Caught Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder video on Fuse and.....are muscle shirts ever really acceptable? I mean...really...aren't strippers, gash style, and macho posturing reserved for mainstream hip-hop?
I swear to god, the first professional music video i do is going to be homoerotic.
The MPAA's hypocrisy can be summed up as such: Solaris received a PG13 rating even though there was a sex scene, some deaths and Clooney's arse on screen for 30 seconds. Amelie, on the other hand, was rated R because of some sexuality. This means there's a scene where you see a strippers tits and some casual dildo shots.
The City Of Lost Children was R because of a brief tit shot and some violencemost of which was done off screen or implied.
I fucking hate the MPAA.
National Treasure, a film that glorifies greed gets a PG rating. Violence is good, Clooney's ass is good, but if a chick shows the top of her ankle, we burn her at the stake...which you could do on film and retain a PG13 rating. You can use fuck as a general intensifier, an exclamation, or as an adjective 1-5 times. Just dont use it as a verb or to imply sex, then it's an R. I think five is the rule, watch Hero ,the Dustin Hoffman flick, and count the fucks.
They're also trying to make smoking a means to get an R rating. Wtf?
Women love confidence. I dunno the psycho-sexual/psychological reasoning behind this, only the speculation i hear from others.
Security is the most widely accepted reason. Women feel the need to be protected, looked after, etc. To be secure in their lifestyle or whatever.
The scientific rationale is propagation. Forward, authoritative males spread their seed, strengthen the species, whilst shy, quiet guys whither away along the sick and crippled.
Misogynists will say it's the female desire to be dominated. The weaker of the species and all that. The mother-wife-mother scheme that's pulled in the south et al.
Personally i think its a combination of one and two. The third one is a bit fetishistic in the way that it's common for both sexes to have fantasies of being dominated/dominating another.
If there's a more reasonable...er...reason for the confident thing, lemme know. I'm completely open to cognitive dissonance.
So, because of this female confidence thing, whenever i want to feel confident, but i'm feeling shy or diminutive, i wear my Security shirt. Yes, confidence and authority in a spiffy light blue button-up. It's really Samuel's shirt. He stole it when he started working for Burns, but i nicked it off of him and now wear it when i feel i need a confidence boost.
There's a Bloomington story there, about Sam's Burns job, but that's reserved for a different post.
I only wear the shirt on occasion because sometimes when i dont feel confident, i dont wanna feel confident. I want to be introverted and shy. I want to be left alone.
If i'm not feeling it, i'm not displaying it. Dig?
Believe it or not, under this tough, silent, aggro-misanthrope exterior lies a quiet, sweet pacifist.
So today, when i wasnt feeling confident, but wanted to appear confident, i donned the Security shirt. But here's the problem; the shirt is a heavy poly-cotton blend, which makes it fairly warm. Being as i already had two layers on, one of which was a nylon blend (hot!), it was looking to be a bad move.
So, not only am i looking confident and acting pensive, i'm sweating like a bastard.
Being as self aware as i am, i realize this and my confidence level goes from neutral to negative. This makes me sweat more, and, in effect, even less confident.
It's a vicious cycle, is all i'm saying.
I promptly retreated to the slab room and retired the nylon shirt.
For a rabid antisocial im rather socially confident. I talk and laugh and make eye contact and express feeling when needed. But, if you couldnt tell, i'm also extremely introverted. The balance ratio over the years have shifted from 40-60 antisocial, to 70-30 confident.
But, i'm still a social retard. I have a twisted sense of humor and laugh at inappropriate times. If you've seen the remake of Time Machine; when Guy Pierce's wife dies the second time (the buggy rolls over on her i think), i had to excuse myself from the room, i was laughing so hard.
But i've learned to smile when i'm being smiled at, frown when i'm being frowned at, and choke back laughter at the prospect of a student's suicide.
i'm a horrible person, i know.
So, since the balance has shifted ever so drastically to the left, i now tolerate, engage in, and, even at times, initiate metacommunication!
This is all i have written in my notes...weird, i thought i had more to say.
Still early, more day to come, update later, maybe.
I just realized that lips are another bit fetishistic thing with me. the side of a breast, lips, eyes, thighs, spine, shoulders. I could go on, i suppose, but then it would be less about naming neat body parts and more of an anatomy list.
update...during this post the family dog trashed my room...i fucking hate dogs
i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I swear to god, the first professional music video i do is going to be homoerotic.
The MPAA's hypocrisy can be summed up as such: Solaris received a PG13 rating even though there was a sex scene, some deaths and Clooney's arse on screen for 30 seconds. Amelie, on the other hand, was rated R because of some sexuality. This means there's a scene where you see a strippers tits and some casual dildo shots.
The City Of Lost Children was R because of a brief tit shot and some violencemost of which was done off screen or implied.
I fucking hate the MPAA.
National Treasure, a film that glorifies greed gets a PG rating. Violence is good, Clooney's ass is good, but if a chick shows the top of her ankle, we burn her at the stake...which you could do on film and retain a PG13 rating. You can use fuck as a general intensifier, an exclamation, or as an adjective 1-5 times. Just dont use it as a verb or to imply sex, then it's an R. I think five is the rule, watch Hero ,the Dustin Hoffman flick, and count the fucks.
They're also trying to make smoking a means to get an R rating. Wtf?
Women love confidence. I dunno the psycho-sexual/psychological reasoning behind this, only the speculation i hear from others.
Security is the most widely accepted reason. Women feel the need to be protected, looked after, etc. To be secure in their lifestyle or whatever.
The scientific rationale is propagation. Forward, authoritative males spread their seed, strengthen the species, whilst shy, quiet guys whither away along the sick and crippled.
Misogynists will say it's the female desire to be dominated. The weaker of the species and all that. The mother-wife-mother scheme that's pulled in the south et al.
Personally i think its a combination of one and two. The third one is a bit fetishistic in the way that it's common for both sexes to have fantasies of being dominated/dominating another.
If there's a more reasonable...er...reason for the confident thing, lemme know. I'm completely open to cognitive dissonance.
So, because of this female confidence thing, whenever i want to feel confident, but i'm feeling shy or diminutive, i wear my Security shirt. Yes, confidence and authority in a spiffy light blue button-up. It's really Samuel's shirt. He stole it when he started working for Burns, but i nicked it off of him and now wear it when i feel i need a confidence boost.
There's a Bloomington story there, about Sam's Burns job, but that's reserved for a different post.
I only wear the shirt on occasion because sometimes when i dont feel confident, i dont wanna feel confident. I want to be introverted and shy. I want to be left alone.
If i'm not feeling it, i'm not displaying it. Dig?
Believe it or not, under this tough, silent, aggro-misanthrope exterior lies a quiet, sweet pacifist.
So today, when i wasnt feeling confident, but wanted to appear confident, i donned the Security shirt. But here's the problem; the shirt is a heavy poly-cotton blend, which makes it fairly warm. Being as i already had two layers on, one of which was a nylon blend (hot!), it was looking to be a bad move.
So, not only am i looking confident and acting pensive, i'm sweating like a bastard.
Being as self aware as i am, i realize this and my confidence level goes from neutral to negative. This makes me sweat more, and, in effect, even less confident.
It's a vicious cycle, is all i'm saying.
I promptly retreated to the slab room and retired the nylon shirt.
For a rabid antisocial im rather socially confident. I talk and laugh and make eye contact and express feeling when needed. But, if you couldnt tell, i'm also extremely introverted. The balance ratio over the years have shifted from 40-60 antisocial, to 70-30 confident.
But, i'm still a social retard. I have a twisted sense of humor and laugh at inappropriate times. If you've seen the remake of Time Machine; when Guy Pierce's wife dies the second time (the buggy rolls over on her i think), i had to excuse myself from the room, i was laughing so hard.
But i've learned to smile when i'm being smiled at, frown when i'm being frowned at, and choke back laughter at the prospect of a student's suicide.
i'm a horrible person, i know.
So, since the balance has shifted ever so drastically to the left, i now tolerate, engage in, and, even at times, initiate metacommunication!
This is all i have written in my notes...weird, i thought i had more to say.
Still early, more day to come, update later, maybe.
I just realized that lips are another bit fetishistic thing with me. the side of a breast, lips, eyes, thighs, spine, shoulders. I could go on, i suppose, but then it would be less about naming neat body parts and more of an anatomy list.
update...during this post the family dog trashed my room...i fucking hate dogs
i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs i fuking hate dogs !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what women are you talking to , some women i know prey on men with poor self worth...its like they seek them out...
have you ever seen "who's afraid of virginia woolf?" with liz taylor and ....whats his name..? it s a fucked up movie that i feel portays an accurate american love affair.
women want what they like, i could say a bunch of bullshit bout the father daughter relationship, but its all crap anyway
there was this show on the music of primes...(i don''t know how you feel about math theory) but it takes at least 12 relationships, of an intimate type, to know who your most fitted to be with. this does not mean go out and hire 12 hookers or drop a grand in the booty room at big al's
if you know your really an asshole deep down, then just seek out other asshole people to be around, then you don't have to try to better your self by stiffling laughs when people talk of death and loss, or your friend's sister confides in you about her eating disorder.
are you still ughh... " on the wagon"?
oh yeah, a munsell color wheel was this nerds idea of a fun time. he decided to travel all over the world and take different soil samples, then he classified them acording to... color crap... all i know is evil professor guy wants me to classify thousands and thousand of documents by color....not fun