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 fiancé... 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.

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.

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.

Happy New Year?

So I just wanted to get something up as a place holder and to fill the page some.

I will get a Mission statement up soon so that you will have more of an idea what you are really looking at.

The First hour of this New Year was a bust. If it is indicative of what the rest of the year is about sign me out now.

I woke up at 10:00. I thought it was 9:00 sort of a shocker for me. I hurried in to the shower to get the day rolling. As I was trying to get the water temp adjusted to a tolerable temperature the flow suddenly slammed down to a trickle. Something akin to what you might expect to find if you were Ted Kennedy trying to take a piss into the Potomac River in January. That had never happened before I turned off the water and restarted it... the Old Windows trick... only this time it didn’t do any good. I tried it again and it did work... for a minute, then slammed back to a trickle. I went through this ridiculous excursive several more times all the while couching down and shivering my naked ass off. We don’t run the heat at night. Finally I get pissed off enough to grab a robe and march down stairs to get a vice grip and rip the shower head off. I took off and saw nothing that even remotely suggested that there was a problem. I took the shower head down stairs to where I had some spectacles and could really see what I was looking at. Still nothing. I took the thing ALL the way apart. Still Nothing. I reassembled it but I left out the flow restrictor plates. I was sort of surprised to find not one but 4. Just as an afterthought I turned the shower water on to see if there was some debris in the line that might have been the culprit. Sure enough there was something... I don’t know if that was it though. I re-installed the shower head and voila Lots of hot water. So I hopped in to get warm. You might think that was a happy ending... and the end of a stupid little blog entry... but noOOOooo.
Just as I was about to get all warm I remembered that the vent fan was not on. I turned to reach out to the switch to turn it on. The switch is OLD and as such requires a heavy hand to make the fan come on. Well it seems that when my hand hit the limit of the switch the resulting jolt upset the delicate balance of the traction coefficient between my wet right foot and the non-skid-tape-less floor of my tub and I fell down onto my knee and my left elbow rather hard. I stop and look around to be sure that I am not bleeding anywhere then move to stand up... then the knee slips and now I am doing a reverse back bend in the bottom of the tub. I manage to get myself upright and back to showering. I get all shampooed up when the hot water starts petering out. I hurry to get the vital parts cleaned and shut off the water. It should be noted here that removing the flow restrictor plates upset some critical balance between the amount of water flowing into the shower and the drains ability to evacuate it... so now I am standing in about 2 inches of soapy water. Yippy. This problem hadn’t been a problem before the increased flow rate was introduced to the equation. I reach out and get the towel to get dried off when I realize in my haste to get out from under the cooling water I neglected to rinse the shampoo from my hair. Not a tremendously bad thing. Anyone who knows me knows there isn’t a lot of hair to have shampoo in. But now most of it is in my one and only towel. But I didn’t REALLY know that I had only one towel till that morning. I tossed the towel out and rinsed off again in remarkably cool water. It seems that I had used up all the hot water messing with fixing the shower head. So now I stand there soaking wet and cold with no towel. I get out and look in the hall closet... nope not there. That is when I realized that a trip to Wally World was in order. I dried off using my bathrobe, a nearly 20 year old terry cloth Bathrobe I got as a company Christmas present. So if this first hour of 2009 is any indication of the year to come...