I guess I am two things:
1. Slow on the uptake as to what it is the kids are laughing at these days.
2. Not a fan of Saturday Night Live.
Because I was just hipped to the "Dick in a Box" skit, and by God it is amusing.
See for thyself.
1. Slow on the uptake as to what it is the kids are laughing at these days.
2. Not a fan of Saturday Night Live.
Because I was just hipped to the "Dick in a Box" skit, and by God it is amusing.
See for thyself.
I saw Apolcalypto on Friday. Bad is not an accurate way to describe it. Awefully terrible is more like it.
There is a whole glut of reasons why this movie fails, but none more obvious than the mindless absence of a plot/dramatic arc/personal effect to make the viewer give a shit. The Mel Gibson Jesus flick of a couple years ago was bad for a bunch of reasons and like Apocalypto, it lacked the necessary essentials to categorize it as a movie. Whatever the case may be the movie is just bad. Mel Gibson royally fucked up what could otherwise have been a magnificent movie about a fantasically complex yet ultra violent ancient culture. The juxtaposition is there by way of history. The irony is there by way of history. The political and religious tensions are there by way of history. Still, the movie sucks. I mean, how the fuck do you make a movie about Mayans and show (what I assume is) Tenochtitlan for a total of 5 minutes? What the fuck is that?
Well, beating up on the obviously helpless gets me nowhere so I'll resign from my disgust to a more affable position of settled apathy. Bleh!
In more lovely news, tomorrow I haul ass back to Akron for the holidays. On the 27th I leave for two weeks in the Alps of Switzerland. I'm crazy hyped about that action. But before that I get to visit with my neice Ahnsa, who lives with my brother in Austin. Huge blue eyes, dirty blonde curly hair and a mind hell bent on explaining to you how stupid you are for not understanding her 21 month old baby-babble. My brother has definately upped the ante on producing adorable children. She is just that....adorable. My lord.
There is a whole glut of reasons why this movie fails, but none more obvious than the mindless absence of a plot/dramatic arc/personal effect to make the viewer give a shit. The Mel Gibson Jesus flick of a couple years ago was bad for a bunch of reasons and like Apocalypto, it lacked the necessary essentials to categorize it as a movie. Whatever the case may be the movie is just bad. Mel Gibson royally fucked up what could otherwise have been a magnificent movie about a fantasically complex yet ultra violent ancient culture. The juxtaposition is there by way of history. The irony is there by way of history. The political and religious tensions are there by way of history. Still, the movie sucks. I mean, how the fuck do you make a movie about Mayans and show (what I assume is) Tenochtitlan for a total of 5 minutes? What the fuck is that?
Well, beating up on the obviously helpless gets me nowhere so I'll resign from my disgust to a more affable position of settled apathy. Bleh!
In more lovely news, tomorrow I haul ass back to Akron for the holidays. On the 27th I leave for two weeks in the Alps of Switzerland. I'm crazy hyped about that action. But before that I get to visit with my neice Ahnsa, who lives with my brother in Austin. Huge blue eyes, dirty blonde curly hair and a mind hell bent on explaining to you how stupid you are for not understanding her 21 month old baby-babble. My brother has definately upped the ante on producing adorable children. She is just that....adorable. My lord.
Ok.
So this law school thing is getting kinda fucking old and I'm finding new and inventive ways of dispatching with the responsibility of attending class. Better yet, I'm awefully close to dispatching with the responsibility (read: burden) of the law altogether. Today was the only exam I have this semester and I hadn't been to class since August (the second class of the semester to be exact). One would assume that this would cause some pang of panic (at the Disco!) or concern on my part. Thus, causing me to study that much harder in compensation for my lackluster attendance. Nah. I studied less, slept a bunch this week, caught up on my writing (meaning, wrote, re-wrote, re-re-wrote and then started over on another set of writes and re-writes), and cleaned the house. I cut out about two hours and sat down with some of the class material and thumbed through it until about midnight, at which time I watched my housemate get his alchemy right with his new Blue Dot bong and Budweiser.
I took the test. 8 am! I didn't do poorly. I did well, in fact. I'm sure I got the credits - if that is assurance enough of adequacy. I felt good about it and afterward got some Thai - Red Duck Curry. Bangin'. I then spent the rest of my day getting my alchemy right.
But alas, I cannot toss this gig to the wind. I've got one of those high-dollar, work for the man type jobs in Chicago next year. I do love Chicago and I do hate being broke. So, all and all its not a bad deal. I've quit jobs aplenty and always regretted it around the time I couldn't do anything but writhe on my mattress in hunger. My willingness to participate in that has long gone the way of the Dinosaurs and since been replaced by the pursuit of stability. Yes. Stability.
Stability used to be a caustic word to my ears. I partnered it with boring, sell-out or some such damning and aged disposition. Untrue. I'm here to say, "UNTRUE!" Stability provides options. Options provide experiences. Experiences provide happiness. So, though my moonlighting with the law has both waxed and now waned, I'm sure it will serve its purpo$e. Undoubtedly.
So this law school thing is getting kinda fucking old and I'm finding new and inventive ways of dispatching with the responsibility of attending class. Better yet, I'm awefully close to dispatching with the responsibility (read: burden) of the law altogether. Today was the only exam I have this semester and I hadn't been to class since August (the second class of the semester to be exact). One would assume that this would cause some pang of panic (at the Disco!) or concern on my part. Thus, causing me to study that much harder in compensation for my lackluster attendance. Nah. I studied less, slept a bunch this week, caught up on my writing (meaning, wrote, re-wrote, re-re-wrote and then started over on another set of writes and re-writes), and cleaned the house. I cut out about two hours and sat down with some of the class material and thumbed through it until about midnight, at which time I watched my housemate get his alchemy right with his new Blue Dot bong and Budweiser.
I took the test. 8 am! I didn't do poorly. I did well, in fact. I'm sure I got the credits - if that is assurance enough of adequacy. I felt good about it and afterward got some Thai - Red Duck Curry. Bangin'. I then spent the rest of my day getting my alchemy right.
But alas, I cannot toss this gig to the wind. I've got one of those high-dollar, work for the man type jobs in Chicago next year. I do love Chicago and I do hate being broke. So, all and all its not a bad deal. I've quit jobs aplenty and always regretted it around the time I couldn't do anything but writhe on my mattress in hunger. My willingness to participate in that has long gone the way of the Dinosaurs and since been replaced by the pursuit of stability. Yes. Stability.
Stability used to be a caustic word to my ears. I partnered it with boring, sell-out or some such damning and aged disposition. Untrue. I'm here to say, "UNTRUE!" Stability provides options. Options provide experiences. Experiences provide happiness. So, though my moonlighting with the law has both waxed and now waned, I'm sure it will serve its purpo$e. Undoubtedly.
