So you all have offered quite a bit of feedback and support through your comments this past year on the old Blogspot site and I am very appreciative of that. It was originally intended that all of your comments be transferred to this new site and the corresponding posts that you commented on but, due to the fact that I have parted ways with my previous collaborator/webmaster, this is looking somewhat unlikely (that is until I get a better understanding of Wordpress, which may take some time).
That is not to say that it is impossible, but for the moment it has to be set on the backburner so that I can concentrate on new content. So let this serve as a reference and some sort of pansyass tribute to all of you beautiful, succulent people with tender skin that have supported me through this entire process! And to the many, many people that have hated on me: As always, go fuck yourself.
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This is going to be a long read. And most of it is going to be somewhat (outrageously) negative. So I’ll get the good things about Indiana Jones 4 out of the way first:
1.) Cate Blanchett is one of my favorite modern actresses (check out I’m Not There as well as Coffee and Cigarettes). And this movie definitely emphasizes her gorgeous eyes and thick juicy ass (that I want to slice off and wrap myself in for all eternity). So this movie is worth the price of admission for that alone.
2.) Harrison Ford is fantastic as Indiana Jones. Even though his young, spry, cocksure attitude and iconic whip seem to have been replaced with a rolled up newspaper and a gruff, cranky old man voice that always seems to have Ford one moment away from soiling his britches.
I remember watching an interview with Harvey Diamond. He was speaking on behalf of animal rights. Harvey argued,
“Put a baby in a crib with an apple and a rabbit. If it eats the rabbit and plays with the apple, I’ll buy you a new car.”
But I always found that argument to be unfair. I mean, the apple is ready to go, but I’d probably want to slice the rabbit to apart with a machete and then skin, smoke, and salt it (and then drape the intestines over myself as some sort of coat to keep warm). I figure then I’d have a delicious smoked rabbit as well as an apple.
I hate black and white thinkers like that. People that don’t consider the alternatives for each one of the problems we face every day and the willingness to adapt, try new things, and eventually (if we don’t shelter ourselves enough) evolve. The reason I bring this up is because of this: Fuck the RIAA.
Vicandor the Great tells the story of Donald, A young Korean teenager that has become so addicted and immersed into World of Warcraft that he is beginning to display psychotic tendencies. His step-mother Martha, arranges for his intervention. A decision that pushes the family into a downward spiral of self loathing, extreme nerdity, and violence. It stars Dan Luke, Patsy Cruciano, Doug Wolf, and Joe Jacks. It was directed and written by Dan Luke with Leonel Chavez on audio and Scott Steinhilber as the Director of Photography.
It is a vignette in a short film entitled “Technoholics Anonymous,” (which also contains vignettes by Patsy Cruciano, Casey Conlon, and Leonel Chavez) for Columbia College and looks way better on DVD because youtube decided to make everything look like shit.
It was edited in Avid. A program that sincerely hate with so much passion that I very well may hunt down its creators, murder them, and then remarry their wives and claim their children as my own.
So I’m a television major. I deal with writing television shows and spending long days on cheap, inexpensive Columbia College sets. You would think that I would film a scene from A Streetcar Named Desire right, but I didn’t. Instead I opted to compose a gangsta rap song about Act Three of A Streetcar Named Desire entitled Poker Night.
Pablo and Steve narrate the song as they watch the events of Poker Night take place. And I will admit that they change things up a bit, but that is just because Pablo is an exaggerating asshole. Most of the dialect was reworked into either Gangsta or Ebonics (That means street talk, dear reader). And while I was originally going to use Alta Vista’s translator to translate my couplets into those languages…
I eventually just learned to trust my inner knowledge of the streets.
