Well theres nothing like a city-wide blackout to get your heart pumpin especially when, on the day before, some self-appointed Ayatollah of Anaheim promises dire consequences for Los Angeles. 
Why why do I live in this city???
I tell ya, if the digital revolution that George Lucas promised ever comes to fruition and we can abandon this hell-hole in favor of a less centralized entertainment industry, I will go on record as saying The Phantom Menace was not only a great movie, but the most important film in the history of cinema
Thats how much I want out of L.A.
Unfortunately theres a lot of politics that will have to be overcome even if the technology allows for such a mega shift. The studios, entertainment unions, distributors and exhibitors are as corrupt as the politicians they put in office, and will do everything they can to keep upstarts from destroying their de facto monopoly on the industry.
So, now that Im blacklisted, how yall doin?
Me and P.E. hit the Los Angeles Erotic Museum on Saturday - been meaning to go for a while now and finally found occasion. It was pretty OK. Maybe I was expecting too much, but it really focused (I think) a little too hard on the 20th century, as if sex were some relatively newfound pastime. Now Im no prude (I am posting this on a porn site, after all), and while the key word is erotic, the museum seemed more about scandal and titillation than serious study. There was a display case with a few trinkets and totems from various cultures around the globe, but well, I didnt need to go to a museum to know what a silicone breast implant feels like...
We also caught the Exorcism of Emily Rose on Sunday. Somehow I missed every bit of promotion for this one, so I went in free of any preconceived notions. Overall it was entertaining and managed to distinguish itself from just being another Exorcist wannabe by playing as more of a courtroom drama. Unfortunately that was also its biggest problem, which is my problem with courtroom dramas in general: its drama with a capitol D.
Anyone whos ever stepped inside a courtroom, or even watched a proceeding on TV, knows that theres really very little grandstanding, and the lawyers rarely have those witty zingers that send a witness into a tizzy. So when you have material thats already so dramatically elevated (was the girl really possessed by Satan or just an epileptic?), it comes off even more so with the addition of the over the top courtroom antics.
But dont get me wrong, it was entertaining.
But naturally we managed to get seated in front of a group of little dumbasses who yapped and kicked through the entire movie. Im sorry, but teenagers just need to be locked up. It seems all the males are thugs with the same haircut and the girls are giggling morons just waiting to get knocked-up and take their place at the back of the welfare line.
Have I mentioned that I hate people?
Later on me and the roommate jaunted over the 7-11 in search of beer; a fairly routine Sunday afternoon activity. Anyway, as the clerk was ringing me up, I signaled for my roommate to just put his stuff with mine, thus expediting the line for the other people waiting.
But for some reason the ever-present 7-11 bum, who is there every day and who I have never been anything but nice to, started shouting from the back of the line that my roommate was cutting. The roomy told him to calm down but the fucker followed us out talking shit. Now, this is how I know he must have been on crack: would you try and incite a fight with two guys bigger than you who are carrying close to two cases in BOTTLED beer???
Neither would I, but cracky was feelin lucky. And just as the roommate was about to lay the guy out, I grabbed his arm and warned him about the dangers of bum blood; hepatitis, AIDS, what have you. The bum didnt take too kindly to this, but as I tightened my grip on a 22 of Smirnoff Ice (It was for P.E., ok!!!
), he seemed to take the hint and slowly backed off.
Have I mentioned that I hate L.A.???
So yeah, the whole encounter made me remember what a more jaded friend of mine said after I moved to the city. While Im typically compelled to give a homeless person a spare buck, as my friend said, dont pretend that kindness will buy you any appreciation or respect. Theyll forget all about you as soon as they get their next hit.
Jaded to be sure, but...
Here endeth the rant.
And in a final bit of humor, I relearned the importance of careful reading. Ya see, Im addicted to that British magazine, Bizarre, which always features more than a few hot nekkid chicks, many of whom are porn stars. One in particular drew my attention and when I later googled her well, I learned that she has an extra, less than attractive protuberance.
I like to think I have a good tranny detector (I spotted a co-worker as one months before anyone else came to the realization), but this one slipped by.
And NO, I will not tell you he/she/its name!
So tell me something good.
Why why do I live in this city???
I tell ya, if the digital revolution that George Lucas promised ever comes to fruition and we can abandon this hell-hole in favor of a less centralized entertainment industry, I will go on record as saying The Phantom Menace was not only a great movie, but the most important film in the history of cinema
Thats how much I want out of L.A.
Unfortunately theres a lot of politics that will have to be overcome even if the technology allows for such a mega shift. The studios, entertainment unions, distributors and exhibitors are as corrupt as the politicians they put in office, and will do everything they can to keep upstarts from destroying their de facto monopoly on the industry.
So, now that Im blacklisted, how yall doin?
Me and P.E. hit the Los Angeles Erotic Museum on Saturday - been meaning to go for a while now and finally found occasion. It was pretty OK. Maybe I was expecting too much, but it really focused (I think) a little too hard on the 20th century, as if sex were some relatively newfound pastime. Now Im no prude (I am posting this on a porn site, after all), and while the key word is erotic, the museum seemed more about scandal and titillation than serious study. There was a display case with a few trinkets and totems from various cultures around the globe, but well, I didnt need to go to a museum to know what a silicone breast implant feels like...
We also caught the Exorcism of Emily Rose on Sunday. Somehow I missed every bit of promotion for this one, so I went in free of any preconceived notions. Overall it was entertaining and managed to distinguish itself from just being another Exorcist wannabe by playing as more of a courtroom drama. Unfortunately that was also its biggest problem, which is my problem with courtroom dramas in general: its drama with a capitol D.
Anyone whos ever stepped inside a courtroom, or even watched a proceeding on TV, knows that theres really very little grandstanding, and the lawyers rarely have those witty zingers that send a witness into a tizzy. So when you have material thats already so dramatically elevated (was the girl really possessed by Satan or just an epileptic?), it comes off even more so with the addition of the over the top courtroom antics.
But dont get me wrong, it was entertaining.
But naturally we managed to get seated in front of a group of little dumbasses who yapped and kicked through the entire movie. Im sorry, but teenagers just need to be locked up. It seems all the males are thugs with the same haircut and the girls are giggling morons just waiting to get knocked-up and take their place at the back of the welfare line.
Have I mentioned that I hate people?
Later on me and the roommate jaunted over the 7-11 in search of beer; a fairly routine Sunday afternoon activity. Anyway, as the clerk was ringing me up, I signaled for my roommate to just put his stuff with mine, thus expediting the line for the other people waiting.
But for some reason the ever-present 7-11 bum, who is there every day and who I have never been anything but nice to, started shouting from the back of the line that my roommate was cutting. The roomy told him to calm down but the fucker followed us out talking shit. Now, this is how I know he must have been on crack: would you try and incite a fight with two guys bigger than you who are carrying close to two cases in BOTTLED beer???
Neither would I, but cracky was feelin lucky. And just as the roommate was about to lay the guy out, I grabbed his arm and warned him about the dangers of bum blood; hepatitis, AIDS, what have you. The bum didnt take too kindly to this, but as I tightened my grip on a 22 of Smirnoff Ice (It was for P.E., ok!!!
), he seemed to take the hint and slowly backed off.
Have I mentioned that I hate L.A.???
So yeah, the whole encounter made me remember what a more jaded friend of mine said after I moved to the city. While Im typically compelled to give a homeless person a spare buck, as my friend said, dont pretend that kindness will buy you any appreciation or respect. Theyll forget all about you as soon as they get their next hit.
Jaded to be sure, but...
Here endeth the rant.
And in a final bit of humor, I relearned the importance of careful reading. Ya see, Im addicted to that British magazine, Bizarre, which always features more than a few hot nekkid chicks, many of whom are porn stars. One in particular drew my attention and when I later googled her well, I learned that she has an extra, less than attractive protuberance.
I like to think I have a good tranny detector (I spotted a co-worker as one months before anyone else came to the realization), but this one slipped by.
And NO, I will not tell you he/she/its name!
So tell me something good.
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I liked that rant, it was a good well written and nicely flowing rant.
umm something good? Only thing off the top o' me head is that yes... the holloweenie b4 x-mas soundtrack I have does have Patrick Stewart on it. My constant replaying of it would be a little lacking without his voice.