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John, John, John--What i tell you?

Been a minute or two, huh? It's a long way till August, kiddies, bear with me...

HomeGrown is a fucking aweful movie. It was killed by it's own pacing, plodding direction, and FUCKING SOUNDTRACK! The preview of the movie looked bloody hilarious, but the soundtrack deceives this premise and opts for a suspense backing-track.
So when shit gets tough, and there's a -duh-duh-duuuh- thing going in the background, and no funny-payoff.
Maybe they were going for a black comedy?
But they failed on that front too.
Everyone should see this movie just to see how a good movie can be so fucked in post.

I was looking thru a catalogue last night when i got a hard-on. It wasnt cos the models or anything (for once), but rather because of the stuff. The clothes. It's not that i fetishize such things, but rather because i fell in love with a number of items.
I think i'm going thru a phase.
So, is blowing 300$ on shit worth the phase? Undoubtedly, once i get the shit, the phase will be over. But even though i like how the stuff looks, i'm hardly a surfer. I hardly have frosted hair and a tan.
Hmm.
Most of the stuff displays labels as a selling point, and this is actually a turn off for mefuck a billboard.
So, is it worth it?
More on this as it develops.

I had a worthy stream of consciousness thing i was gonna do, but i got sidetracked. So i'll do this instead:
I finished the Nil8 Thing and burned offa DVD to send to Jeff. After i burned it, i poped it in the DVD player as to see how it looked.
And Sammy was-a-sittin' there.
And he said, You mind burning a copy off for me? You know, to show the guys at work?
Sure!
How bout compiling all the crazy shit we do?
A screener?
Yeah...i guess. You know, for the guys at work.
Sure! Hell yeah!
See, to me, this frees me up creatively. It's not for commercial consumption so i dont have to fiddle with licensing and trademarks. I dont have to worry about being sued. So i'm thinking of all the shit i can do, without worry, to showcasenot only our crazinessbut also my talent as an editor, director, and story teller (eheh...).
Then comes the rub: No Gay Shit.
This cuts down the footage by about a third.
Because, truth be told, Sammy'll dry-hump ya onna whim.
Or break into a Pixie Dance.
Or sing Afternoon Delight.
And this is where Sammy and i part ways, because he does shit like that and says Dont Show It, people think i is a fag.
I see that shit, i do that shit and think, How quant. How much character this guy must have. How wonderful, how precious.
And fuck anyone that disagrees.
Sammy wants to reach a mass audience and be accepted, i prefer to be an esoteric treat.
So i hear Sammy say No Gay Shit, i get razzed too much at work anyway, i wanna dispel that shit.
So you wanna be portrayed in an aggressive, take-no-prisoners, manly way?
Right.
So i hear him say No Gay Shit and i flash back to the millionth time Sammy said I dont give a fuck what they think...
By They he means the phantom society that persecutes Straight, White, Middle-Class, Males in the Key Demographic.
He doesnt care what They think, as long as the popular votes against them.
Of course it's easy to say that. It's easy to say that you dont care what they think when yr surrounded by people the same as you.
Yr not out onna limb there.
And you say it bold as fuck, chest puffed up, fulla confidence.
When you tell people what they wanna hear, it's easy not to be afraid of a Backlashit's easy to be a hypocrite like that.
Denounce greed, but play the lotto, pray for a raise. Wear diamonds and display labels.
Cell phones, credit cards, internet connection, cable TV.
Denounce homophobia, but still talk yr fag-smackno one's listening. Atleast no one that caresyou've taken care of that part by surrounding yrself with the choir.
So you say you dont care, but what are you risking when you say it to gain acceptance?
Hmm?
It doesnt matter how much of a minority the group yr trying to join is, if you sacrifice your individuality, if you betray yourself in order to be a part yr a fucking hypocrite.
A bleedin' tool.
So you have blue hair and tattoos. I look around and see thirty people with blue hair and tattoosyou might be different than those who dont, but yr the same as the few.
That's not individuality, that's conformity onna smaller scale.
Just cos it's a rare uniform doesnt mean it's less of a uniform.
And so on.
But that's people. Society, right?
A goth is the same as a jock is the same as a punk is the same as a trendy. There's no difference, and fuck you for thinking there is. It's all labels, all conformity, all the same.
And that's Samuel.
But that's 90% of the population, as well.
And i'm not saying i'm any differenti talk alotta shit. I'm fulla rhetoric and rebellionbut i'm also very brand loyal.
I'm an Anarchist with corporate loyalties.
But i know i'm a hypocrite, i know i'm fulla shit. And that's where i differi know my role. I know the world would suck without conservatives and zealots and jocks and trendies and pop music and big summer movies.
I know the world would suck if it was utopian, if it was perfect. And it wouldnt lastit would last two generations, and then there would be an underground religious-conservative movement. Because there always needs to be rebellion. There always needs to be struggle and opposition. That's where progress and creation comes from.
I'm a Passive, Pragmatic, Anarchisti know my role. I know my job. I'm balance, even if i dont necessarily need to see my rhetoric to the fullest conclusion, my being here is work enough.

Yeah... so what are you doing that's so great with yr life...?

Boop.