With a premise like that, I should not feel like there is a need to rush writing this review before this hotel shift ends. How can you forget that? If anything, Amazon should contact me in regards to writing their Prime Video movie descriptions. After all, Walmart let me do their groceries for two years.
I am getting ready for a killer week. Close the retailer, open the retailer. Evening shift at the hotel, open the retailer (an hour earlier). Evening shift at the hotel, open the retailer. Tuesday will be wrestling video games and completing "American Gods." I am working Wednesday and Thursday, and then heading up to catch my first AAW show of the year on Friday. Then I gotta make it back in time to open the retailer the next day. Just try to will the idea that there will not be an eight o'clock meeting Saturday morning on top of all this.
So, I now realize that the next blog will have to be a review of the wrestling. It is not right to let something that hot simmer. Then again, publishing this movie review instead will extend the life of AAW's Never Say Die.
It can be fun planning for the future, at least one that you have under control. The rest is just ignorant customers and loud and incompetent guests. I could romanticize it with the battle of loved ones and personal passion, but things would be simpler with lousy Halloween costumes portraying robots and gorilla masks portraying vampires...so you would think.
Robo Vampire
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime
Saturday, June 29, 2019
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 14: Buried further than Daniel Bryan)
With my recent reformatting of this blog, I should place my pleas for validation every other blog. Then again, if the odd number blog sucks, promoting my film project, "Main Event of the Dead," may be for not.
This blog should be about the progress of my script to production, but until there is support, this is dedicated to my social development or lack there of. Let's change that by asking me what can be done to assist in producing my tale of six, color-themed (a Tarantino tribute), "professional" wrestlers and their quest to obtain their only big pay day. Since their opponents are undead gimmicks that an absolute politically incorrectly Vince McMahon would salivate over (that still maybe an understatement), it maybe their final pay day.
Perhaps I should sell it as Peoria wrestling in a nut shell. Either way, shouldn't it be accurately captured? And at least you know how to contribute to the project if your not an artist or seductress to promote the film. You can at least offer me less pretentious names for the protagonist. Let me know at russthebus07@gmail.com
For those who keep up on the blog, sorry for not writing an installment last week. It was a tough weekend for me since it was Stacia Hardin's 32 birthday. As a "Star Wars" fan, I know that shouldn't be the case.
I may have the right to be bitter about her ruining the holiday of May the Fourth, a more valid holiday than Mother's, Father's Day or Easter since it can fall on a weekday. In a perfect world, we would receive a paid day off from fueling the rich's agenda to hold down the poor. When it comes to perfection, I think being born on May 4 only proves how perfect Stacia was.
So, my failure to write a blog dedicated to her memory was my bad, and I definitely at least had one more way of honoring her memory. And since it would have been in poor taste to write my bold printed advertisement for the purpose of this blog, it would have been an easy one to write.
Sorry Stacia for dropping the ball. Sorry for not honoring you properly, but at least I didn't write anything irrefutably stupid. At the time, I was going to write a blog investigating the concepts of proper and improper dedications. Since it would had to have been titled "To the Insensitive Dead of Morton, Illinois," the attention the title received would have made me more hated in my hometown than Donald Sterling (timely, but if you know Mortonites, that guy probably offend them "too" much).
Rationalization 44: I'm Buried by Your Indifference.
That's a nasty way of saying I have writer's block, but at least I was able to be creative in saying it.
The rationalization doesn't actually apply to writer's block, just my general demeanor. Writer's block is the end result.
This stems from a realization that nearly the last three years have been hell for me. It isn't the slavery of the day jobs (with the exception of HGS, if we could get an increase to the minimum wage, that may be everyone's ideal location), it's that everything I devote myself to means nothing to anyone. All I've gotten from this blog are cries not to test my philosophy that life and death are the same thing.
During one of these pleas, I was asked if I was just given the few thousand to produce this movie, would it make me happy. It didn't take much thought (I did pause for a moment) to tell that person no. If no one is interested in the idea, nothing would be done with the money.
Maybe I should just open up my Kickstarter like one of my fellow Facebook friends. Maybe my generation thinks worth is something that can only be measured by monetary means. It wouldn't surprise me with all the Mortonites I've unfollowed.
Even if something I devote myself to is shared by others, I have never been given the chance to prove my worth in it. This is constant through my entire wrestling career (even my amateur career) with the exceptions of valid mentors (thanks for conning me out of three years of that career Norman Callaway [Alex Larson have perpetuated the con till NGW ended, but I wouldn't have been in that position if it wasn't for Norman] and fuck Jason Pemperton [I should take that one back, he just needed to find his ideal role and good on him for it] and Norman for not having any respect for the business I've dedicated the most to). It's tough for even those who gave a shit when it seems everyone else is out to prevent anyone else from succeeding (unless it helps them).
Do we want a list of those who give "everyone" a bad name? I figure mentioning the WWE Heavyweight Champion in the title may have helped the traffic. If they don't care about my plight or my zombie movie (they could star in), may as well reward them other wise.
Rationalization 45: You Are as Valid as Your Interests.
To make the last rationalization perfect, there should be a third layer of hell. That was supposed to be my inability to prove that I am worthwhile (to the other sex) to try and develop happiness with. But, if no one cares about what you love, why will they love you.
Girls must be able to smell that they will not get me. Or the smell of assholes is more intoxicating than vanilla, patchouli, peppermint and jasmine.
Rationalization 46: Settling is Lying
So the writers block stems from realizing that everything I try to achieve is destined to hit a wall. No one cares, so you better be happy that you took it farther than anyone else.
How many people can claim to be professional wrestlers (especially in Peoria)? How many people can say they completed a screenplay? That is what I'm asked to prove I'm unique, and that should be enough.
If I believed that is enough, I have given up.
Why are my screenplays about wrestling? Because I don't want to quit doing what I love. Why do I write screenplays? Because I don't want to quit trying to be involved in movies. Why do I try to be the best person I can? Because I want to enjoy life.
Too bad no one takes the time to care. I'm at my end, and I don't have a one-inch punch to get through my Texas Funeral.
Another Tarantino tribute on deaf ears.
This blog should be about the progress of my script to production, but until there is support, this is dedicated to my social development or lack there of. Let's change that by asking me what can be done to assist in producing my tale of six, color-themed (a Tarantino tribute), "professional" wrestlers and their quest to obtain their only big pay day. Since their opponents are undead gimmicks that an absolute politically incorrectly Vince McMahon would salivate over (that still maybe an understatement), it maybe their final pay day.
Perhaps I should sell it as Peoria wrestling in a nut shell. Either way, shouldn't it be accurately captured? And at least you know how to contribute to the project if your not an artist or seductress to promote the film. You can at least offer me less pretentious names for the protagonist. Let me know at russthebus07@gmail.com
For those who keep up on the blog, sorry for not writing an installment last week. It was a tough weekend for me since it was Stacia Hardin's 32 birthday. As a "Star Wars" fan, I know that shouldn't be the case.
I may have the right to be bitter about her ruining the holiday of May the Fourth, a more valid holiday than Mother's, Father's Day or Easter since it can fall on a weekday. In a perfect world, we would receive a paid day off from fueling the rich's agenda to hold down the poor. When it comes to perfection, I think being born on May 4 only proves how perfect Stacia was.
So, my failure to write a blog dedicated to her memory was my bad, and I definitely at least had one more way of honoring her memory. And since it would have been in poor taste to write my bold printed advertisement for the purpose of this blog, it would have been an easy one to write.
Sorry Stacia for dropping the ball. Sorry for not honoring you properly, but at least I didn't write anything irrefutably stupid. At the time, I was going to write a blog investigating the concepts of proper and improper dedications. Since it would had to have been titled "To the Insensitive Dead of Morton, Illinois," the attention the title received would have made me more hated in my hometown than Donald Sterling (timely, but if you know Mortonites, that guy probably offend them "too" much).
Rationalization 44: I'm Buried by Your Indifference.
That's a nasty way of saying I have writer's block, but at least I was able to be creative in saying it.
The rationalization doesn't actually apply to writer's block, just my general demeanor. Writer's block is the end result.
This stems from a realization that nearly the last three years have been hell for me. It isn't the slavery of the day jobs (with the exception of HGS, if we could get an increase to the minimum wage, that may be everyone's ideal location), it's that everything I devote myself to means nothing to anyone. All I've gotten from this blog are cries not to test my philosophy that life and death are the same thing.
During one of these pleas, I was asked if I was just given the few thousand to produce this movie, would it make me happy. It didn't take much thought (I did pause for a moment) to tell that person no. If no one is interested in the idea, nothing would be done with the money.
Maybe I should just open up my Kickstarter like one of my fellow Facebook friends. Maybe my generation thinks worth is something that can only be measured by monetary means. It wouldn't surprise me with all the Mortonites I've unfollowed.
Even if something I devote myself to is shared by others, I have never been given the chance to prove my worth in it. This is constant through my entire wrestling career (even my amateur career) with the exceptions of valid mentors (thanks for conning me out of three years of that career Norman Callaway [Alex Larson have perpetuated the con till NGW ended, but I wouldn't have been in that position if it wasn't for Norman] and fuck Jason Pemperton [I should take that one back, he just needed to find his ideal role and good on him for it] and Norman for not having any respect for the business I've dedicated the most to). It's tough for even those who gave a shit when it seems everyone else is out to prevent anyone else from succeeding (unless it helps them).
Do we want a list of those who give "everyone" a bad name? I figure mentioning the WWE Heavyweight Champion in the title may have helped the traffic. If they don't care about my plight or my zombie movie (they could star in), may as well reward them other wise.
Rationalization 45: You Are as Valid as Your Interests.
To make the last rationalization perfect, there should be a third layer of hell. That was supposed to be my inability to prove that I am worthwhile (to the other sex) to try and develop happiness with. But, if no one cares about what you love, why will they love you.
Girls must be able to smell that they will not get me. Or the smell of assholes is more intoxicating than vanilla, patchouli, peppermint and jasmine.
Rationalization 46: Settling is Lying
So the writers block stems from realizing that everything I try to achieve is destined to hit a wall. No one cares, so you better be happy that you took it farther than anyone else.
How many people can claim to be professional wrestlers (especially in Peoria)? How many people can say they completed a screenplay? That is what I'm asked to prove I'm unique, and that should be enough.
If I believed that is enough, I have given up.
Why are my screenplays about wrestling? Because I don't want to quit doing what I love. Why do I write screenplays? Because I don't want to quit trying to be involved in movies. Why do I try to be the best person I can? Because I want to enjoy life.
Too bad no one takes the time to care. I'm at my end, and I don't have a one-inch punch to get through my Texas Funeral.
Another Tarantino tribute on deaf ears.
El-Hazard: russstevens.blogspot.com's Last Anime Review
This is one of the must own anime series as far as I am concerned. El-Hazard has the humor that would make it the perfect anime for Adult Swim. It would serve as a nice crossover for the AS fans who just want humor, and are pissed about the Saturday anime block.Again this is an argument that I touch up a bit with my Animeflow website. Also, this will be the last anime review on russstevens.blogspot.com, so here is the only midi I have not reposted that will not fit with my new anime blog. Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust".
Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks.
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Almost Have All The Evangelion Manga Reviews Rescued from Geocities
Book 1 - Issue 6 --- Book 2 - Issue 1 --- Book 2 - Issue 2
Just one more set of reviews after this one, and I can stop this blog from being consumed by the past. But from a theological standpoint, or it a philosophical...fuck it, this is Evangelion, so will go with the prior...anyway the past is part of us, just don't let it consume you.
Why did I go with a quote (okay, a paraphrase) from "Master of Tai Chi" (favorite Jet Li film) which just confirms the statement before it? Probably the alcoholic part of me. Watch Master of Tai Chi to understand that.
As for the musical menu tonight, the theme for these reviews was "Glycerin" by Bush. I was looking for "Swallowed," but I suppose I was thinking faster than people were converting their Casio talents to data files.
Stage 6: I... Cry
After a nightmare with the same monster from his Eva experience, Shinji awakens in the hospital. Here he sees Rei again, and his father talking to her and only glaring at him. Misato comes to pick up Shinji and to discuss his lodgings.
Again, there doesn't seem to be much for character building in a non-action issue, but this stage is pretty good. There is a lot of comedy and a full story instead of the DBZ one piece of the action per issue deal. Also the ending of the issue gives us great incite into the character of Shinji.
Stage 7: Closing Hearts
Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks.
Just one more set of reviews after this one, and I can stop this blog from being consumed by the past. But from a theological standpoint, or it a philosophical...fuck it, this is Evangelion, so will go with the prior...anyway the past is part of us, just don't let it consume you.
Why did I go with a quote (okay, a paraphrase) from "Master of Tai Chi" (favorite Jet Li film) which just confirms the statement before it? Probably the alcoholic part of me. Watch Master of Tai Chi to understand that.
As for the musical menu tonight, the theme for these reviews was "Glycerin" by Bush. I was looking for "Swallowed," but I suppose I was thinking faster than people were converting their Casio talents to data files.Stage 6: I... Cry
After a nightmare with the same monster from his Eva experience, Shinji awakens in the hospital. Here he sees Rei again, and his father talking to her and only glaring at him. Misato comes to pick up Shinji and to discuss his lodgings.
Again, there doesn't seem to be much for character building in a non-action issue, but this stage is pretty good. There is a lot of comedy and a full story instead of the DBZ one piece of the action per issue deal. Also the ending of the issue gives us great incite into the character of Shinji.
Stage 7: Closing Hearts
Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks.
Neon Genesis Evangelion © 1995 Gainax courtesy of Viz Comics
Saturday, June 22, 2019
90-Min Netflix: Survivor - And Parenting to be Social - 2 More Bad Ideas
Who to curse today:
Personally, I loved playing only in my township. As a kid who was bullied a bit, but stuck to the main lesson of "The Karate Kid", those games were my only chance at vengeance. Unless a kid from Marquette Heights gave me some chin music or spiked me sliding into second, why would I want to see him humiliated? Hell, during my amateur/illegal wrestling/boxing days, it gave me an ego boost knowing some motherlover thought they had to fight cheap to beat me.
From the sound of it, it is solely about amusing the parents. We are not on the road to party. We are supporting our kids. It is just a bonus that we feel we can abandon all our responsibilities and considerations when we are renting our roof for a couple of nights. It is about time someone else answered my kids stupid questions.
I guess that sums up the initial paragraph. They are strangers, we are not going to see them again. To hell with their hearing and comfort. They suck for lacking kids.
It then leaves me to wonder if the Chambers think the locals are masochists. Why would you let assholes give you headaches? I know cash which then answers why I am standing for 13 hours today.
You would hope management would pass on considerations to auditors, like he was already standing for four hours. Then again, they have me being solely responsible for the satisfaction of 350 people. So, more reason I cannot wait to get a year in to then move on to bigger places, or liquor stores that pay the same.
I have not eaten anything today. Might be a wise thing to stick to. It is that or eat healthy.
My body is finally rebelling against me for a 24-hour Wednesday. 15 hours of sleep over three days, so I am overdue. The soul is willing, but the body is week. Despite the lack of stomach content, the back end is emptying and I think a popcorn hull in my gum ruptured something in there.
You might not dig my satire pieces, but you gotta respect my movie reviews. Popcorn abscess to watch a dry Milla Jovovich movie, please honor my sacrifice.
Survivor - A Title You Earn from Watching This
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime"
- The American culture of traveling youth summer sports?
- The Champaign and/or Urbana Chamber(s) of Commerce?
- The hotel's owners sending someone to see if we are staying on our feet and off our phones?
- Well, the fucking parent who just whipped out the acoustic guitar for starts.
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From the sound of it, it is solely about amusing the parents. We are not on the road to party. We are supporting our kids. It is just a bonus that we feel we can abandon all our responsibilities and considerations when we are renting our roof for a couple of nights. It is about time someone else answered my kids stupid questions.
I guess that sums up the initial paragraph. They are strangers, we are not going to see them again. To hell with their hearing and comfort. They suck for lacking kids.
It then leaves me to wonder if the Chambers think the locals are masochists. Why would you let assholes give you headaches? I know cash which then answers why I am standing for 13 hours today.
You would hope management would pass on considerations to auditors, like he was already standing for four hours. Then again, they have me being solely responsible for the satisfaction of 350 people. So, more reason I cannot wait to get a year in to then move on to bigger places, or liquor stores that pay the same.
I have not eaten anything today. Might be a wise thing to stick to. It is that or eat healthy.
My body is finally rebelling against me for a 24-hour Wednesday. 15 hours of sleep over three days, so I am overdue. The soul is willing, but the body is week. Despite the lack of stomach content, the back end is emptying and I think a popcorn hull in my gum ruptured something in there.
You might not dig my satire pieces, but you gotta respect my movie reviews. Popcorn abscess to watch a dry Milla Jovovich movie, please honor my sacrifice.
Survivor - A Title You Earn from Watching This
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime"
Those for Conceal and Carry: America's New Pets (Schrodinger's Cat: Part 13)
Before we get into my leftist agenda, which wouldn't exist on this website dedicated to a film production, I'd like to at least attempt to spark your interest in "Main Event of the Dead." This is a film I written about "pro" wrestlers who get conned into competing against undead wrestlers with borderline offensive gimmicks. Nudity, gore and comedy, this film will attempt to take wrestling to an extreme and back from those who say "Let's Go Cena!" Feel fee to ask for a treatment of the story by emailing russthebus07@gmail.com
If only I could get WWE Films behind it. I'd definitely have a better tag line: "If Cena Lives, We Riot."
At this time, I'm not looking for finances to get this project off the ground, just support and some promotional material. If I I have that, I have something to post on Kickstarter to get the cash.
Please send me your suggestions, if I haven't pissed you off. Or even if I have. That way, I won't need to constantly come up with material, thus the need to blog about what's wrong with the right will cease.
Honestly, I do not know why anyone would be offended when I'm comparing those people to the most adorable creatures on this planet, cats.
A few mornings ago, I leave my second floor apartment to see the heartwarming visage of a black cat with white paws wondering on the balcony. This left me in a very vulnerable state since other residents were leaving for their jobs, and no one was attending to this sleek furball. After a few moments, I was left to follow suit. Without tags, no matter how undoubtedly loving this feline maybe, I couldn't leave a wild beast with my furry, fluffy and awesome cat Eva. At least if she...
Why do we assign the feminine gender to cats...or at least why do I...lets avoid my personal issues for a change with this blog.
If this lost godly creature had her tags, someone could at least knock on the door of the owner to inform them that their residence is less holy. Without a response, I could at least present her with a safe social environment until the bi-peds (sorry if I'm just assuming all my neighbors haven't sacrificed legs to the Bush administration) returned from their places of works.
I hate having to do anything that may serve to restrict...or just tick off...my cute roommate, but I determined that my cat needed to sport her tags. A challenge since she won't communicate her fashion sense. But on the bright side, this means I have a cat urine-free wardrobe, at least until she gets of 3/8th inch choker.
Rationalization 42: Everyone Needs a Visible Tattoo for Identifications Sake.
I acknowledge, this concept isn't going to be popular with Holocaust survivors, but as someone who has been waited on at fast food restaurants and seen the name tag of with a vindictive ex-girlfriend's name on it along with similar features, it assured me that my cup of Buffalo sauce was spit free.
Anyhow, a possible reason the European Jews might not be happy about ID tattoos is because Hitler didn't allow them any input on their ink. If you have to get a tattoo, you don't want it to be something you're going to regret. I swore I had to have a Cubs tattoo before I died, so I felt that was mandatory.
And unless I run into a cowardly and paranoid White Sox fan, who would dare execute someone with a Cubbie bear on their arm. I should research this further. How many people have been executed by our "justice" system who also sported a Cubs tattoo (Texas excluded)?
I guess that's why Hitler didn't let those he tried to obliterate have emoji symbols instead of the lame numbers. The genocide wouldn't work if Gestapos were refusing to kill someone with a portrait of a odd-eyed Khao Manee.
So tattoos for ID's could save your life, and lead to tattoo tolerance because sleeves would only hinder our safety. And most people cannot pull off a face tat.
Rationalization 43: Bells for Bullets.
Back to the initial story. So, I went to Walmart, I visited the pet store websites and Amazon, and the result was an inability to protect yellow-eyed damsel. This is because all of the collars had bells on them. It's bad enough that she has to wander around her environment with unnecessary clothing while her "owner" can wander around with Dr. Jones (no time for love) hanging out. Sorry Eva, but your perfection would be flawed with a tattoo.
The bell is an unfair gimmick attached to cats. Yes, I know they're easier to find, but I trust my cat not to kill me, so there is no need to further stomp on her rights.
Curse that story about the mice conspirators and putting that bell around the neck of the cat that was only doing what nature intended, killing vermin. What kind of backwards message does that give kids? Mice shouldn't be killed, but there shouldn't be turds with your Rice Krispies. It must have been a scheme by capitalists who wanted to make money, kill things, and spit in their god's face by taking away his feline method of maximizing his kill count.
I do not fear my cat killing me in my sleep, but I am a little nervous about people who feel they need to have the ability to kill people without ever needing to engage them. Thus, I do not want to extinguish the need for a collar and bell market.
Imagine the money that could be made if we had bells around the necks of all gun owners. Imagine the safety we would feel knowing which anxious gutless individuals to avoid pissing off.
And imagine the kink that could become mainstream. It may encourage gun sells with guys buying Glocks to impress girls, and this time, owning a gun arm might actually compensate for a lack of balls.
The only problem is that they would need to be shock collars. We can't have them removed since we need to know when these invertebrates approach or what's the point? And I suppose we'd have to place them on all convicts, but isn't that equality? If you have a collar, we can't just assume you're a criminal. And I know there are a lot more assholes than convicts. Don't we all want a heads up to who to be cautious of?
The only reasonable objection are those who equate being collared to slavery (thanks "Game of Thrones"). I think that may make it appropriate because most of those who want to keep their guns are slaves to an archaic document.
It's almost like wearing a cross around your neck.
If only I could get WWE Films behind it. I'd definitely have a better tag line: "If Cena Lives, We Riot."
At this time, I'm not looking for finances to get this project off the ground, just support and some promotional material. If I I have that, I have something to post on Kickstarter to get the cash.
Please send me your suggestions, if I haven't pissed you off. Or even if I have. That way, I won't need to constantly come up with material, thus the need to blog about what's wrong with the right will cease.
Honestly, I do not know why anyone would be offended when I'm comparing those people to the most adorable creatures on this planet, cats.
A few mornings ago, I leave my second floor apartment to see the heartwarming visage of a black cat with white paws wondering on the balcony. This left me in a very vulnerable state since other residents were leaving for their jobs, and no one was attending to this sleek furball. After a few moments, I was left to follow suit. Without tags, no matter how undoubtedly loving this feline maybe, I couldn't leave a wild beast with my furry, fluffy and awesome cat Eva. At least if she...
Why do we assign the feminine gender to cats...or at least why do I...lets avoid my personal issues for a change with this blog.
If this lost godly creature had her tags, someone could at least knock on the door of the owner to inform them that their residence is less holy. Without a response, I could at least present her with a safe social environment until the bi-peds (sorry if I'm just assuming all my neighbors haven't sacrificed legs to the Bush administration) returned from their places of works.
I hate having to do anything that may serve to restrict...or just tick off...my cute roommate, but I determined that my cat needed to sport her tags. A challenge since she won't communicate her fashion sense. But on the bright side, this means I have a cat urine-free wardrobe, at least until she gets of 3/8th inch choker.
Rationalization 42: Everyone Needs a Visible Tattoo for Identifications Sake.
I acknowledge, this concept isn't going to be popular with Holocaust survivors, but as someone who has been waited on at fast food restaurants and seen the name tag of with a vindictive ex-girlfriend's name on it along with similar features, it assured me that my cup of Buffalo sauce was spit free.
Anyhow, a possible reason the European Jews might not be happy about ID tattoos is because Hitler didn't allow them any input on their ink. If you have to get a tattoo, you don't want it to be something you're going to regret. I swore I had to have a Cubs tattoo before I died, so I felt that was mandatory.
And unless I run into a cowardly and paranoid White Sox fan, who would dare execute someone with a Cubbie bear on their arm. I should research this further. How many people have been executed by our "justice" system who also sported a Cubs tattoo (Texas excluded)?
I guess that's why Hitler didn't let those he tried to obliterate have emoji symbols instead of the lame numbers. The genocide wouldn't work if Gestapos were refusing to kill someone with a portrait of a odd-eyed Khao Manee.
So tattoos for ID's could save your life, and lead to tattoo tolerance because sleeves would only hinder our safety. And most people cannot pull off a face tat.
Rationalization 43: Bells for Bullets.
Back to the initial story. So, I went to Walmart, I visited the pet store websites and Amazon, and the result was an inability to protect yellow-eyed damsel. This is because all of the collars had bells on them. It's bad enough that she has to wander around her environment with unnecessary clothing while her "owner" can wander around with Dr. Jones (no time for love) hanging out. Sorry Eva, but your perfection would be flawed with a tattoo.
The bell is an unfair gimmick attached to cats. Yes, I know they're easier to find, but I trust my cat not to kill me, so there is no need to further stomp on her rights.
Curse that story about the mice conspirators and putting that bell around the neck of the cat that was only doing what nature intended, killing vermin. What kind of backwards message does that give kids? Mice shouldn't be killed, but there shouldn't be turds with your Rice Krispies. It must have been a scheme by capitalists who wanted to make money, kill things, and spit in their god's face by taking away his feline method of maximizing his kill count.
I do not fear my cat killing me in my sleep, but I am a little nervous about people who feel they need to have the ability to kill people without ever needing to engage them. Thus, I do not want to extinguish the need for a collar and bell market.
Imagine the money that could be made if we had bells around the necks of all gun owners. Imagine the safety we would feel knowing which anxious gutless individuals to avoid pissing off.
And imagine the kink that could become mainstream. It may encourage gun sells with guys buying Glocks to impress girls, and this time, owning a gun arm might actually compensate for a lack of balls.
The only problem is that they would need to be shock collars. We can't have them removed since we need to know when these invertebrates approach or what's the point? And I suppose we'd have to place them on all convicts, but isn't that equality? If you have a collar, we can't just assume you're a criminal. And I know there are a lot more assholes than convicts. Don't we all want a heads up to who to be cautious of?
The only reasonable objection are those who equate being collared to slavery (thanks "Game of Thrones"). I think that may make it appropriate because most of those who want to keep their guns are slaves to an archaic document.
It's almost like wearing a cross around your neck.
More Evangelion Manga Reviews
I think it maybe important to point out the gimmick of "EvaUnit03's Tokyo 3 Station" was to come up with a rock n' roll soundtrack to the series. Unfortunately, Lycos will not let me post the images and midi used for the site on this blog directly, so if you want to here the midi for this page Click here
Stage 4 Stage 5
Stage 4: Silence
Shinji is sent to the surface to face the Angel. One problem, how do you pilot an Eva? Our hero eventually gets Unit 01 to walk, but he can't stop it, so he decides to go with the flow. Unfortunately, something is willing to help Shinji with his original plan after a trip up.
At least we get somewhere with this stage. It doesn't cover much, but the action makes up for that. The key thing is that your guaranteed to get the next issue.
Stage 5: Angel Fire
Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks.
Stage 4 Stage 5
Stage 4: Silence
Shinji is sent to the surface to face the Angel. One problem, how do you pilot an Eva? Our hero eventually gets Unit 01 to walk, but he can't stop it, so he decides to go with the flow. Unfortunately, something is willing to help Shinji with his original plan after a trip up.
At least we get somewhere with this stage. It doesn't cover much, but the action makes up for that. The key thing is that your guaranteed to get the next issue.
Stage 5: Angel Fire
Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks.
July 2009: If I could, would...
Current mood: morose
Category: Blogging
Category: Blogging
Just trying to write something everyday. I don't know, it maybe a need to be challenged I guess.
If the older sister isn't hogging my bedroom (better known as my parents office space), I'll blog.
If I got time before class, I'll fill a page in the notebook next to the fabled first draft of my second screenplay.
If all else fails, I'll try to write based around the graphic on the next page in my Adrian Tomine journal Stef got me.
If I wanted a challenge, there's one. Every image is about relationships. What do I have to write about that topic?
It seems I've been getting little thrills out of simple stuff.
Conquering this cold, sinus infection, or side effect from all the Lipozene (which was working, but I decided to stick out the "if your throat swells you got to quit" warning). I think all the junk that I didn't leave on I-55 south just past Dwight has gone to my ear, so...
If I can resist the temptation of using my coupon for "Tiger Woods 10" (just so I'll have two Wii Motion Pluses so I can actually beat the crap out of Stef when I pick up my copy of "Wii Sports Resort"), I may have some change for a couple more bottles of the overpriced fiber. Got to keep pissing my little sister off by keeping up the weight loss.
If some for reason I get the break that I seem never destined to receive, and not off myself before the unemployment runs up, planning my third associates degree by Summer 2010 will kill sometime.
And I guess...
If I got to thank anyone for the turn around, being Danny's disciple it pains me to say, I may have to thank Ian Rotten for it.
I'd like my $15 (and inevitably an extra 40 come July 24) because I shouldn't be paying to work. Out of principle of course and finding out what the point of trying out was? Ian said the word got to him that I have a "big mouth" when really it's just typing 40 words per minute in proper webiquite...Alex, Andy, Lawrence, etc. I ain't ashamed of it, so fuck him...
If he can't take a joke.
The point is, he said my shit wasn't bad. Wasn't good, but I hadn't received that high a praise since Keith Walker said I didn't mess anything up with that job. Well, I take that back. No body hassled Tigger Mask, and that's about a match, not the behind the scene stuff.
Really, the point is, since it ain't bad, I just gotta plan out better matches to get it up to good, and the wrestling should be going again.
But the thing that kills me about this recent motivation, aside from sweltering at the keyboard. My parents never gave me a well ventilated room (and fuck them...)
If they can't take a joke.
What bugs me is that, I still don't see shit getting better. I honestly believe I'm helpless in improving things. I write, well I got to die right now to make that important. I wrestle, and I still have to give it up for the real world and back stage bull shit. I stick around, and I remain a foot note to the rest of the world. Just that great guy who never has anything great happen to him.
I don't want anyone to feel hurt by that statement.
If something good happens, I pray I unexpectedly walk in front of a bus. Nothing has happened to keep me going. I've kept myself going, and that's been in fucking vain. Fuck you Stef...
If you are going to get the dictionary out to check that I wrote the write vain/vane/vein down. There was a reason I call myself the Rough Draft.
In the end, I'm just building my argument for suicide. Damn it, I'd just wish I finished my thesis and get on with it. After I get the Master Degree in Fatalism for it of course.
Saturday, June 15, 2019
"Underworld: Blood Wars" and R-Rated Table Reads for Kids
The original subtitle for this blog was "Maximizing the HDR but not Charles Dance." I bring up Charles Dance in the blog title having recently seen "Godzilla: King of the Monsters". Do not forget the birthday gift that your parents had gotten your significant other. There are consequences.
The original plan was to celebrate our anniversary with "John Wick 3: Parabellum" but the 4K in the living room was not enough to get her to quit pouting about the franchise even though she wanted the "puppy." So with the lack of presents as well interest, my argument that we cannot dive into the franchise without the first film fell upon deaf ears.
Enough giving into her sad faces and talk about mine. Once you invoke Eco-terrorism and give it a lead, that (Charles Dance) is the villain of your film. Until you get through this film's credits, the villain is forgotten about. It is a pretty dull flick between him escaping with the monster-control device and the last scene.
"Last Action Hero" was misguided, but Charles Dance kept it interesting. How did no one in a test audience not scream for more Royal Shakespeare Company pedigree? Especially after how "Game of Thrones" went after Tywin Lannister left.
PG-13 means live-action, kid-friendly Russ. Did you forget that? Maybe, but that is probably because I am pissed about the default PG ratings animated films now receive. Everybody poops, spits and farts MPAA. Quit trying to brain wash parents in an effort to avoid children doing that. They knew the risks.
I do not know. Perhaps, test screening the last season of "Game of Thrones" on kids could have better directed the conclusion. Aside from the brothel scene in episode 67, the boobs to dragon ratio was surprising low. The violence may have been a bit intense. My compromise, have elementary school students sit in on the table reads.
I think 50-65% of those bitching about the conclusion of "Game of Thrones" are not smarter or as patient as fifth graders. Reading to an audience like that, I would bet my left one (or any non-essential appendage or duplicate organ [just leave me with enough fingers with their matching arm to pitch] against any five-figure sum for any takers out there) they would shout bullshit when the "fans" did. Would that be any worse than when my fifth grade teacher read us all of the "Chronicles of Narnia"? At least there is no separation of church and state issues with my idea.
You would think it would be tough to get back to my latest 90-minute movie review after that rant, but I must be clairvoyant. The first word of the review I wrote in what I think was January of 2018 was...
Bookworms are tough to read as film goers.
Underworld Blood Wars:
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Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 12: Petition to Waterboard Nancy Grace)
Any aspiring artist reading this blog? Any cute girls who can seductively read a press statement? If you want to make lower three figures (five if you include pass the decimal point), let me know if you would like to assist with the promotion for my zombie versus pro-wrestling screenplay, "Main Event of the Dead." © 2011 Russ Stevens. If you want to preview the project before committing, let me know and I'll send you a treatment of the script (russthebus07@gmail.com).
This project is not about making money, just an investment in yet another profession that most have advised not to pursue. So, I'm not in a position to exploit your efforts.
and thus, you've just read my latest rationalization...
Rationalization 38: I'm Not Nancy Grace.
I may have my creativity back. That felt like one of my most constructive introductions to my Cat blogs. This may have also presented a new format for all of my personal blogs that aren't actually related to the actual production of "Main Event of the Dead."
Allow me to rephrase the previous statement. These blogs aren't directly related to the production of my film. The implication that if you really want to help me, actually show support for this project. Hell, I'll settle for some word of mouth if you can't commit.
And please spread the word, because I don't know how I'll use this blog format once I have concluded this series.
Rationalization 39: Facebook is the home for the angry minority and stupid majority.
One of the most frustrating things about blogging with Facebook as my main source (if you view this blog, join the Twitter revolution and follow @MainEventZombie) of promotion is that bitching about public figures seem to garner more response from my "friends" than anything positive. Thank the Seven for the ability to unfollow friends. At least I do not have to deal with the conservative clutter.
With the Ultimate Warrior's death, you got the salacious stories. Nancy Grace, or I should say CNN, needed rating beyond pondering about the Malaysian pilots who tried a poor tribute to David Copperfield, so she attacked pro wrestling. A part of me (since I didn't watch the Hall of Fame ceremony) appreciates that someone reminds us that we should still cast a little shame on Warrior the wrestler (not the family man) despite the poor research or petty agenda.
The latter is just a way to spit on a profession that no one outside of it respects. It seems pro wrestlers are nothing more than entertainment's fast food workers. But when they are reminded of it, someones head has to roll. Hence, #CancelNancyGrace.
Funny, because people shit on the fast food industry and everyone bitches about their request for a living wage. It is because wrestlers are trained in an art form while you don't need to train to ask, "do you want fries with that?"
The problem with the petition is it discounts the interest of money. Or a majority. It makes CNN's advertisers money to piss on something that the majority disrespects. Will a few thousands signatures deter playing to those ruling elements. 100,000 signatures...that is 0.0003 of this countries population.
Unless someone has died because of Nancy Grace trashing the business, there is no reason to cancel her. At least Phil from "Fuck a Duck Dynasty" could have inspired the ignorant Christians (that's redundant) to feel justified in harming minorities and homosexuals.
But since Phil is lovable, if you express your outrage, you're considered the bad one.
Rationalization 40: "Do you have a flag?...No flag, No country, You can't have one!"
I'm assuming you'll understand the parallel I'm drawing to this Eddie Izzard quote after this paragraph. There was a series of tweets that I sent expressing my discontent over the reaction to someone making there living as a shock jock (can't call her a journalist) because they didn't have the temperament to be a defense attorney after their time with the prosecution ended. After the tweets failed to show up on Facebook, I posted my stance "of quit watching and stop bitching," as a status update on Facebook. There was no response on Facebook in support of this stance, until a wrestler who cannot be taken seriously shared a link to #CancelNancyGrace petition with a picture of the worse cunt (Colin Cowherd has also made a similar stance) aside the link.
I'm hoping that he is just a he's a greater friend than I'll ever be, but I have a feeling that a thousand great words pale in comparison to an ugly jpeg.
Rationalization 41: It's easier to write people off.
and waterboarding talk
I guess this works in relation to how we demand those who tick us off deserve to disappear. And I had a lot of "inspirational" experiences to expound on, but let's get to the humorous element (which may still be 40 miles of rough road).
I woke up to a phone call from a friend who was about to visit a non-mutual friend of his. My friend told me of how his friend confided in him of how his life had gone down hill to the point where he's was doing a lot of drugs and eventually strangling and drowning a cat. The cat survived (or it didn't lose nine lives).
So my friend called me for advise on how to deal with someone who had committed an insane act. Surely, this guy deserves an ass kicking was what he may have wanted me to justify, but my friend advised me that his friend was seeking help.
He also said that his friend was disturbed by a lack of empathy. After a further description of the individual, I suggested that the person's actions were because he felt powerless. Not the best outlet, but he's trying to get help since the dealing with the wet pussy.
What I advised my friend was to not bring it up, but if it was to disapprove of it, but be there for him if he is getting help because he needs the support in getting better. I've dealt with way too many people who never receive the support they need, and with so many people just writing them off for far lesser reasons, it's my only recommendation.
So what am I more angry about? That I cannot back down from a stance that may have killed me financially. Or, that I've encouraged a support system for someone who went and tortured the universe's loveliest of furballs while I can't get a support system to see a point to existing.
Fortunately, I at least have found a way to sugar coat the situation:
When your cable goes out, you feel powerless.
When you feel powerless, you want to take the power back.
When you want to take the power back, you want to take karate.
When you want to take karate, you balk at the price some under qualified white guy wants to charge for lessons.
When you balk at the price, you go to an animal shelter and adopt Mittens the cat.
When you adopt Mittens, you want to keep everyone secure.
When you want to keep everyone secure, you waterboard Mittens to find the Rebels' hidden base.
Don't waterboard Mittens to find the Rebels' hidden base.
Register for Affordable Care and get the fucking meds you need.
This project is not about making money, just an investment in yet another profession that most have advised not to pursue. So, I'm not in a position to exploit your efforts.
and thus, you've just read my latest rationalization...
Rationalization 38: I'm Not Nancy Grace.
I may have my creativity back. That felt like one of my most constructive introductions to my Cat blogs. This may have also presented a new format for all of my personal blogs that aren't actually related to the actual production of "Main Event of the Dead."
Allow me to rephrase the previous statement. These blogs aren't directly related to the production of my film. The implication that if you really want to help me, actually show support for this project. Hell, I'll settle for some word of mouth if you can't commit.
And please spread the word, because I don't know how I'll use this blog format once I have concluded this series.
Rationalization 39: Facebook is the home for the angry minority and stupid majority.
One of the most frustrating things about blogging with Facebook as my main source (if you view this blog, join the Twitter revolution and follow @MainEventZombie) of promotion is that bitching about public figures seem to garner more response from my "friends" than anything positive. Thank the Seven for the ability to unfollow friends. At least I do not have to deal with the conservative clutter.
With the Ultimate Warrior's death, you got the salacious stories. Nancy Grace, or I should say CNN, needed rating beyond pondering about the Malaysian pilots who tried a poor tribute to David Copperfield, so she attacked pro wrestling. A part of me (since I didn't watch the Hall of Fame ceremony) appreciates that someone reminds us that we should still cast a little shame on Warrior the wrestler (not the family man) despite the poor research or petty agenda.
The latter is just a way to spit on a profession that no one outside of it respects. It seems pro wrestlers are nothing more than entertainment's fast food workers. But when they are reminded of it, someones head has to roll. Hence, #CancelNancyGrace.
Funny, because people shit on the fast food industry and everyone bitches about their request for a living wage. It is because wrestlers are trained in an art form while you don't need to train to ask, "do you want fries with that?"
The problem with the petition is it discounts the interest of money. Or a majority. It makes CNN's advertisers money to piss on something that the majority disrespects. Will a few thousands signatures deter playing to those ruling elements. 100,000 signatures...that is 0.0003 of this countries population.
Unless someone has died because of Nancy Grace trashing the business, there is no reason to cancel her. At least Phil from "Fuck a Duck Dynasty" could have inspired the ignorant Christians (that's redundant) to feel justified in harming minorities and homosexuals.
But since Phil is lovable, if you express your outrage, you're considered the bad one.
Rationalization 40: "Do you have a flag?...No flag, No country, You can't have one!"
I'm assuming you'll understand the parallel I'm drawing to this Eddie Izzard quote after this paragraph. There was a series of tweets that I sent expressing my discontent over the reaction to someone making there living as a shock jock (can't call her a journalist) because they didn't have the temperament to be a defense attorney after their time with the prosecution ended. After the tweets failed to show up on Facebook, I posted my stance "of quit watching and stop bitching," as a status update on Facebook. There was no response on Facebook in support of this stance, until a wrestler who cannot be taken seriously shared a link to #CancelNancyGrace petition with a picture of the worse cunt (Colin Cowherd has also made a similar stance) aside the link.
I'm hoping that he is just a he's a greater friend than I'll ever be, but I have a feeling that a thousand great words pale in comparison to an ugly jpeg.
Rationalization 41: It's easier to write people off.
and waterboarding talk
I guess this works in relation to how we demand those who tick us off deserve to disappear. And I had a lot of "inspirational" experiences to expound on, but let's get to the humorous element (which may still be 40 miles of rough road).
I woke up to a phone call from a friend who was about to visit a non-mutual friend of his. My friend told me of how his friend confided in him of how his life had gone down hill to the point where he's was doing a lot of drugs and eventually strangling and drowning a cat. The cat survived (or it didn't lose nine lives).
So my friend called me for advise on how to deal with someone who had committed an insane act. Surely, this guy deserves an ass kicking was what he may have wanted me to justify, but my friend advised me that his friend was seeking help.
He also said that his friend was disturbed by a lack of empathy. After a further description of the individual, I suggested that the person's actions were because he felt powerless. Not the best outlet, but he's trying to get help since the dealing with the wet pussy.
What I advised my friend was to not bring it up, but if it was to disapprove of it, but be there for him if he is getting help because he needs the support in getting better. I've dealt with way too many people who never receive the support they need, and with so many people just writing them off for far lesser reasons, it's my only recommendation.
So what am I more angry about? That I cannot back down from a stance that may have killed me financially. Or, that I've encouraged a support system for someone who went and tortured the universe's loveliest of furballs while I can't get a support system to see a point to existing.
Fortunately, I at least have found a way to sugar coat the situation:
When your cable goes out, you feel powerless.
When you feel powerless, you want to take the power back.
When you want to take the power back, you want to take karate.
When you want to take karate, you balk at the price some under qualified white guy wants to charge for lessons.
When you balk at the price, you go to an animal shelter and adopt Mittens the cat.
When you adopt Mittens, you want to keep everyone secure.
When you want to keep everyone secure, you waterboard Mittens to find the Rebels' hidden base.
Don't waterboard Mittens to find the Rebels' hidden base.
Register for Affordable Care and get the fucking meds you need.
February 2009 - Clive Owen, Isla Fischer, and Jason be damned.
Current mood: drained
I know I have few worthwhile qualities, but film criticism seems to be one of them. Add unemployment to the mix, my oxygen consumption should be considered felonious if I do not use the only thing I have going for me right now.
As my fate seemingly dictates (according to the Jet Li classic "Tai Chi Master"), it is not currently an act to partake in. February has usually been an off month, and this year follows in that trend. Yes, I have not seen "The Wrestler" or "The Reader", but it is quite difficult to find a place within reasonable proximity to Peoria to catch a 2'ish showing of either one. Happy hour is reserved for the Stat Boy Hour on ESPN.
Perhaps the date is truly unlucky because film criticism is proving quite difficult since nothing worthwhile is opening. My "Friday the 13th" blog from last week would be considered hypocritical if I was to see the film. "The International" attacks my almost religious faith in hoping for the return of responsible capitalism, and "Shopaholic" is an emasculating scare. So how can one find a cheap replacement for the emotionally bankrupt offerings from ***Southern California this week? And be clever about it?
***May this statement not reflect poorly on the adult film industry. That Aurora Snow has heart. With some of her scenes, I can swear that I've literally seen it.
Hopefully you followed my public service announcement last week, and resisted going to see the new "Jason". Now I hope I can provide you with some encouraging of the abuse of fine British thespians.
The International, the quote whore's (whose name was conveniently placed in white over white scenery in its TV spots) "ideal picture for our time." This quote laid the opposing argument that prevents me from seeing Clive Owen's latest.
So, the ideal film is for a socialist to bring down a bank. Excuse me. Recession? Obama-ism gone wild? What is the deal?
I have a savings account and a pension, and they come through a conglomerate. Is this not evidence that the insignificant are going to be punished if the film's idealistic prick(s) succeed?
Never mind the fact that murder can be good business. The USS Maine (right...Spain did it), Pearl Harbor (are you sure that we were sure the Nips were going to attack Australia?), JFK (CIA's insurance policy cashed), The Turk, The Heads of the Five Families, Heiman Roth, etc. All examples of the profitability of timely deaths.
No action flicks, so my final option is "Confessions of a Shopaholic." Isla Fisher is hot, and my tendencies toward crazy redheads are well documented. Still, to put up with a chick flick, I either need to see a naked Jolie or a chance to play Pitt afterwards.
I didn't need the realization of the shallowness behind my feminist film selections, or refresh my knowledge of the seemingly impossibility of events that could lead me to a chick flick. Sad since I am curious about the content of "He's Just Not that into You."
Needless to say, Valentines Day weekend has not offered me a reason to pay $8 for two hours I could use on manufacturing gimmicks to sell in what seems to be an ever more unlikely return to the ring. Fortunately in this quest for Cinema...Cinema...Cinema, I remain tenacious. Unfortunately, I also remain thrifty.
If the multiplex cannot help my need to potentially rip a director an intellectual orifice, I shall turn to the recent DVD releases...that are under $10 and delightfully tacky. Sadly, the latest Steven Segal "fat martial artist versus vampire" movie is still $20 at Wal-Mart.
Also, I did not need to know about the economic downturn affecting the B-Movie rental market. Before Christmas, I could rent the ICP knock off starring Raven "Death Race 2000" (who needs Statham when you can choose vintage Stallone). Now, Chris Kattan and Jessica Simpson star in the lowest budgeted flicks at the $1 a day kiosk.
At least I know the downturn is hurting the Juggalos. Lets us all take solace in that.
Yet to give up, I turn to free movies on demand. To my dismay, Fearnet's vocations to Voorhees severely limited their offering. What I want is people not to see "Jason I, or is it XI, or is it XII", so I can't turn to the original series. All I had to find was something free, more worthwhile than a hockey poser, and something that would remind me not to entertain the thought of watching "Slap Shot 3".
So I was elated to find Louis Gossett Jr. starring in "Iron Eagle 4: Doug Masters Rides Again".
Neon Genesis Evangelion - Manga Reviews
It also gives me an opportunity to bitch about capitalism online. Perhaps Yahoo! made this move because they are losing money as they compete with better companies like Google (that should give me some Ad Sense profit...don't call me a hypocrite), but it could also be corporate greed at its worst.
In all honesty, Yahoo! has a great user friendly registry service, but to pay for webspace on the Internet? If you cannot find that for free online, then there is at least one hedonistic douche bag involved.
Stage 1 Stage 2 Stage 3
Stage 1: Angel Attack
The melancholy Shinji Ikari has been called to Tokyo 3 by his father for unknown reasons. While he's waiting for Capt. Misato Katsuragi to pick him up, a giant monster starts to attack. Misato seems to arrive at the nick of time, but the car is knocked over making them easy prey for the Angel (the official name for the monster). They are saved by a giant robot that helps by putting the car right side up. It also takes the pounding the two were meant to take, and is forced to retreat. Even after all of this, Shinji is still wondering why his father has called him, and what is the robot called the Evangelion that saved him.
If you discovered Evangelion through the anime like I did, you are immediately interested in the plot as we find out how down the character of Shinji was intended to be (My mistake, the manga came after the anime). Rei also plays a larger part than she does in the anime's first episode, and the humor is delivered a lot more openly. Not really more detailed than the anime, but a new way to look at Evangelion.
Stage 2: Reunion
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
90 on Prime: "Necromancer" or Why You Must Include the Noun from the Title
Keeping yourself busy makes you realize how broke you are. At my age, you also think about how little time you have and little resources to make use of it. Fortunately, blogging is about the only plus of little support or lack of supervision, at least when you have slow nights, especially foreseen ones.
When you are busy, you tend to only focus on being busy. Thus, satire is not on the mind. But fortunately for the blog, Amazon Prime has plenty of 90-minute pictures so you can stay up late and add to the productivity of a 13-hour day. Then again, is reminding people of 80's horror movies a beneficial act?
Well after watching 1988's "Necromancer", this resurrection review might be worthwhile. I am trying to raise the dead with this rant, unlike our antagonist and title character from this flick.
Julie seems to have everything going for her. Straight A's and a scholarship, the female lead in "The Taming of the Shrew", a boyfriend in a band, and a job in the university's theater department. Sadly, the latter may be too much for her because boys will be boys.
Paul, Carl and Allan came for test answers, but after finding a provocative photo of Julie along side a love letter to the head of the department, Paul is inspired to see if she can offer up all that was promised from the note. Carl and Allan are reluctant, but the underbelly of the school runs through Paul, so they all play roles in his rape of little miss perfect.
The victim is ashamed from the attack, but cannot turn to anyone except her best friend Freda. Her boyfriend is unaware of her past partners, let alone the handsey theater professor. Paul's mother is on the board of deans, so she will lose her scholarship if she pursues legal action. Freda determines that her only option is to answer a classified ad from a woman promising vengeance.
Justice for $20, I would probably say consequences be damned. But when she starts dreaming of her attackers' deaths, Julie may be over her head. The only person who thinks they are up for stopping this trend is Ernest the Wicca Nerd. With a description like that, how will she end the trail of blood she has been cursed with?
Dusty Nelson's "Necromancer" is just not noisy enough to pay any attention to. The bare bones budget makes it seem like it is knocking off Italian horror rip offs while skimping on the gore. It moves fast enough, but aside from the premise, nothing is memorable.
Beyond the rape that would be tame for "Game of Thrones," there is not any onscreen violence until the climax. The monster that does all the killing requires a transformation, which we do not really get to see. What we get are green cat eyes and appendage covered it red caviar. I promise "Main Event of the Dead" will top this. (Drop me an email at russthebus07@gmail.com for a treatment of my Pro-Wrestling Zombie Comedy). If it was not for the nudity of lead Elizabeth Kaitan, this film would be more suited for the horror of the Hayes Code.
If MST3K had not found so many 80's horror with so little visual offense, this film could be salvaged. "Necromancer's" blessing is that it is fast-paced, so you will not get the time to be angry about it. Watching this film would be fun with some booze and friends. Sadly, I am just a couple of green streaks in my hair from being a doppelganger for the Wicca Nerd. Too close to my real life to stay in my Watch List.
When you are busy, you tend to only focus on being busy. Thus, satire is not on the mind. But fortunately for the blog, Amazon Prime has plenty of 90-minute pictures so you can stay up late and add to the productivity of a 13-hour day. Then again, is reminding people of 80's horror movies a beneficial act?
Well after watching 1988's "Necromancer", this resurrection review might be worthwhile. I am trying to raise the dead with this rant, unlike our antagonist and title character from this flick.
Julie seems to have everything going for her. Straight A's and a scholarship, the female lead in "The Taming of the Shrew", a boyfriend in a band, and a job in the university's theater department. Sadly, the latter may be too much for her because boys will be boys.
Paul, Carl and Allan came for test answers, but after finding a provocative photo of Julie along side a love letter to the head of the department, Paul is inspired to see if she can offer up all that was promised from the note. Carl and Allan are reluctant, but the underbelly of the school runs through Paul, so they all play roles in his rape of little miss perfect.
The victim is ashamed from the attack, but cannot turn to anyone except her best friend Freda. Her boyfriend is unaware of her past partners, let alone the handsey theater professor. Paul's mother is on the board of deans, so she will lose her scholarship if she pursues legal action. Freda determines that her only option is to answer a classified ad from a woman promising vengeance.
Justice for $20, I would probably say consequences be damned. But when she starts dreaming of her attackers' deaths, Julie may be over her head. The only person who thinks they are up for stopping this trend is Ernest the Wicca Nerd. With a description like that, how will she end the trail of blood she has been cursed with?
Dusty Nelson's "Necromancer" is just not noisy enough to pay any attention to. The bare bones budget makes it seem like it is knocking off Italian horror rip offs while skimping on the gore. It moves fast enough, but aside from the premise, nothing is memorable.
Beyond the rape that would be tame for "Game of Thrones," there is not any onscreen violence until the climax. The monster that does all the killing requires a transformation, which we do not really get to see. What we get are green cat eyes and appendage covered it red caviar. I promise "Main Event of the Dead" will top this. (Drop me an email at russthebus07@gmail.com for a treatment of my Pro-Wrestling Zombie Comedy). If it was not for the nudity of lead Elizabeth Kaitan, this film would be more suited for the horror of the Hayes Code.
If MST3K had not found so many 80's horror with so little visual offense, this film could be salvaged. "Necromancer's" blessing is that it is fast-paced, so you will not get the time to be angry about it. Watching this film would be fun with some booze and friends. Sadly, I am just a couple of green streaks in my hair from being a doppelganger for the Wicca Nerd. Too close to my real life to stay in my Watch List.
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 11: Information Kills)
I've come up with some ways of promoting "Main Event of the Dead," but they're all dependent upon having some kind of enticing media to draw attention to it. My love for the written word prevents me from video blogging (but if any of my tempting female friends would like to read a press release for YouTube, that may work), so I think a movie poster is the way to go. If any of my artistic friends can come up with a cool pro wrestler vs. zombie image that is worthwhile, pass it my way and I promise some sort of fiscal compensation for your effort (effort...drinking money, worthwhile...we'll talk).
If you want to spread the word about any worth this project may have, I'd be happy to send you a treatment of the script so that you may promote the best parts...or at least give me pointers of how to clean up the worst. Please email me at russthebus07@gmail.com
It's tough to muster up the mental strength to write this blog. I'm kind of glad for the longer I had the "How you can help statement" to take up space. On the flip side, the start time for when I write this post was 90 minutes late.
Now we're in a homicidal Krusty The Klown zone:
What's really good today was that the distractions (after buying Cubs tickets and a Macho Man tank top...http://barbershopwindow.com needs to look into that market for the tattooed wrestling fan...and an affiliate program so that wouldn't have been a free plug) lead me to come up with a way to complete my forearm to make my "Tank Girl" pop out more when I tell the world to "sod off." It's also a way to let me pay homage to KMFDM.
So those are a couple of little victories, but it reminds me of how nihilism has taken over.
I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat
I could really get on a Palahniuk roll to potentially wrap up this series of blogs, but I got to try shining the turd that I couldn't get to last week.
Rationalization 32: Insecurity does not demand equality.
I don't know if I would have cooled down from Jenna encouraging a loss of Marbles if the vertically challengedPeoria Chicago (so use to pissing on the appropriately nick named "P-Town") wrestling scene didn't express their lack of knowledge about the difference between inequality and insecurity. Or maybe I'm just upset about the lack of kayfabe because the heel's tweet was shared by the last face he feuded with (I haven't seen any booking announcements to indicate any turns).
One of the boys decided to post a cartoon on their Twitter feed (so I'll at least credit him for using the best social media tool I've discovered...Tumblr is calling out to me) opens with a frame that shows a guy tell an over-sized girl "I prefer thinner girls" only to be unanimously called a pig by a group of girls. In the next window, a shorter man is told by a woman that "I prefer taller men" to be cheered on by the same group of girls (only one of the stick chicks made a short insult).
The cartoon ask why men are pigs for telling a girl something she "can" control while girls can reject men who are short and not be demonized. My attempt to try calming down the insecure by claiming that women can't be judged because they are controlled by biology to focus on the better physical specimens failed (satire is truly a dead art). He claimed that men will be called pigs regardless of how they determine their ideal mate. This implies to me that if you feel insulted, you should get the opportunity to insult the verbal assailant. We shouldn't allow gender rules to dictate otherwise.
I'm sorry, were you called a midget once by a girl? To feel insulted for what you are, I think a derogatory term needs to be applied. Or a play on stereotype (sorry, I'm so use to being wicked short, I don't know them). I doubt a girl would dangle a napkin with her phone number above your head to taunt you. She'd just give you a fake number.
If you can't change it, don't feel insulted by it.
When it comes to waist lines, you are the ironic pig to use that as an out. You're basically telling the person to change to be likable. Thus, ignoring the fact that skinny is not the only thing to like about someone. And you're just being lazy. Can't you be creative and come up with something like...height? Or lie when you see what ever bobble that indicates their faith. If all else fails, choose Satan.
Rationalization 33: It's not me, it's you damn it.
People do not want to feel like that. They don't get their way because of their short comings. The moment they are rejected, they need to determine why the other person is a cock or cunt. I know the words lack equality, but I can't resist alliteration...but it does remind me that society has a problem when there are more feminine derogatory terms than male.
Since the person doesn't want to feel like a bad person, they want to justify their feelings. But to the rejected, not only do they think the person is an asshole, they think they're a judgmental asshole. This makes them feel better about themselves and just in their anger.
I'm not saying that the rejected shouldn't feel bad, but if it isn't personal, they shouldn't be angry. Unless someone drags the rejected along for their own whims, anger about a person's preference (not actions, they are totally different) is never just. Too bad people find strength in anger, so usually the rejected friends will tell them that it's better to be angry than morose.
Rationalization 34: Attraction is a Yes or No Query, Not an Essay Question.
I know it's nice to get information to learn to be a better person, but we don't ask the questions for that reason. As I said, we ask for explanations only to make the other person seem worse than us. So, we maybe better off not asking the follow up question of why. Fuck, avoid the four W's all together.
Just accept and give honest answers. If anything, that will give the rejected time to play the law of averages. The rejected may end up like a Spinal Tap drummer, but it's better that waiting in line behind Tommy Lee.
Rationalization 35: I am the Next Spinal Tap Drummer.
So get back together you limey twats. Oh yeah, I don't play.
Rationalization 36: There is no place for me outside the box.
I think that is the best way yet to transition to why the Feline is Jean-Paul Sartre. Too bad I have to finish Rationalizations 28 and 37.
If you want to spread the word about any worth this project may have, I'd be happy to send you a treatment of the script so that you may promote the best parts...or at least give me pointers of how to clean up the worst. Please email me at russthebus07@gmail.com
Now we're in a homicidal Krusty The Klown zone:
- Lack of Energy--that's bad.
- Convenient Filler--that's good.
- Procrastination--that's bad.
- Using a 20 Year-Old "Simpson's" Joke to Fill Unnecessary Space--that's good.
What's really good today was that the distractions (after buying Cubs tickets and a Macho Man tank top...http://barbershopwindow.com needs to look into that market for the tattooed wrestling fan...and an affiliate program so that wouldn't have been a free plug) lead me to come up with a way to complete my forearm to make my "Tank Girl" pop out more when I tell the world to "sod off." It's also a way to let me pay homage to KMFDM.
So those are a couple of little victories, but it reminds me of how nihilism has taken over.
I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat
I could really get on a Palahniuk roll to potentially wrap up this series of blogs, but I got to try shining the turd that I couldn't get to last week.
Rationalization 32: Insecurity does not demand equality.
I don't know if I would have cooled down from Jenna encouraging a loss of Marbles if the vertically challenged
One of the boys decided to post a cartoon on their Twitter feed (so I'll at least credit him for using the best social media tool I've discovered...Tumblr is calling out to me) opens with a frame that shows a guy tell an over-sized girl "I prefer thinner girls" only to be unanimously called a pig by a group of girls. In the next window, a shorter man is told by a woman that "I prefer taller men" to be cheered on by the same group of girls (only one of the stick chicks made a short insult).
The cartoon ask why men are pigs for telling a girl something she "can" control while girls can reject men who are short and not be demonized. My attempt to try calming down the insecure by claiming that women can't be judged because they are controlled by biology to focus on the better physical specimens failed (satire is truly a dead art). He claimed that men will be called pigs regardless of how they determine their ideal mate. This implies to me that if you feel insulted, you should get the opportunity to insult the verbal assailant. We shouldn't allow gender rules to dictate otherwise.
I'm sorry, were you called a midget once by a girl? To feel insulted for what you are, I think a derogatory term needs to be applied. Or a play on stereotype (sorry, I'm so use to being wicked short, I don't know them). I doubt a girl would dangle a napkin with her phone number above your head to taunt you. She'd just give you a fake number.
If you can't change it, don't feel insulted by it.
When it comes to waist lines, you are the ironic pig to use that as an out. You're basically telling the person to change to be likable. Thus, ignoring the fact that skinny is not the only thing to like about someone. And you're just being lazy. Can't you be creative and come up with something like...height? Or lie when you see what ever bobble that indicates their faith. If all else fails, choose Satan.
Rationalization 33: It's not me, it's you damn it.
People do not want to feel like that. They don't get their way because of their short comings. The moment they are rejected, they need to determine why the other person is a cock or cunt. I know the words lack equality, but I can't resist alliteration...but it does remind me that society has a problem when there are more feminine derogatory terms than male.
Since the person doesn't want to feel like a bad person, they want to justify their feelings. But to the rejected, not only do they think the person is an asshole, they think they're a judgmental asshole. This makes them feel better about themselves and just in their anger.
I'm not saying that the rejected shouldn't feel bad, but if it isn't personal, they shouldn't be angry. Unless someone drags the rejected along for their own whims, anger about a person's preference (not actions, they are totally different) is never just. Too bad people find strength in anger, so usually the rejected friends will tell them that it's better to be angry than morose.
Rationalization 34: Attraction is a Yes or No Query, Not an Essay Question.
I know it's nice to get information to learn to be a better person, but we don't ask the questions for that reason. As I said, we ask for explanations only to make the other person seem worse than us. So, we maybe better off not asking the follow up question of why. Fuck, avoid the four W's all together.
Just accept and give honest answers. If anything, that will give the rejected time to play the law of averages. The rejected may end up like a Spinal Tap drummer, but it's better that waiting in line behind Tommy Lee.
Rationalization 35: I am the Next Spinal Tap Drummer.
So get back together you limey twats. Oh yeah, I don't play.
Rationalization 36: There is no place for me outside the box.
I think that is the best way yet to transition to why the Feline is Jean-Paul Sartre. Too bad I have to finish Rationalizations 28 and 37.
HOI Punk
It seems I got a tendency to get burned out at some point in the weekend. Even happened before my issues with depression. Drinking till I couldn't feel feelings was the remedy, but the bankruptcy and job status leaves me in an introspective rut. May just be beating myself up about leaving my copy of "SLC Punk" at my best friends this time.
I was meaning to review it for the next issue of 309diy (available at Co-Op Records or 309thezine.blogspot.com) since it's been 10 years from it's original release. The biggest problem is leaving it at the residence of two of the fellow writers after telling them my idea.
Stef might do the peace just to spite me (it's a best friend thing), and her fiance isn't much of a writer, so he could figure my idea would be easier than coming up with his own. If he did, I'd just find it funny to see him have the nerve to do something like that.
In the end, their two year-old probably prevents them from getting a chance to watch it.
Reviewing SLC Punk was something I was looking forward to since I couldn't recall ever watching it from start to finish. I've seen every scene, but never consecutively. Thinking about another awkward film experience, "True Romance" comes to mind.
Stef and Chris picked me up the screenplay before I saw the flick. Still, I haven't gotten around to reading it. The finished product is definitely not up to par with other Tarantino scripts, but it was also directed by Tony Scott ("Top Gun's" director and the less-talented brother of the overrated Ridley). One would like to think that the high priest of Quentin would not treat a script that way from a directorial standpoint (as an actor, totally different story).
The awkwardness of Punk stems from when it came out, and my perceived values at the time. Raised in Morton (I was born in a hospital across the river thankfully...P-Town represent), so the conservative nature just made me feel that punk rock nature and anarchy were ridiculous.
When I look back at how I originally viewed "Fight Club", I was definitely into it for the manipulation and charisma of the narrator. And yeah, the concept of fighting just for kicks always entices me. Not the anarchy, especially as a supporter of capitalism. The chaos was clever, but only a few steps above "Jackass".
Of course in 1999, I hadn't grown up, but I don't ever regard myself as materialistic (a side from the bribes my parents gave me for achieving stuff, but that's just being a good son). Perhaps I haven't grown up still. I'm still out to get rid of that sofa problem. Frustration is, I've taken care of the accessories for modern living, I just can't afford to get a place to put it in.
No, I haven't grown up, but I've kept learning. And as someone who likes to learn, I've picked up on how much the world gets fucked up based on principles that have been bastardized. It has annoyed the shit out of me, and I just want things to be put in the right places. Suddenly, the loud noise which directed the poetry that was "Never mind the Bullocks" made sense and Nine Inch Nail was more than just, "Well at least my life isn't one of those songs."
So watching the bits and peaces of Punk meant something to me. The downer ending which just shows the hypocrisy of life sucks, and I almost felt like it's our duty to change it. But again I hadn't grown up, so I just haven't grown beyond pissing people off (hence the lack of a local wrestling career).
Still, I never focused on SLC Punk as a critic, so I might still be missing something. Imagine how that'll kill my self esteem if that's the case.
I was meaning to review it for the next issue of 309diy (available at Co-Op Records or 309thezine.blogspot.com) since it's been 10 years from it's original release. The biggest problem is leaving it at the residence of two of the fellow writers after telling them my idea.
Stef might do the peace just to spite me (it's a best friend thing), and her fiance isn't much of a writer, so he could figure my idea would be easier than coming up with his own. If he did, I'd just find it funny to see him have the nerve to do something like that.
In the end, their two year-old probably prevents them from getting a chance to watch it.
Reviewing SLC Punk was something I was looking forward to since I couldn't recall ever watching it from start to finish. I've seen every scene, but never consecutively. Thinking about another awkward film experience, "True Romance" comes to mind.
Stef and Chris picked me up the screenplay before I saw the flick. Still, I haven't gotten around to reading it. The finished product is definitely not up to par with other Tarantino scripts, but it was also directed by Tony Scott ("Top Gun's" director and the less-talented brother of the overrated Ridley). One would like to think that the high priest of Quentin would not treat a script that way from a directorial standpoint (as an actor, totally different story).
The awkwardness of Punk stems from when it came out, and my perceived values at the time. Raised in Morton (I was born in a hospital across the river thankfully...P-Town represent), so the conservative nature just made me feel that punk rock nature and anarchy were ridiculous.
When I look back at how I originally viewed "Fight Club", I was definitely into it for the manipulation and charisma of the narrator. And yeah, the concept of fighting just for kicks always entices me. Not the anarchy, especially as a supporter of capitalism. The chaos was clever, but only a few steps above "Jackass".
Of course in 1999, I hadn't grown up, but I don't ever regard myself as materialistic (a side from the bribes my parents gave me for achieving stuff, but that's just being a good son). Perhaps I haven't grown up still. I'm still out to get rid of that sofa problem. Frustration is, I've taken care of the accessories for modern living, I just can't afford to get a place to put it in.
No, I haven't grown up, but I've kept learning. And as someone who likes to learn, I've picked up on how much the world gets fucked up based on principles that have been bastardized. It has annoyed the shit out of me, and I just want things to be put in the right places. Suddenly, the loud noise which directed the poetry that was "Never mind the Bullocks" made sense and Nine Inch Nail was more than just, "Well at least my life isn't one of those songs."
So watching the bits and peaces of Punk meant something to me. The downer ending which just shows the hypocrisy of life sucks, and I almost felt like it's our duty to change it. But again I hadn't grown up, so I just haven't grown beyond pissing people off (hence the lack of a local wrestling career).
Still, I never focused on SLC Punk as a critic, so I might still be missing something. Imagine how that'll kill my self esteem if that's the case.
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HOI Punk Response and Retort
A Response from 309thezine.blogspot.com
"SLC Punk", for me, it was more about growing up and stating the obvious bullshit that young people still deal with (fuck'n Utah man). Yes, punk rock might be poorly represented to the point where you could replace it's elements with Working Class Skinheads, the Seattle Grunge Movement, or Post Modern Fucking Hippies.
And despite it may have been Hollywood-ized, I met enough X-Punks who say it happened.
But like regular people (and more importantly people who want to be the cinema elite) probably didn't know two shits about any real movement, and mid 80's punk (especially in my case) was an unknown. I now know if I want to study punk or understand it, watch IFC's documentary on it, Henry's show ("The Henry Rollins's"), or "American Hardcore".
Two of these things would not have been considered relevant if it wasn't for SLC Punk. You can either say, "Youth Culture killed your scene," or "at least it's being remembered."
And remember that, the point of the blog was that I got to rewatch it to actually call it a good film or just fun shit for me to quote.
SLC Punk was a horrible movie. I felt it a fake Hollywood stylized punk film the way Gleaming the Cube was a skateboard movie. I saw it when it came out in in Sacramento, I had won tickets, and felt I still wanted money back after watching it. If not money, then the travel time and overall time it took from my life watching that piece of shit film. That movie in no way represented punk, punk rock, or punk ideology. It was a crap independent film trying to get a cult following for the blossoming Hot Topic-esque consumer set.
I won't even go into the mentioning of Quentin Tarentino and my 2¢.
"SLC Punk", for me, it was more about growing up and stating the obvious bullshit that young people still deal with (fuck'n Utah man). Yes, punk rock might be poorly represented to the point where you could replace it's elements with Working Class Skinheads, the Seattle Grunge Movement, or Post Modern Fucking Hippies.
And despite it may have been Hollywood-ized, I met enough X-Punks who say it happened.
But like regular people (and more importantly people who want to be the cinema elite) probably didn't know two shits about any real movement, and mid 80's punk (especially in my case) was an unknown. I now know if I want to study punk or understand it, watch IFC's documentary on it, Henry's show ("The Henry Rollins's"), or "American Hardcore".
Two of these things would not have been considered relevant if it wasn't for SLC Punk. You can either say, "Youth Culture killed your scene," or "at least it's being remembered."
And remember that, the point of the blog was that I got to rewatch it to actually call it a good film or just fun shit for me to quote.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Dogs and Cats (and Foster Care Eunuchs) Are for Satire
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It kind of felt like a tough week for me, as I had predicted in the blog "Armed Response" or The Turd Seth Could Not Polish". Monday (Memorial Day), I thought I had a pretty clever joke, but it turned out that many thought it was in the same vein as the jokes that James Gunn had made before being a Marvel Master.
- Is it wrong to suggest spaying/neutering #children in the foster care system as a way of solving future pipulation issues? If it works for #cats and #dogs...
- After finding a spelling error in my last tweet (i and o are next to each other), I realize @realDonaldTrump is just stupid. With those tiny hands, how can he press wrong keys?
- If you want to practice #satire, it might be wise to get an LLC for yourself. That way you can place a "does not reflect" asterisk.
You figure the satire was implied when you suggest something awful with cats and dogsThe rest of the week was all centered around the Eddie Izzard show at the Chase Chicago Theatre, so there was a lot of driving and walking about that makes you feel accomplished and worn. I figured that sleeping through Friday evening and night, I could face anything. An overstaffed check out line at the retailer Saturday morning, my demeanor was good.
And then along came a guest and his dog.
I just picked up dinner at the hotel next door, and do you know what they charge for pets? You better reduce it or waive it or corporate will get blown up in the morning and we are taking our business to...Do you know how much business we can give you? You can fix it.Sir the company owns that hotel is the same and they know the...If trying to handle a guest complaining about a party going on in the room above him during the afternoon and evening (he asked for a late check out, so I doubt a nap was on his agenda) while not expelling the problematic guests when he got back to the hotel at 9:40 pm wasn't going to get me fired, perhaps rejecting management's policy by charging the pet less will. Neither should, but the politics and staffing does not make that result fear worthy.
No. Just change it. I will call corporate.This has nothing to do with corporate. A lower fee...
No. Just change it.A lower fee for smaller rooms.
What? A little extra vacuuming.I will run it up to management again.
You let me know what happens. My room is...
I know your room number.
Entitlement sucks. If we tried to kick out the guests who felt they were entitled to ruin another guest's night because they had paid for the room, we would be on Black Twitter. The only staff that is white works evening (weekends) or night audit. If we try to be the law, we are at risk of our job. That would be the first time I would say, "Lets really research this incident before labeling them Hotel Harold?"
Really, I should not complain about camera phones when you know you are treating assholes the way they deserve to be. If the customer service career is killed, I will either resigned to settling in with the girlfriend or moving abroad. Missouri, Louisiana, Georgia, Kentucky and Ohio seem foreign enough. Only trouble is my writing would have to be totally based on deception. Right wing outlets would be the only ones cool with me.
Entitlement seems to shake its fist the most when children (a party with a shit-ton of kids) or pets are involved. I say, screw population control and just tell people to not be pricks. Treating children like pets might put everything in order.
If you want to throw a party for your kids, $125 a kid. That would have solved one problem last night. It sucks to take away a chance for the poor to feel like they obtained the same status as the guys who get free rooms for being wealthy, but you gotta act like them to keep it. It is a role, not an outlet for expression.
As for neutering children, if you are a bad example, do I want them to follow you?
I am kind of pissed at myself for seemingly letting the dog douche duffel bag (alliteration) of lightly. Because of that, I guess he should be mandated to leave the pup at home. If the puppy was from a shelter, they lack the equipment. Hotels are for breeding motions. Cannot breed, cannot stay. You can quote my better half on that.
Forgot to pick up condoms.The biggest problem with pets is that you expect everyone else to put up with them. If they can clean themselves, maybe I would not be so harsh. Sadly, monkeys throw their poop, so the next step down the rung tells me Fido is not going to bag his own shit.
Fuck YOU!
In the end, maybe that is why you cannot spay or neuter foster children. They can do the things that make them better than puppies. Then again:
Do You Want Unsullied? Because This is How You Get Unsullied!
Up: The Emergence Perpendicular Citizens Brigade
Current mood: drained
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Pixar's "Up" is an inevitable tale of the elderly. The first time we see bloodshed in a family CG film, and we get it from a cute old person. Not only are they using up all of the social security, they are looking to kick our ass. Be it with their four-pronged canes or attack dogs (I'd like to point out that there were no evil [or stupid] cats in this film), they are out to get their way.
Don't trust anyone over 40 never rang so true.
Hopefully, that drew you into this blog about a cute, family friendly film about the bond between like minded explorers regardless of age. Not as daring as "Wall-E" or "Family Guy's" Herbert and Chris relationship, but who needs innovation when you have a well told story...with talking dogs.
Pure bread dogs at that. With the lovable and dimwitted hero pooch Dug, there is either a hidden message about the need to accept everyone or that the meek will actually inherit the Earth. Both views can be seen as optimistic, but I'm hoping its the prior.
But let us get to the elderly conspiracy.
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Pixar's "Up" is an inevitable tale of the elderly. The first time we see bloodshed in a family CG film, and we get it from a cute old person. Not only are they using up all of the social security, they are looking to kick our ass. Be it with their four-pronged canes or attack dogs (I'd like to point out that there were no evil [or stupid] cats in this film), they are out to get their way.
Don't trust anyone over 40 never rang so true.
Hopefully, that drew you into this blog about a cute, family friendly film about the bond between like minded explorers regardless of age. Not as daring as "Wall-E" or "Family Guy's" Herbert and Chris relationship, but who needs innovation when you have a well told story...with talking dogs.
Pure bread dogs at that. With the lovable and dimwitted hero pooch Dug, there is either a hidden message about the need to accept everyone or that the meek will actually inherit the Earth. Both views can be seen as optimistic, but I'm hoping its the prior.
But let us get to the elderly conspiracy.
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 10: Pretty VacAHnt)
I'm looking for someone to provide artwork to make up a movie poster "Main Event of the Dead." I'm looking for something that can feature generic pro wrestlers and zombies along these lines: Fat pro wrestler; Luchador zombie; Canadian stereotype(s); Juggalo; Asian stereotype. Feel free to just submit drafts, I will pay for a worthwhile design.
March 15, 2014
Thank you IHSA basketball from having me focus on the negativity that seemed present in my prior week. Since you are a sport that people consider...or I should say emphasized at important (if you are in the lower class at least), that typical guests book the hotel up come to your events. Lots of adults who need chauffeured to steak houses, and know that gratuity isn't included by their "bosses (assuming the Digital Store employees thought that as they were having me drive around a ice covered North End)". Thus, I do not to deal with kids at the hotels.
Rationalization 29: The American Dream is being a Jester.
Still, I thinks it's kind of funny, I think it's kind of sad (well, not the prior...I was just going for the Tears for Fears reference) that we make such a fuss about sports, to the point that we pay them more than anyone who isn't robbing the 99.5% of the rest of the country. Say what you want about Soviet Russia, but you had to enjoy their attention spans. Chess was a state-sponsored sport and hockey was nothing more than an excuse to show up the West. It wasn't about the money, it was about promoting their superiority.
Shouldn't Americans do that? Shouldn't they encourage nerds in hopes that they will make at least $60,000 a year instead of hoping they get picked up in the NBA draft.
At least that's what they did at Hogwart's. There was no cable market for Quidditch, so how profitable could that have been?
So the powers that be (corporate America which refuses to pay their share in taxes or create American jobs) will only let the lower class excel if they can entertain them. This is the first time I feed ashamed of my wrestling feud with Homeless Pedro. The angle started when I replaced my treacherous valet, Nikki "Pnut" Mayday (watch out Tweek, Keith and Kevin) with a "luchador" and treated him like a slave. I never wanted to get involved with class warfare.
Too bad the friends of the wrestlers (the lower class) who dictated the booking in Peoria called my character racist over it. I would have exploited any struggling wrestler the same if I could. Capitalism seemed like a reasonable fiscal system in 2003. If anything, the luchadors involved would have to be considered the discriminatory parties since they were performing in brown face.
And now I know why Sami Zayn is no longer El Generico. A second generation Syrian French Canadian as a Mexican wouldn't fly despite the WWE has seemingly given up on the Mexican market. I only fear that New York will keep him from the main roster to make sure he doesn't get chatty about the atrocities in his motherland.
The reason I was probably considered to be the bigot in my feud is because the white trash attendees to NGW (and more than likely Sky Pro) shows wanted to think of Homeless Pedro and El Salvador Rojo as a lower class to them. These characters were in the same place as the "fans," but they cannot be their equals...it's the Tazewell Riverfront Way.
The point to putting over my time in Peoria wrestling career (I won't call it professional since there were none involved at that time) is that the lower class maybe willing to play the upper classes game. As a writer and Peoria's only qualified professional wrestler, you can claim I'm guilty of this. My motivation is not about class climbing, but my passions have to play by their rules. Unfortunately, most of them do not have the tools to play. There not LOUD OR VACANT ENOUGH.
Rationalization 30: Value is given to the vacant
Now we can get to the negativity of my week. How I seemingly ceased enjoying things, how people feel that disagreeing with them is attacking them, and that most people are to uptight to understand satire. I guess that may explain how I was eventually phased out of "The Harbinger" staff at Illinois Central College.
Of course, a dependency on moving pictures meant that none of the student body read it anyway. Still, how can you feel like the following tweet was an attack of the right.
And thus, I've never seen an intelligent blog produced by a woman that I want to have sex with. I'm not saying those girls aren't smart, but they don't put thought into what they're saying. It's a waste, but since those with the power know they get attention, it's smart to exploit them.
And Rod Dyrdeck and Daniel Tosh thank you. I'll exclude Chris Hardwick since he doesn't encourage web cams. Get a podcast.
March 22, 2014
Rationalization 31:Nice Guys Honorable Guys Finish Last
I was kind of glad that I was unable to complete the blog last week. Surely I would cool off over a web video by Jenna Marbles about "How Nice Guys Finish Last." This vlog was about how boys who claim that nice guys finish last are just bitter assholes because the girls are with a nice enough guys. Being a guy who was introduced as the "the nicest guys in the world (after he is the most cynical asshole)" constantly sees girls just continue to go to assholes one after another, I felt hurt that some cunt would go to the trouble of trying to empower bad decisions. Nice guys are never given a chance to date girls like her because of her vacancy.
Still, she made a couple of points:
Great, here comes the, Russ just proved he's racist. I just haven't heard any stories about day laborers claiming they were from some other Central or South American country. Too bad it's rude to ask them for documents.
In the end, my inferiority issue comes from all the girls who claim to have found a guy whose just like me. Not even the girls I'm trying to win over, I figure law of averages dictates that a chivalrous guy like myself would win over someone. I know that would be an "again," but the assholes get multiple and immediate "agains."
Note I used the term chivalrous from the term chivalry. I'm honorable, but not nice. And I'm an idiot for getting worked up over something that didn't apply to me. Still, I'm puzzled why someone would advocate to girls that it's okay to keeping dating idiots.
So, I guess that I wasn't over enough to get to the reason why I'm not overly pissed about it anymore in this blog...mankind's constant to feel just about being hateful. Don't worry, I won't allow myself to get over to ignore it in next week's blog. Even if it once again cost me a chance to wrap up...or should I say, box up this blog series conclusion.
March 15, 2014
Thank you IHSA basketball from having me focus on the negativity that seemed present in my prior week. Since you are a sport that people consider...or I should say emphasized at important (if you are in the lower class at least), that typical guests book the hotel up come to your events. Lots of adults who need chauffeured to steak houses, and know that gratuity isn't included by their "bosses (assuming the Digital Store employees thought that as they were having me drive around a ice covered North End)". Thus, I do not to deal with kids at the hotels.
Rationalization 29: The American Dream is being a Jester.
Still, I thinks it's kind of funny, I think it's kind of sad (well, not the prior...I was just going for the Tears for Fears reference) that we make such a fuss about sports, to the point that we pay them more than anyone who isn't robbing the 99.5% of the rest of the country. Say what you want about Soviet Russia, but you had to enjoy their attention spans. Chess was a state-sponsored sport and hockey was nothing more than an excuse to show up the West. It wasn't about the money, it was about promoting their superiority.
Shouldn't Americans do that? Shouldn't they encourage nerds in hopes that they will make at least $60,000 a year instead of hoping they get picked up in the NBA draft.
At least that's what they did at Hogwart's. There was no cable market for Quidditch, so how profitable could that have been?
So the powers that be (corporate America which refuses to pay their share in taxes or create American jobs) will only let the lower class excel if they can entertain them. This is the first time I feed ashamed of my wrestling feud with Homeless Pedro. The angle started when I replaced my treacherous valet, Nikki "Pnut" Mayday (watch out Tweek, Keith and Kevin) with a "luchador" and treated him like a slave. I never wanted to get involved with class warfare.
Too bad the friends of the wrestlers (the lower class) who dictated the booking in Peoria called my character racist over it. I would have exploited any struggling wrestler the same if I could. Capitalism seemed like a reasonable fiscal system in 2003. If anything, the luchadors involved would have to be considered the discriminatory parties since they were performing in brown face.
And now I know why Sami Zayn is no longer El Generico. A second generation Syrian French Canadian as a Mexican wouldn't fly despite the WWE has seemingly given up on the Mexican market. I only fear that New York will keep him from the main roster to make sure he doesn't get chatty about the atrocities in his motherland.
The reason I was probably considered to be the bigot in my feud is because the white trash attendees to NGW (and more than likely Sky Pro) shows wanted to think of Homeless Pedro and El Salvador Rojo as a lower class to them. These characters were in the same place as the "fans," but they cannot be their equals...it's the Tazewell Riverfront Way.
The point to putting over my time in Peoria wrestling career (I won't call it professional since there were none involved at that time) is that the lower class maybe willing to play the upper classes game. As a writer and Peoria's only qualified professional wrestler, you can claim I'm guilty of this. My motivation is not about class climbing, but my passions have to play by their rules. Unfortunately, most of them do not have the tools to play. There not LOUD OR VACANT ENOUGH.
Rationalization 30: Value is given to the vacant
Now we can get to the negativity of my week. How I seemingly ceased enjoying things, how people feel that disagreeing with them is attacking them, and that most people are to uptight to understand satire. I guess that may explain how I was eventually phased out of "The Harbinger" staff at Illinois Central College.
Of course, a dependency on moving pictures meant that none of the student body read it anyway. Still, how can you feel like the following tweet was an attack of the right.
What stupidity are we more tolerant of: the craziness of Florida or the intolerance of Arizona? Maybe retirees shouldn't vote.People do not want to think, so people are encouraged to play towards that. If you do not put much thought behind what you say, but if you find a way to gain attention to get what you say out, then you can be famous. So we give value to the most vacant people.
And thus, I've never seen an intelligent blog produced by a woman that I want to have sex with. I'm not saying those girls aren't smart, but they don't put thought into what they're saying. It's a waste, but since those with the power know they get attention, it's smart to exploit them.
And Rod Dyrdeck and Daniel Tosh thank you. I'll exclude Chris Hardwick since he doesn't encourage web cams. Get a podcast.
March 22, 2014
Rationalization 31:
I was kind of glad that I was unable to complete the blog last week. Surely I would cool off over a web video by Jenna Marbles about "How Nice Guys Finish Last." This vlog was about how boys who claim that nice guys finish last are just bitter assholes because the girls are with a nice enough guys. Being a guy who was introduced as the "the nicest guys in the world (after he is the most cynical asshole)" constantly sees girls just continue to go to assholes one after another, I felt hurt that some cunt would go to the trouble of trying to empower bad decisions. Nice guys are never given a chance to date girls like her because of her vacancy.
Still, she made a couple of points:
- Guys who claim to be nice after a break up NEVER are. I am batting one-for-one in break ups (post junior high), and I know I wasn't a nice guy. They're just wishing schadenfreude on the "formerly" significant if they say that. Hoping someone will treat them worse. Thus, they maybe the worst people.
- A lot of these nice guys aren't attractive to the masochistic girls. My only question is why can't girls just tell the guy that. It's probably the sadistic side of the girls psyche, or it's cheaper to have a adorning slaves than a pickup full of Mexican for manual labor.
Great, here comes the, Russ just proved he's racist. I just haven't heard any stories about day laborers claiming they were from some other Central or South American country. Too bad it's rude to ask them for documents.
In the end, my inferiority issue comes from all the girls who claim to have found a guy whose just like me. Not even the girls I'm trying to win over, I figure law of averages dictates that a chivalrous guy like myself would win over someone. I know that would be an "again," but the assholes get multiple and immediate "agains."
Note I used the term chivalrous from the term chivalry. I'm honorable, but not nice. And I'm an idiot for getting worked up over something that didn't apply to me. Still, I'm puzzled why someone would advocate to girls that it's okay to keeping dating idiots.
So, I guess that I wasn't over enough to get to the reason why I'm not overly pissed about it anymore in this blog...mankind's constant to feel just about being hateful. Don't worry, I won't allow myself to get over to ignore it in next week's blog. Even if it once again cost me a chance to wrap up...or should I say, box up this blog series conclusion.
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