Friday, September 15, 2006

All Along The Way

The story so far:
My stint at Jury Duty is over for at least another 12 months. The paperwork for being paid for it has been turned in and I can't seem to get into the network from home to check on it being processed.
My book from Ralph Steadman: The Joke's Over, is on its way and will be delivered on the 19th of September at the latest, by the nice folks at FedEx. I just saw The Black Dahlia and saw a few people walking out of the film quite late in the process, and Idiocracy, where no one walked, and I laughed the loudest at certain spots...cringed in both films, at the lame bits of each. Can't compare the two. Shouldn't certainly, but I did see both in as many days apart and I am thinking of them now as I just read the reviews and it's all fresh on my mind and so I feel the need to comment here.
Thought arrived after Dahlia, to not see any more films, not if I wasn't going to be in them or make them. Right now I'd just love to sit with a good book and read. I don't feel in the mood for any thing else.
It's cooling off around here and I am sicky-poo feeling, but that could just be as a result of low blood sugar due to my not having any thing to eat in a while, and or having some high end fructose stuff Green Tea Drink, and now I've crashed.
I'm not in the mood to be fucked with but have been, and I yelled and shouted out, some kind of idiocy of my mother interrupting me in my thoughts alone in a chair as I sat, contemplating what pen or pen combination to put in my pant and shirt pockets...she had to drive the knife in my chest again about the pool not working. I don't give a damn about it. I told her about the hose being crimped, as the thing will screw up the pump and cleaning device and system. She's all talking to me about high PSI of the meter and all, knowing that it mustn't go above 30 pounds per square inch, and I told her months ago that having the hose pinched would cause problems and that the pump should not be run with the crimped hose, which crimped a long time ago and needed to be replaced. She didn't let me replace it. I could have done so a long time ago on my own of course but just haven't....the pump/cleaning system has worked "fine" as it were, but so what?
If it's messed up like that, any idiot can tell you or say, that that could be a problem, or could lead to some, as time goes by. No shit. Easy. So all this time the pump and cleaning system has been working, and now today it's not. Okay, now what? So what do you want me to do about it? I'm not going to empty out the damn tank like I did several weeks ago (which would surely fix it). I don't think that the thing should be emptied every couple of weeks, just because the pressure is too high. It's insane, stupid.
It seems every couple of weeks, something with the pool needs to be done. Right on my day off. Perfect for killing my weekend, when all I want to do is think about what to write, or, read and write, and nothing else, not be bothered by any thing else. I don't want to mess with the stinking pool or any thing else around this house. I don't want to have to fool with it. It's a white elephant/a money pit, and it's only really used by me in Summer mornings, when I need to take the edge off. I hate having to mess with it. I'd rather sit up stairs here in my room and contemplate what pen I should use and what pocket it should be placed in. I'd really rather just be in the mood to read or write.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006


"I'm swallowing kryptonite. No one can save me now, not even superman inside a lead suit.
Jumping off the bridge without a rubber banded rope. Flying my commercial jet airliner into the building, screaming: allahu akbar, allahu akbar, allahu akbar (god is great)!
No one can stop me now, not even god. I'm gone. I'm dead. I'm done. You will no longer see or hear me ever again, not that I'm aware of. Not that I'm aware. I am dead and gone and good riddance to you."
--Tiompka, unknown poet.
After THE DOORS I don't think I've seen any other film by Oliver Stone. I used to laugh and say, get it? Wham! (That's the sound of being hit over the head with the POINT of his films.) Here's the point WHAM! I'm going to show you the point WHAM!(I'm smaking my hand flat on the desktop here for emphasis, making the motion of crashing a baseball bat over your head.) Here's the point WHAM! Get it? WHAM! There's the point WHAM! Oh, and in case you didn't get it, WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
It is an over the top method. It is that dramatic medium, but a bit excessive I thought, his work, things coming from him, regardless that in this day and age of multi-tudinal, distractedness.
There's an old hollywood storytelling method: Tell them you're going to tell them. Tell them. Then tell them you've told them.
And, it was showing them that, not telling per se. It is the visual/aural medium, to be sure.
"Looks more WHAM! Like a sycamore WHAM! To me WHAM WHAM WHAM!!" --Yogi Bear, as stunt actor, trying to make it big in Hollow-wood, as ever, trying to get out of Jellystone Park.
---Mr. Ken.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

What The Hell?

I say, What The Hell? What happened to making the blog just follow one thing after the other? What the hell? What the hell happened to having one entry meet the next and not have a break or have to click a link to the right side column to get another shot? What the hell? I can't add other photos, no one adds comments, what the hell?
This is indicative of how stupid life is. No wonder people shoot their mouths off or crush themselves under the wheels of their own jeeps in weak attempts and general exitry. FOOLS! IDIOTS! KNAVES! JACKANAPES! IMBECILES! Pistol whipping nincompoops! What the hell?