“There was once a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, and lived a million lives, and in those lives, various people owned him. None of those people he cared for. This cat was not afraid of death. One life, the cat became a stray cat, which meant it was free. And it met a white female cat. They became mates, and lived together. Time passed, the white cat passed away of old age. And the tiger- striped cat cried a million times. Eventually, the cat died again. But this time, it didn't come back to life.
-Spike Speigel”

music to describe my mood at the moment.....

"You know what the problem with Hollywood is? They make shit. Unbelievable, unremarkable shit. Now I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker that's searching for existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something. No, it's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, and a purely moronic stringing together of words that many of the studios term as "prose". No, I'm talking about the lack of realism. Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern American cinematic vision. Take Dog Day Afternoon, for example. Arguably Pacino's best work, short of Scarface and Godfather Part 1, of course. Masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch. But... they didn't push the envelope. Now what if in Dog Day, Sonny wanted to get away with it, REALLY wanted to get away with it? What if - now here's the tricky part - what if he started killing hostages right away? No mercy, no quarter. "Meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it the back of the head." Bam, splat! What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations? And this is 1976; there's no CNN, there's no CNBC, there's no internet! Now fast forward to today, present time, same situation. How quickly would the modern media make a frenzy over this? In a matter of hours, it'd be biggest story from Boston to Budapest! Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty; bam bam, right after another, all caught in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected. You can practically taste the brain matter. All for what? A bus, a plane? A couple of million dollars that's federally insured? I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, it's not within the realm of conventional cinema... but what if?"


Possibly Travolta's best performance ever. its not cause this movie is currently on tv but its relevance in today's society as it relates to modern "news outlets". The "news" today is more like the tabloid sensationalist news of the 80's and early 90's. Disaster and death, sell. The media creates new stories by sensationalizing tragedies, then turns a spins the new story to provoke a copycat story. Then uses the chain of tragedies to push the agenda of whoever is paying the most or the politician they are supporting.

It is madness for sheep to talk peace with a wolf. ~ Thomas Fuller

now for some music to fit my mood


"All sunshine makes a desert", the Arabs say



"There is a saying that you can't unscramble eggs" ~ unknown



A pint can't hold a quart -- if it holds a pint it is doing all that can be expected of it. ~ Margaret Deland




A wolf will still be a wolf even if he hasn’t eaten your sheep. ~ Manchuria Proverb

needless to say my mind tends to wander and i never know where it'll go i hope you enjoyed this A.D.D. type blog, which was brought to you by the color green, the number 333, and the word "ego". and i hope to have your vote in the next election

would it be weird or awkward to ask people to record the sounds they make during orgasm? i got an idea for a project...
would you provide me a audio sample either real or faked of the sounds you make up to and including orgasm?