Someone KNOWS Everything About YOU (and it's not these guys!)

Oh, and not the IRS, FBI, or DEA either!

Spies Among Us

Fantastic Four? More like, Spastic Stupidity

Wow, it's been awhile since I've seen a movie this dumb, never mind an actor this bad. Ioan Gruffudd plays "Reed Richards," in this horrific little cinematic piece of undeniable garbage. Look, for what it is, (a comic book movie), it falls flat. Nothing new, nothing exciting. I'm sure some people might espouse the greatness and inventiveness of the special effects, but what does any of that matter when there's no story? The film, directed by, wait for this... Tim Story (seriously? that's just plain dumb, buddy) -
doesn't have a plot worth the cocktail napkin whoever the drunk was that penned this script on. Jessica Alba pouts a lot, almost the entire movie, though she makes up for it by being a pretty distraction. Michael Chiklis does what he does best, play a monosyllabic Jewish tough guy (who in this, morphs into The Thing.) Chris Evans and Julian McMahon were the only people actually acting, here. They do a good job, but not enough to save this cheese ball flick. And you wonder why America is growing more and more stupid every day? The writers of this schlock should take a hard close look at themselves. One, if not both, of them, should, in the best interests of the world at large, either find a new day job or someone should take them out back and shoot them. My brain feels like silly putty after this gross portrayal. performance, and particularly perturbing picture.

a couple questions

is the world getting more crowded every day? or is it me?
- Janet, NH

Good question, Janet! It sure feels like it is, doesn't it? Either that, or you're slowly developing a minor form of
agoraphobia. Let's see, though! For now, my ADD rattled brain is completely intoxicated with the thought!
Oops, sorry for you, Janet, the world is in fact, not getting more crowded. My suggestion would be to hold on to your purse, buy a gun, take an outdoor survival course (Outward Bound, or National Outdoor Leadership School) and head for the hills. I'd hurry, too, if I were you.


i thought everyone understood the concept of "personal space," what should i do if i encounter someone to whom this concept seems particularly alien?
- Trying To Keep It Inside

Well, first off your signature frightens me a little, I asked a neighbor of yours to let me know if pets start disappearing in her, i mean, his, or (person's) little living radius. That being said, why not handle it like me? Walking across the street, some lost tool-phoric-moron (who was lost) called out to me, picking out some color that I was wearing. Of course, I ignored him. Kept walking. Again, I hear, "Hey, blue hat!" I keep walking. Again. Still, now I'm almost across the street, nothing standing in my way, freedom yards away and obstruction free. Again. This time, thinking to myself that there's no way in hell this jack-ass is calling me blue-hat and expecting me to give him directions, I turn. Hey, and sure enough, tall jackolantern-boy with his vapid little girlfriend next to him chomping gum like a canine trolling through steak fat to find the meat; he's looking right at me, and now audaciously asks me if I know where "BLANK street" is. "Oh, yes." completely amused by the two of them, I whip my left hand out to point over my shoulder, the same direction where UNOBSTRUCTED FREEDOM was moments ago, and WHAP some little gangbanger in the face who has his arm around his sidekick troll of a girlfriend.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. Physically, realistically, taking science into consideration, not only was it impossible for him to get that close to me that fast, but WHY (under the assumption this IS indeed, gangbanging Flash Gordon) is he on my friggin' hip? I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. THERE'S YARDS OF SPACE ALL AROUND ME! So what did I do, TTKII? I laughed. I couldn't help it. After my hand smacked him in the face, the sheer absurdity of it... how was I supposed act? For a second I think he thought his manhood was in jeopardy- a retaliatory strike for an affront to his masculinity was definitely in order. But still laughing, I then apologized, and I think, despite his typical and general leanings toward stupidity, he got it. "Oh, I was walking too close to him, and he's laughing because he had no idea I was there." (read: stupid white boy). And, with that near reaction kept in check, he walked on. I did too. Good old Mr. Blue Hat crossing the street, happily turning around in circles and whapping passer-bys. To the point though, TTKII, next time you're confronted with this, do not acknowledge the invasion. Simply over animate all your physical motions. An "accidental" knock to the nads, and you'll get your space back, believe me.



what causes traffic?
- Channel 2 News

This one is easy.
Traffic is caused by some old person, foreigner, or handicapped person unknowingly driving the wrong speed in the wrong lane, and then being joined by as many more similar individuals as there are lanes. When this happens, no one can get by, and traffic may be backed up for miles and miles. While I have you, a question of my own: How come weathermen are allowed so many mistakes? Don’t you guys (i.e. networks) realize they’re only pretending all those systems are volatile and unpredictable?

Imagine... (check this video)

Ah, yes, the power of music. A song by, Lennon, a man killed (in a way) by the power of words. Or at least, Chapman, constructed that to be the case. You know what, folks? If you’re going to kill someone, take inventory of the why, so that when you get caught, at least you won’t try and pass the buck, blaming some outside influence- be it a book, or a talking neighbor’s dog.

A little extreme- yes. Some politicians, some senators, want you to believe it. Free speech kills. It's inflammatory, caustic in its insightfulness; one-sided, blind to the truth that I want you to know.

"Imagine," by John Lennon, is still, and shall (judging by my predilection) remain, one of my all time favorite songs. It's pure, it's honest, hopeful, and above all, human.

Ultimately, it's about what we all would love. (Most of us, the majority of us.) And yet, the beast that is HUMAN, will never allow for it. Open your psychology books, pry open your philosophy texts. You know it's true. The band covering Lennon's work- A Perfect Circle

We all know, no one can draw a 'perfect circle', unless they're crazy. Only an insane person can draw a PERFECT circle. Why? You could throw all sorts of science around this one, but unfortunately, like the baseball pitcher's curveball, there is no scientific proof for that law, nor is there one to dispel it. Human nature is. Why does a dog circle before it lies down? Genetic wiring, right? Well, with us, HUMANS, it's deeper, different. One could argue you could train, or educate a dog not to circle before he lies down. And it would be hard. Centuries of wiring genetic predisposition, but the argument could be made: you could un-teach him, un-wire him.

Human violence, the irrational sort (not speaking of self-defense or preservation here), it is a part of all of us. It is, goes beyond pre-disposition, it simply is the way it is. Look, humankind has been fighting for centuries, more often than not, in the name of some god that they believe is pushing them, all in order that they find the courage, faith, or discipline to make themselves stronger. What kind of higher power is that? How many human lives have been lost in the name of religion? Maybe, we should be implementing all that expended energy on the demystification of the science behind all things that be. Okay, though, lest I digress-

People are inherently mean, and those that aren't, are perceived as weak.

Think about it. Getting cut in line at the grocery store, someone taking your parking spot, changing the channel you were watching... you react. Granted in this light, you act to "protect your interests": your spot in line, at the register, or on the television. Okay, but you see this, right? Now, magnify the stakes. Replace "spot in line" with "human rights", or "television privileges" with "use of natural resources." You have to assert yourself, or you will get walked, ALL SORTS of all, over. The only times this doesn’t really truly apply, might be, is, within the familial situational setting. Simply, because, let’s face it, roles, the pecking order, has been worked out to an understanding that at least for the moment is acceptable to all parties concerned.

Until then, someone will always be trying to take something from you. You just have to let them know, set them straight, educate them; No! This is mine. And on the grander scale, then all those of you who are so altruistic and kind and good, then shouldn’t you be standing up for those very same things that you hold dear, for the, or in defense of, those that are confronted with oppression? Or is that asking you to look too many grocery lines, parking spaces, or television channels over from your present comfort level?

Welcome newcomer! You've reached my cute little corner of the world wide web. Here I will try to expand your ways of thinking, introduce you to new perspectives, and maybe entertain you a little bit along the way.

Music, movies, writing, and reading.
Politics, culture, values, morals.

Aside from the fact that the above makes for a neato little introduction to some minstrel’s ditty (possibly before being led away in shackles to be soon beheaded, locked and starved in solitude, or worse yet, drawn and quartered) it also is this blog's range of topics to be covered. Vague? Probably, but truth is, I'm not really sure what I'm going to post here. Which would now seem like already I can't be trusted as supposedly I just told you what in fact I would be posting here. So what's the deal? Honestly, I have no idea. Both answers are right. I am a Gemini. If I ever fuck up royally, I can always blame it on my other half. Incidentally, my horoscope today called me a great communicator, and told me to reach out and seek help from those who are in a position to help me, because they will. Seriously? Talk about ridiculous nonsensical idealism... William F. Buckley, Jr. said it best, “Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality, the costs become prohibitive.” The sweetness of that statement still drips down the back of my throat, as I lick my lips contemplating its profundity. This is my first post, I'll make it short; quick pain is never as painful as pain that's long and drawn out. Thus, I leave you with a couple directions to begin your education of all things right and wrong that you've yet to consider.

music:
"I'm breaking my own rules, becoming someone else; Well everybody says I ought to get over myself, I'm thinking I can't move if there isn't somewhere else to go." - We Are Scientists

culture/politics:
An old article, but I just don't understand why the masses are so complacent (this means you) in allowing the law to be dictated by an industry.

Much more on this later, but for now check out one of my favorite people of late in the WIRED magazine article from 4 years ago!

and how bout a little poetry?
come on, you can still be cool:

Lecherous Sickness
Sometimes I lie here, wondering if you feel the same.
For you’re not of the same cut as me,
And likely not of the same vein.
Are then my feelings for you to be completely in vain?
Another day passes, as does another wave of feeling.
Until I wake, with you still not here.
I wonder where…
To the bathroom I crawl- if I’m lucky;
To relieve myself of last night’s withdrawal.
Done, I settle back into my thoughts.
Thoughts of you, and how much you make me puke.


Okay that's all for now. 'Till the next, sign me, OG.