of my time. I work a ten hour shift (12 if the douchebag upper administrators decide we need it, and of course in the military you don't get paid over-time) and a movie will usually take a good two hours to watch. I get home about six, and by the time I wash up and eat and do other crap it's already eight o clock. And I'm too tired to concentrate. If I do put one in, it'll be ten o clock by the time it's done which means that I have about an hour to get ready for bed. On a regular night I usually end up staying up late anyways because there's always something else I want to do. So I binge on weekends to make up for the lost week. I can usually get five movies in those two days if I ignore trying to have a social life. So yeah, movies eat up a lot of time.
Plus no one else seems to share my obsession (or love of trash films and b-movies) so I usually end up watching them alone. It's not a big deal though, if the movie is good enough I can escape into it's world for a bit and forget that I'm spending another weekend at home drinking cheap wine by myself. If it's bad enough then I can laugh and not feel so shitty anyways.
I'm done rambling. Oh yeah, today I imagined that I was sitting in an old mossy graveyard in the woods somewhere. It was divine, the sun was shining and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue through the trees. The gravestones were crumbled and broken but you could still read some of the dates and names. I forgot how good it feels to escape like that.
And for all of you that have seen Shutter Island...is it any good? I was thinking of going out to see it this weekend. The trailer makes it look really cliche.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Short Song Piece
Scratch at the dark
It tears to shreds
Pieces of the night's black veil
Clinging to your fingertips
But beyond
Bleeding through
It's darker than you ever knew
And you scream
And pray for the sunlight
For the time
And the place
When you'll feel right
While the abyss consumes you
There's no way out this time
Falling down
It tears to shreds
Pieces of the night's black veil
Clinging to your fingertips
But beyond
Bleeding through
It's darker than you ever knew
And you scream
And pray for the sunlight
For the time
And the place
When you'll feel right
While the abyss consumes you
There's no way out this time
Falling down
Friday, February 19, 2010
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