Saturday, January 17, 2009

A night at the movies...

I watched a movie last night. It is in my opinion one of the best of the worst movies I have ever seen. It has a great idea for a plot line and it is executed pretty well… mostly. It is a 1997 movie called “Event Horizon”. It is a horribly gruesome movie. I don’t know why I stayed up to watch it. I felt very ugly and dirty and small afterwards. The short of the story is that a Dr. Weir developed a spaceship that is capable of folding/bending space. The Idea is to bring two distant points in space, say many many lights years apart, together, then to transition from the start point to the distant point. This allows the ship to sort of cheat at traveling faster than the speed of light. But there seems to be a catch, as you might guess with any cheat of this magnitude. There is a gap between the two points. That gap is apparently hell. The ship, on its maiden voyage to Proxima Centauri, disappears. Seven years later it reappears near the planet Neptune. A rescue ship, the 'Lewis and Clark' sent to investigate. The 'Event Horizon' comes back “possessed” by something… presumably the devil but certainly evil and very malevolent. The possessing 'spirit' fills the rescue crew with false and hateful images of fear and, you guessed it, gore, slowly pushing some towards insanity. The "bad" part is this; these are images flashed at the audience at high speed and frightening clarity in short bursts… ala subliminal advertising… that are absolutely horrific . I won’t even describe them. I said all that to say this there are a whole raft of movies out like this. The "Saw" movies, the "Hostel" movies where gore and unspeakable violence are the central attraction. They are like porn movies only... no sex, just evil, pain, and gore. At a certain level I would rather watch the porn movies… but they are not too very good for the soul either… more on that another time. How is it possible that there are enough people who will watch a movie like this, let alone enough who pay to see them to make them profitable? There must be lots of people out there willing to pay to see them… they make them all the time. Not too much for plot holds them together just excuses to torture and eviscerate people slowly and cruelly. Like I said Porn with gore not sex. Instead of the hapless pizza guy with a huge schlong who delivers to a sorority party or cougar party you have individuals with various emotional or mental deficiencies who like to bathe in blood or worse. Another movie I saw that perhaps I should not have... "The Cell" from 2000. The Cell has an Interesting sort of SCI/Fi-ish plot which is what interested me initially, layered with a time critical serial killer search. The Cell features amazingly beautiful cinematography hung on horribly ugly plot points. Sort of like having beautiful royal purple velvet drapes and furnishings in a battle field foxhole where infantry men had been blown up. I stayed to watch it but my fiancĂ©... she did not. She was horrified by it and left.

In hind sight I should have been also. I wish, now, that I had also.



Friday, January 16, 2009

Some people...

I wrote in my warning bit on the side bar about humorless fuckwitts that get offended to easily… There is one of these fuckwitts in Notasulga Alabama. Apparently there is a cat that used to hang out in this tiny little town’s post office. It seems that a resident of the town that didn’t like the cat hanging out in the post office, citing something about the post office being a federal building and the cat not paying federal taxes which offended this fuckwitt sufficiently to write a letter to the postmaster to have the cat banned from the premises. This fuckwitt must have said something pretty powerful because the postmaster did indeed ban the cat from the building. I would have to lump the postmaster in with the offended fuckwitt for even taking this sort of thing even remotely seriously. But I don’t know what sort of Gloria Allred sort of legal B.S. may have been contained in this letter so I will reserve judgment on that issue. It seems, though, that the town feels the same way I do. They have gotten together and taken action to get the cat (Sammy) back into the post office. One woman rented a post office box in the cats name to expedite the cause. Nowhere did I see the name of the fuckwitt. I have to imagine that the fuckwitt is too afraid to be known or too embarrassed… or both. There must not be any money in it for them… this time.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Mission statement sort of.

As an experiment I will leave this blog as un-retouched (edited) as I can manage as a first draft. Then I will rework it over the next couple of days and repost it to see how it changes. Perhaps I will do much of that. A stream of conscience first draft then the cleaned up final draft… perhaps I can see what gets sifted out and what gets punched up and from that see where my priorities are and see if they shift over time.

I have given this some though over the past week or so. I guess I will be writing about what is happening in my life these days and hot what is happening now relates to stuff that happened in the past. Initially I thought it would all be just one thing then as time went on I thought that “these” things would be interesting and ”these things too so suddenly I was forced to open it up to a whole lot of things/ideas. I tried blogging before. I was enamored with some blogs that I was reading… sex blogs principally. I thought they were very revealing and exciting and expressive and a lot of things. I had a lot of things to learn about sex and sexuality and how I dealt with sex and sexuality… a LOT to learn. Perhaps that makes sense and perhaps it doesn’t just now but as time goes on I believe it will.

Some things will be relevant some things will be irrelevant but possibly humorous and some will just be rants. I think I rant less now than I did before. I used to listen to a lot of TALK radio, specifically Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hanidy and several others that I thought/think are good idealogs. I believe in much of what they say… but as I have recently come to understand much of what I believe is base principally on my feelings. I used to believe that I was a fact base believer but as was made apparent to me through a series of talks with a friend it became clear that this was not the case. This was a tough pill to swallow, an unpleasant epiphany so to speak. I hope to either back up my feelings with facts that support my beliefs or perhaps modify my beliefs or perhaps modify my feelings or perhaps none of the above of perhaps some of all of the above. As perhaps will become apparent if I do this right (for myself) I will move back on to more solid ground thought and feeling wise. That is to say I will get my thoughts and my feelings and my beliefs all lined up a bit better.

To start with I would say that I was a conservative person. I believe that as a result of years of listening to Rush I see conspiracy under most every rock. Initially I took that to be a more piercing inquiry of everything I saw or read. I am ok knowing that I am a cynic. I have to say though that being a cynic tends to make me less able to connect with good things. I should say it’s harder to find good things to connect with if you question everything and every one’s motives.

In the end I hope that this will be a way for me to explore stuff that is floating around inside and either line it up or change it or get rid of it (delete it for those that know me) for the better. I read this on a blog somewhere

“Writing down your thoughts helps put worries in to concrete ideas and move past an event, rather than simply ruminating and letting negative feelings simmer. It creates a cohesive story for your life narrative.“ Richard B Slatcher

I hope this will help me be happier in the end.