I think I've fallen back in love with Elissa...for all the fucking good it will do me. I dare not tell her sister. I dare not tell her. I look like some severe damaged goods to anyone right now. Not exactly prime grade boyfriend material...not that I want to be a boyfriend. I want to be wanted. "...feelin' all alone, not a friend, kinda' feel like cryin" Getting sex back into my life would be nice too. Or would it? Sometimes I think I'd rather make out with a woman or look at a naked woman - than actually stick my dick in her. Crazy? Maybe. Sex is so complicated and messy and I'm so fucked up and self conscious. It's really just ridiculous. I guess the ideal girlfriend to me is the girl that thinks me brilliant and hilarious and lets me undress her regularly for hot make out sessions that end with -- well, I don't know how they end, but that's a damn good start.
Financial crisis. Kinda' quit smoking (NOT pot - puh-leeeeze). Lex came, saw and was sent the fuck home. Minor breakdown in an art museum in Youngstown this weekend. Weird. Work is constant stress that will never get better or go away. I can't deal with deadlines. I can't not be a procrastinater. Being on 900 mg. of lithium is making me shake like a toy poodle. I hate it but my manic episodes are gone so - you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
Beth told me in an email today that she thought of me much over the weekend and in ways that were inappropriate. Is it fair that she fuck with me so? Marriage means fuckall to me but I have a hunch it means a thing or two to her published academic historian husband. His book is on Amazon for chrissake. Can I compete with this?
enough of that and on with this:
TED BUNDY (2001)
Matthew (Freeway) Bright takes comedy to new heights, er depths? His "fictionalized" account of the life and kills of Ted Bundy sticks surprisingly close to the facts, changing only names. Only Bright would have the balls to inject dark comedy into this perverse little gem and as perverse as it is, it works for me. We spend so much time with the Bundy character that we have no choice to identify with him when other primary characters fail to surface. Little-known ***** doesn't look like Bundy, but his performance is top shelf. It's a shame that he'll probably never get the recognition he should for this performance. Bundy makes his girlfriend play dead during sex. There's a musical montage of Bundy killing and cavorting in the woods with co-ed corpses. The kill scenes are jarring and hard to watch, but it's the finale of Bundy's execution that is this film's truly sadistic piece d'resistance. Not everyone's cup of tea but high marks here for sheer audacity and creativity in a dead genre. When was the last time YOU saw a good serial killer movie. ***
BLACK CHRISTMAS (1974)
Truly one of the most terrifying films ever made by anyone's standards and if you don't believe it, seek it out now, turn out the lights, and crank up the volume. A sorority house is emptying out for Christmas break and the few stragglers - Olivia Hussey, Margot Kidder and Andrea Martin among them - begin receiving agressive prank calls. The set up sounds standard until you realize that this is several years before Halloween or When A Stranger Calls. There's really no way to prepare someone for the effect of this movie's phonecall scenes. Our only advice -- listen closely! Bob Clark directed this before moving on to psuedo-classics like Porkys and another holiday-themed flick, A Christmas Story(!) Kidder's performance as a mouthy boozy sorority girl is the tops. John Saxon is the cop on the case looking exactly as he would over a decade later as Nancy's dad in A Nightmare on Elm Street. This was Hussey's follow-up to Romeo and Juliet and she looks hot. Beautifully shot, acted and edited, it's only weak spots are some unwelcome comic relief and an over-ambitious red herring. However, know that if you watch this alone you will surely regret it. RIIIIING. "It's me Billy." (shudder) ***1/2
Financial crisis. Kinda' quit smoking (NOT pot - puh-leeeeze). Lex came, saw and was sent the fuck home. Minor breakdown in an art museum in Youngstown this weekend. Weird. Work is constant stress that will never get better or go away. I can't deal with deadlines. I can't not be a procrastinater. Being on 900 mg. of lithium is making me shake like a toy poodle. I hate it but my manic episodes are gone so - you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
Beth told me in an email today that she thought of me much over the weekend and in ways that were inappropriate. Is it fair that she fuck with me so? Marriage means fuckall to me but I have a hunch it means a thing or two to her published academic historian husband. His book is on Amazon for chrissake. Can I compete with this?
enough of that and on with this:
TED BUNDY (2001)
Matthew (Freeway) Bright takes comedy to new heights, er depths? His "fictionalized" account of the life and kills of Ted Bundy sticks surprisingly close to the facts, changing only names. Only Bright would have the balls to inject dark comedy into this perverse little gem and as perverse as it is, it works for me. We spend so much time with the Bundy character that we have no choice to identify with him when other primary characters fail to surface. Little-known ***** doesn't look like Bundy, but his performance is top shelf. It's a shame that he'll probably never get the recognition he should for this performance. Bundy makes his girlfriend play dead during sex. There's a musical montage of Bundy killing and cavorting in the woods with co-ed corpses. The kill scenes are jarring and hard to watch, but it's the finale of Bundy's execution that is this film's truly sadistic piece d'resistance. Not everyone's cup of tea but high marks here for sheer audacity and creativity in a dead genre. When was the last time YOU saw a good serial killer movie. ***
BLACK CHRISTMAS (1974)
Truly one of the most terrifying films ever made by anyone's standards and if you don't believe it, seek it out now, turn out the lights, and crank up the volume. A sorority house is emptying out for Christmas break and the few stragglers - Olivia Hussey, Margot Kidder and Andrea Martin among them - begin receiving agressive prank calls. The set up sounds standard until you realize that this is several years before Halloween or When A Stranger Calls. There's really no way to prepare someone for the effect of this movie's phonecall scenes. Our only advice -- listen closely! Bob Clark directed this before moving on to psuedo-classics like Porkys and another holiday-themed flick, A Christmas Story(!) Kidder's performance as a mouthy boozy sorority girl is the tops. John Saxon is the cop on the case looking exactly as he would over a decade later as Nancy's dad in A Nightmare on Elm Street. This was Hussey's follow-up to Romeo and Juliet and she looks hot. Beautifully shot, acted and edited, it's only weak spots are some unwelcome comic relief and an over-ambitious red herring. However, know that if you watch this alone you will surely regret it. RIIIIING. "It's me Billy." (shudder) ***1/2
never been in love
cant help
sorry
Ack, the lithium doesn't sound so great. I'm on a combination of Citalopram and Zyprexa at the moment, which makes me sound like either a bipolar or scitzophrenic, to which I'm neither... weird. I'd say the shakes is better than manic episodes though.
Take care you