She stared at me with discontent and I felt the blood coarse through my veins like a freight-train on a one-way destination with no worries or no lives to save in the process.
"What the hell is your problem?!" she asked me, but I had no answer. Instead, I stand there, my rage burning and seething directly below the surface, waiting for the opportune moment to snap. "I have no problem" I reply, indifferently. She scoffs at my pathetic attempt to wipe the situation clean from my back and then she proceeds to mock and defile who I am in a series of offensive laughs that make my eyes burn and my face twitch for lack of reason.
I'd fallen in love with this woman years ago and now my love has shifted. It went from her, a 38 year old mother of my children and love of my life to the 14 year old body of my daughter's best-friend. How it happened I'll never truly be able to explain, but one with sight and similar feelings might be able to answer that question for me.
"You're sick!" she tells me. I cannot deny this. I stand there appropriating my gaze to whatever feels least awkward at the moment. "You're a fucking creep!" she yells in my direction. My eyes look up to her now, she openly burns her rage. Mine is down. My rage is at the center and the core of the human infrastructure waiting until someone finally snaps and breaks me open like a glowstick.
I've thought how this moment would go various times throughout my tenure with the girl, but I could never come to a logical conclusion on the subject. Instead, I would play it over in my head and each time my wife would be less angry at me. Now, as I stand her with my pride in my right hand pocket all I can think is that this was far worse than I'd ever expected.
"You dirty, old, fucking loser!" she calls me. I perk up, my cheek twitches and I walk forward. I grab a picture off of the wall without looking at it. "What are you doing now?!" she yells to me. I continue marching toward her as she's backing away. I get her in the corner, lift up with the glass picture frame and let go on her face. I destroy her beauty and I demolish her ability to call me names. I don't quit. The glass is long gone at this point (noted by the amount left in her face) and she lay there still, lifeless.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
influence
the room spun, his body felt heavy. He'd made it up the stairs, though barely. He thought about his actions before they disappeared into oblivion never to see the light of day again. He cringed at the sobriety and welcomed the mental levity the drugs brought him. They were all a smoke-screen to cover up the distant and corrosive past the he refused to acknowledge.
The sad times he referred to them in his more lucid states. Alas, his lucidity never quite lasted long enough to make an impression in his conscious.
For some odd reason or occurrence, he'd went outside to sit on the porch. His eyes hazy, glassy, empty and dull. The drugs are just deeply sobering he'd often repeat. Sobering to see what the world has become without your insolence, maybe.
He closed his eyes as he sat upright and began to drift. His mind went places he didn't want it to and his brain couldn't find one simple place to relax in between any of it. He felt a void rising in him and the man was helpless but to accept what he was given.
Instead, he lay down on his porch and drift away with the evening air.
The sad times he referred to them in his more lucid states. Alas, his lucidity never quite lasted long enough to make an impression in his conscious.
For some odd reason or occurrence, he'd went outside to sit on the porch. His eyes hazy, glassy, empty and dull. The drugs are just deeply sobering he'd often repeat. Sobering to see what the world has become without your insolence, maybe.
He closed his eyes as he sat upright and began to drift. His mind went places he didn't want it to and his brain couldn't find one simple place to relax in between any of it. He felt a void rising in him and the man was helpless but to accept what he was given.
Instead, he lay down on his porch and drift away with the evening air.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
"So are you coming?"
"So are you coming home with me?" he asked her. "Well, I really don't know you. I'm new to town anyways." The man smiled. "Well, my name is Philip, I live about fifteen minutes away in the upper East Side if you go by foot. Also, you made your point- you're new to town, you could probably use a friendly hand." She thought of this momentarily. She'd come out from Washington where she had spent most of her younger years. She'd been staying at a friends home in Poughkeepsie and made the trek to the city to see what she'd been missing out on.
She still stood there, her eyes affixed to Philip's face. She wanted to know if he was a 'good guy' or a 'bad guy' but eventually threw away any ideas that someone would want to hurt her.
"Yes." she said, weakly. Philip smiled. "Okay, well let's go then." The two walked out of the pub and Philip hailed a cab. The weather was cold, the streets were thick with snow and Central Park was a mere fifty paces ahead.
"Where to?" the driver asked the two people. Philip replied with his assumed home address and the Taxi went off into the night.
Old Jazz poured out of the car stereo. Miles Davis to be exact. To be more exact it was the song "Diner Au Motel", a gem. The subtle bebop sounds mixed with the flashing lights and radiating street-lights as the girl stared out the window. She was mesmerized. "New York is the prettiest place you'll ever see during the Winter, Nancy." Nancy didn't reply, not right away anyways. She continued to look out the windows while listening to the trumpet noise and snare drum roll.
Nancy thought herself to be rude and eventually decided to spark up a conversation with the recently met Philip. "So, uh what do you do?" she asked. Philip took himself from his newspaper he found in the back seat and answered her. "I work for an investment firm, boring crap." He made a slight laugh and then he asked her a similar question. "What about you? What do you do? Why're you here?" She looked out the window as she spoke. "Well, I was a teacher. Grade school, mostly. I don't know. I got tired of it. I wanted to experience something else."
He looked at her fondly before conjuring a question. "Well, is this 'something else'?" he asked. "It sure is." she said.
She still stood there, her eyes affixed to Philip's face. She wanted to know if he was a 'good guy' or a 'bad guy' but eventually threw away any ideas that someone would want to hurt her.
"Yes." she said, weakly. Philip smiled. "Okay, well let's go then." The two walked out of the pub and Philip hailed a cab. The weather was cold, the streets were thick with snow and Central Park was a mere fifty paces ahead.
"Where to?" the driver asked the two people. Philip replied with his assumed home address and the Taxi went off into the night.
Old Jazz poured out of the car stereo. Miles Davis to be exact. To be more exact it was the song "Diner Au Motel", a gem. The subtle bebop sounds mixed with the flashing lights and radiating street-lights as the girl stared out the window. She was mesmerized. "New York is the prettiest place you'll ever see during the Winter, Nancy." Nancy didn't reply, not right away anyways. She continued to look out the windows while listening to the trumpet noise and snare drum roll.
Nancy thought herself to be rude and eventually decided to spark up a conversation with the recently met Philip. "So, uh what do you do?" she asked. Philip took himself from his newspaper he found in the back seat and answered her. "I work for an investment firm, boring crap." He made a slight laugh and then he asked her a similar question. "What about you? What do you do? Why're you here?" She looked out the window as she spoke. "Well, I was a teacher. Grade school, mostly. I don't know. I got tired of it. I wanted to experience something else."
He looked at her fondly before conjuring a question. "Well, is this 'something else'?" he asked. "It sure is." she said.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sometimes life isn't so terrible
I had a dream last night, well- to be honest it was a wet-dream, but let's not allow that to deter the meaning of the dream.
The dream had a girl from my past in it, but not a girlfriend- not even a girl from this state or coast.
It was interesting.
Then I woke up this morning and for some reason I feel good. I mean sure, I made cumsies, but I feel actually- worry-free. Christ knows it'll only last about a day or two, but it's worth it.
I just feel like, maybe life isn't so terrible after all.
This time last year I was in one of the three worst places of my life (number two was following the NY trip last summer and the other was a LONGGGGGGG time ago). I'd all but cheated on Christina, I was broke, I felt alone... now, I think I've come a long way.
You all got some potential for a wet dream and a happy day. use it.
The dream had a girl from my past in it, but not a girlfriend- not even a girl from this state or coast.
It was interesting.
Then I woke up this morning and for some reason I feel good. I mean sure, I made cumsies, but I feel actually- worry-free. Christ knows it'll only last about a day or two, but it's worth it.
I just feel like, maybe life isn't so terrible after all.
This time last year I was in one of the three worst places of my life (number two was following the NY trip last summer and the other was a LONGGGGGGG time ago). I'd all but cheated on Christina, I was broke, I felt alone... now, I think I've come a long way.
You all got some potential for a wet dream and a happy day. use it.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Things (Possibly) To Come
It's been a while!
Uhhhhhh.
Horrible audio quality!
Just download and listen!
http://rapidshare.com/files/183904821/Things__possibly__to_come.mp3.html
Skylightaftersilence@gmail.com
Uhhhhhh.
Horrible audio quality!
Just download and listen!
http://rapidshare.com/files/183904821/Things__possibly__to_come.mp3.html
Skylightaftersilence@gmail.com
Friday, January 2, 2009
Pain
right now, it's 3:39 AM on January 2nd, 2009.
Kimya Dawson roams through my head and for the first time I can say that I wish it would stop.
I've predicated much on who I am based on 'things I've learned' which is really 'my fuckups and mistakes'. I grew up after I ruined a relationship with (probably) one of the most amazing people I've ever known.
I thought I grew up at least.
Instead, I run from my fucking problems. I pretend they don't exist and I forget about them until it's completely necessary to address them.
What does Kimya Dawson have to do with this? Easy. Juno.
Juno was one of the last times I recall really having fun. I went and saw it with Christina (my ex-girlfriend) and a mere few weeks later- we broke up.
People have asked me and I've answered truthfully- but without much of any real answer. I'd say:
1. We broke up because I was/am a bad boyfriend and I know it.
(statement is true, but it's not why we broke up, to me at least)
2. I just stopped caring.
(I've thought about this many times. I never stopped caring, I just stopped wanting to care.)
3. I fucked things up
(also true)
Truthfully- I was unfaithful to my dear ex-girlfriend. She put up with my shit for almost a year, something no person should ever have to do. She dealt with my angry fits, my over-opinionated rants and my general snideness for longer than she should've... because she loved me.
My emotions have (and will always be) the least controllable thing to me. I can control myself occasionally but I over-react, act before think and usually just say the worst things. She still put up with that and gave me her heart. What did I do? I got nude pictures from girls in other states (as well as my own town) while we were dating.
Me? fuck me man.
I'm being honest.
I'm the worst person I know.
- Josh.
Kimya Dawson roams through my head and for the first time I can say that I wish it would stop.
I've predicated much on who I am based on 'things I've learned' which is really 'my fuckups and mistakes'. I grew up after I ruined a relationship with (probably) one of the most amazing people I've ever known.
I thought I grew up at least.
Instead, I run from my fucking problems. I pretend they don't exist and I forget about them until it's completely necessary to address them.
What does Kimya Dawson have to do with this? Easy. Juno.
Juno was one of the last times I recall really having fun. I went and saw it with Christina (my ex-girlfriend) and a mere few weeks later- we broke up.
People have asked me and I've answered truthfully- but without much of any real answer. I'd say:
1. We broke up because I was/am a bad boyfriend and I know it.
(statement is true, but it's not why we broke up, to me at least)
2. I just stopped caring.
(I've thought about this many times. I never stopped caring, I just stopped wanting to care.)
3. I fucked things up
(also true)
Truthfully- I was unfaithful to my dear ex-girlfriend. She put up with my shit for almost a year, something no person should ever have to do. She dealt with my angry fits, my over-opinionated rants and my general snideness for longer than she should've... because she loved me.
My emotions have (and will always be) the least controllable thing to me. I can control myself occasionally but I over-react, act before think and usually just say the worst things. She still put up with that and gave me her heart. What did I do? I got nude pictures from girls in other states (as well as my own town) while we were dating.
Me? fuck me man.
I'm being honest.
I'm the worst person I know.
- Josh.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
How I Ruined Christmas
Christmas time with my family is a bad dig. It's pretty horrible for my grandmother who constantly misses my uncle (who offed himself a few years back) so things get tense from the second week of December to the New Year. It's because of this (as well as the same thing with my mother) that I've pretty much stopped celebrating Christmas altogether.
I figured that since Alcoholism, Manic Depressive nature and Bi-Polar disorder run in my family, that I'd separate myself from the grief that they allow themselves to be overcome with during this season by distancing myself from the holiday.
As I mentioned, Manic Depression and Bi-Polar run in my family (though, certain members like my grandmother want people to pity her) and it makes for a tense household that I avoid by staying in my room and going to work.
Why that is important will be learned in the rest of this story.
A few weeks back I decided that I'd buy a 360 to help cope with the insane amounts of boredom that I feel during the winter.
I kept telling my grandparents that I planned on buying it and in their nearly-constant-drunken-states they'd tell me to wait until 'Christmas was over' so I could find a better deal... but, I'm an impulse buyer and I'm not one to not buy a product because of a $5 - $10 increase.
Like most suggestions they give me, I put it behind me and just quietly go about my day with my plan still in progress.
Well, my plan was to buy the 'Elite' bundle from Amazon.com on Tuesday after I got paid (I had enough money in my account to cover it initially, but I didn't want my balance to near zero) and when Tuesday morning came... shit hit the fan.
My grandparents kept telling me the same, dumb shit over and over again. 'Wait til' Christmas is over, then you'll get a better deal!" and I didn't really give a shit at the time, to be honest. I got paid and I put my order in at Amazon.com and not five minutes later my grandpa comes into my room and shuts the door.
'Okay, now you fucking listen.' he said, which is always a great way to start talking to another human, regardless of relation or not. He proceeded to tell me not to buy it and that my aunt and uncle 'Went to a Christmas Auction' and bought me a used one. I told him that I was buying a new one and that I didn't need my family to think that I was some fucking kid who wants and needs handouts when I have a job and my own money.
It's completely true! I planned on buying it myself because I know that my grandparents don't really have the money. If I were living back in AZ, it'd be different, (even though I have another xbox out that way that my mom hasn't sent me for whatever reason... I think she does it to see if I'll ever come back out there) and I don't mind! I'm a fairly simple creature as long as I'm left alone and no one bothers me.
Well, my grandfather listens to me, scoffs and walks away- slamming the door calling me an 'asshole'. Three minutes later, my grandmother comes in with a brown box and I see the label through her tears... a new fucking 360 Elite, the same I planned on buying from Amazon. I nearly shit myself. I instantly go from being insanely pissed off to 'holy fuck, I'm the worst child ever.', she screams something I can't remember, leaves the package and slams my door on her way out (they love slamming my door, I think).
I sit there, listen to the song 'Hard Work' by Paul Baribeau and gather my thoughts. I leave my bedroom and walk to the kitchen where my grandmother continues screaming stuff at me that I don't remember, except for her (in her manic-depressive, bi-polar, alcohol induced state) yelling 'YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS! WE JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU!!!" and I leave her to ferment. During the rest of the day she continues telling me how I never complain, I keep to myself and all of this stuff while I keep reminding myself that I ruined Christmas for them. They wanted to do something nice and instead I shit on it.
I told her to take it, wrap it and wait until Christmas to give it to me. She keeps going 'NO!" like a kid until I somehow convince her that I refuse to touch it unless it's wrapped and under the tree.
Three days later (today) she's still bummed and pissed off at me.
I don't know, I feel horrible... but at the same time I'm not.
I feel bad because she seems to care so much, but it's not like 'it came from Santa' (a quote from Sam, yes, I stole it).
Who knows.
I manage to ruin everything else... why not Christmas?
Cheers, I guess.
- Josh
(oh, new myspace btw: myspace.com/gimmesomesoul)
I figured that since Alcoholism, Manic Depressive nature and Bi-Polar disorder run in my family, that I'd separate myself from the grief that they allow themselves to be overcome with during this season by distancing myself from the holiday.
As I mentioned, Manic Depression and Bi-Polar run in my family (though, certain members like my grandmother want people to pity her) and it makes for a tense household that I avoid by staying in my room and going to work.
Why that is important will be learned in the rest of this story.
A few weeks back I decided that I'd buy a 360 to help cope with the insane amounts of boredom that I feel during the winter.
I kept telling my grandparents that I planned on buying it and in their nearly-constant-drunken-states they'd tell me to wait until 'Christmas was over' so I could find a better deal... but, I'm an impulse buyer and I'm not one to not buy a product because of a $5 - $10 increase.
Like most suggestions they give me, I put it behind me and just quietly go about my day with my plan still in progress.
Well, my plan was to buy the 'Elite' bundle from Amazon.com on Tuesday after I got paid (I had enough money in my account to cover it initially, but I didn't want my balance to near zero) and when Tuesday morning came... shit hit the fan.
My grandparents kept telling me the same, dumb shit over and over again. 'Wait til' Christmas is over, then you'll get a better deal!" and I didn't really give a shit at the time, to be honest. I got paid and I put my order in at Amazon.com and not five minutes later my grandpa comes into my room and shuts the door.
'Okay, now you fucking listen.' he said, which is always a great way to start talking to another human, regardless of relation or not. He proceeded to tell me not to buy it and that my aunt and uncle 'Went to a Christmas Auction' and bought me a used one. I told him that I was buying a new one and that I didn't need my family to think that I was some fucking kid who wants and needs handouts when I have a job and my own money.
It's completely true! I planned on buying it myself because I know that my grandparents don't really have the money. If I were living back in AZ, it'd be different, (even though I have another xbox out that way that my mom hasn't sent me for whatever reason... I think she does it to see if I'll ever come back out there) and I don't mind! I'm a fairly simple creature as long as I'm left alone and no one bothers me.
Well, my grandfather listens to me, scoffs and walks away- slamming the door calling me an 'asshole'. Three minutes later, my grandmother comes in with a brown box and I see the label through her tears... a new fucking 360 Elite, the same I planned on buying from Amazon. I nearly shit myself. I instantly go from being insanely pissed off to 'holy fuck, I'm the worst child ever.', she screams something I can't remember, leaves the package and slams my door on her way out (they love slamming my door, I think).
I sit there, listen to the song 'Hard Work' by Paul Baribeau and gather my thoughts. I leave my bedroom and walk to the kitchen where my grandmother continues screaming stuff at me that I don't remember, except for her (in her manic-depressive, bi-polar, alcohol induced state) yelling 'YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS! WE JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU!!!" and I leave her to ferment. During the rest of the day she continues telling me how I never complain, I keep to myself and all of this stuff while I keep reminding myself that I ruined Christmas for them. They wanted to do something nice and instead I shit on it.
I told her to take it, wrap it and wait until Christmas to give it to me. She keeps going 'NO!" like a kid until I somehow convince her that I refuse to touch it unless it's wrapped and under the tree.
Three days later (today) she's still bummed and pissed off at me.
I don't know, I feel horrible... but at the same time I'm not.
I feel bad because she seems to care so much, but it's not like 'it came from Santa' (a quote from Sam, yes, I stole it).
Who knows.
I manage to ruin everything else... why not Christmas?
Cheers, I guess.
- Josh
(oh, new myspace btw: myspace.com/gimmesomesoul)
So what and what else
Good morning world!
Well, sorta.
Fuck knows when you're reading this.
I've kinda been working all the time and just doing school junk.
To be honest- it's been less of school and more of work (52 hours in the past two weeks), horray for minimum wage!!!
I haven't really had the opportunity or the chance or the asking to hang out with friends lately. I hang out with Fro, Sam and Charlie once in a great while, but that's about it. In fact, here are some photos we took when we had fun with a mac at Best Buy:
(They'll probably need to be clicked so you can see all of the image)
That's pretty much it, haha.
I'm kind of writing something right now. Something I feel more connected with than my previous stuff, but I still want to keep writing on my 'Losing Your Mind...' stuff.
who knows.
Cheers!
Well, sorta.
Fuck knows when you're reading this.
I've kinda been working all the time and just doing school junk.
To be honest- it's been less of school and more of work (52 hours in the past two weeks), horray for minimum wage!!!
I haven't really had the opportunity or the chance or the asking to hang out with friends lately. I hang out with Fro, Sam and Charlie once in a great while, but that's about it. In fact, here are some photos we took when we had fun with a mac at Best Buy:
(They'll probably need to be clicked so you can see all of the image)
That's pretty much it, haha.
I'm kind of writing something right now. Something I feel more connected with than my previous stuff, but I still want to keep writing on my 'Losing Your Mind...' stuff.
who knows.
Cheers!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Ready To Lose It
As of now, I am still livid.
Though I'm usually a cantankerous person by nature, the events of today have respired my anger.
I was over the by the large fryer today at work when I saw a one Nathan Mears. If some of you have forgotten Nathan, he is the fellow who impersonated a police officer and assaulted me at the park back in summer.
Since then I've seen him occasionally in town (you can't really evade it living in such a small town) and I've usually thought very little of it. I consider the past to be the past as should he.
Well, I saw him staring at me today. I didn't care, but Ant noticed it as well and he's like "Dude, he's probably trying to fuck with you.", I ignored him, I went about my business. He was STILL THERE after about three minutes and I got a little more paranoid. During this period, I see him motioning and speaking to my shift-manager, who (after about 5 seconds) yells back to me "Josh! I need you to go wash your hands and change your gloves." At first, I was confused, but then I realized that I had used my forearm to brush my hair out of my face. I didn't care, but a little later on, I asked Michelle if he (Nate) complained about me brushing my hair out of my face and she said yes. Apparently he told her that I was "rubbing my face", which- what a fucking tool. I wished I had jumped over the fucking counter and (tried) to beat the shit out of him.
1. I know that's VERY insanitary and I'm a hardcore clean freak.
2. Can he not culminate a sentence into anything larger than "rubbing his face?"
I was PISSED. Later on, I was talking to Anthony and I told him "Next time Nathan comes in here and complains about me, I'm losing my job because I'm going after him." and I will. I had him fucking arrested and this is his revenge, getting to me at work.
I willing (barely) to lose my job over some fucking asshole who has a personal vendetta.
- Josh.
Though I'm usually a cantankerous person by nature, the events of today have respired my anger.
I was over the by the large fryer today at work when I saw a one Nathan Mears. If some of you have forgotten Nathan, he is the fellow who impersonated a police officer and assaulted me at the park back in summer.
Since then I've seen him occasionally in town (you can't really evade it living in such a small town) and I've usually thought very little of it. I consider the past to be the past as should he.
Well, I saw him staring at me today. I didn't care, but Ant noticed it as well and he's like "Dude, he's probably trying to fuck with you.", I ignored him, I went about my business. He was STILL THERE after about three minutes and I got a little more paranoid. During this period, I see him motioning and speaking to my shift-manager, who (after about 5 seconds) yells back to me "Josh! I need you to go wash your hands and change your gloves." At first, I was confused, but then I realized that I had used my forearm to brush my hair out of my face. I didn't care, but a little later on, I asked Michelle if he (Nate) complained about me brushing my hair out of my face and she said yes. Apparently he told her that I was "rubbing my face", which- what a fucking tool. I wished I had jumped over the fucking counter and (tried) to beat the shit out of him.
1. I know that's VERY insanitary and I'm a hardcore clean freak.
2. Can he not culminate a sentence into anything larger than "rubbing his face?"
I was PISSED. Later on, I was talking to Anthony and I told him "Next time Nathan comes in here and complains about me, I'm losing my job because I'm going after him." and I will. I had him fucking arrested and this is his revenge, getting to me at work.
I willing (barely) to lose my job over some fucking asshole who has a personal vendetta.
- Josh.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
How the hell?
I'm curious about something.
I've noticed that every time I stay at ANY ONES house, the following morning- I'm covered in hair.
I'm not sure why.
Given, more often than not whenever I stay at someones I'm intoxicated, so I can't honestly say that I know what the fuck I'm doing.
Like, last night at Monica's place (skipping the part where I spilled two full glasses of beer) my clothing was hairless when I went to sleep. The following morning, I found an immense amount of fuzzy things and little hairs all over myself. Monica doesn't even have an animal!
Like, if you had a dog or a cat or something, then I'd understand, but it seems like I have a hair gravitational force field on me that attracts every hair in any outlying vicinity.
It's not a big deal, but in the morning it usually makes me go "what the fuck did I do?"
Oh- I'm 18 today. Cheers.
- Josh.
I've noticed that every time I stay at ANY ONES house, the following morning- I'm covered in hair.
I'm not sure why.
Given, more often than not whenever I stay at someones I'm intoxicated, so I can't honestly say that I know what the fuck I'm doing.
Like, last night at Monica's place (skipping the part where I spilled two full glasses of beer) my clothing was hairless when I went to sleep. The following morning, I found an immense amount of fuzzy things and little hairs all over myself. Monica doesn't even have an animal!
Like, if you had a dog or a cat or something, then I'd understand, but it seems like I have a hair gravitational force field on me that attracts every hair in any outlying vicinity.
It's not a big deal, but in the morning it usually makes me go "what the fuck did I do?"
Oh- I'm 18 today. Cheers.
- Josh.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Remember Before They Changed!
People change
relationships, ideas and people dissolve and form themselves into something unrecognizable.
You have to remain the same distance at all time.
Keep your head up
Keep your eyes down
Don't let yourself change because someone else has
You are change
You inspire change
You create change
You end indifference with your walk
Don't let their dissolutions and do your best to recall the memories of your friends and hope that they remember you just the same.
Do your best to stay different while still showing you can love one another.
- Josh.
It's been fun guys.
relationships, ideas and people dissolve and form themselves into something unrecognizable.
You have to remain the same distance at all time.
Keep your head up
Keep your eyes down
Don't let yourself change because someone else has
You are change
You inspire change
You create change
You end indifference with your walk
Don't let their dissolutions and do your best to recall the memories of your friends and hope that they remember you just the same.
Do your best to stay different while still showing you can love one another.
- Josh.
It's been fun guys.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Lost will end in riots.
A lot of people who either read my blog or know me personally know that I am a fan of the television show LOST. The unique way of storytelling, pseudo-noir and mystery captivate me as well as the wonderful cast of characters who are all different and well written.
Probable spoilers for those who haven't watched seasons 1 - 4.
Lately I've heard criticism of the show that just dumbfound me. Someone went "The show is stupid, those numbers are dumb and they move the island? it's retarded", I wanted to cut a bitch. I believe that this same person is also a Stargate fan... which.... yeah, you can suck my fl acid white dick.
The show is intently written so oddly and so discombobulated because the show is less of a show and more of an existential experience. If you watch the show then you might know what I mean, there are hardly (or possibly never?) shows that captivate audiences the way that Lost does.
If you can follow the show, then odds are- you'll like it. There is a character for everyone and anyone and it blends a nice amount of realism with science fiction and fantasy at the same time while still incorporating questions upon questions that you want answers to, but you know that you're not getting them for at least two more weeks.
I watch A LOT of television (only due to my little buddy named TiVo) and I can honestly say that there are three shows that I like as much as this; Weeds, Dexter and Californication (all of those happen to be on Showtime).
The show is set to wrap up after two more seasons (season 5 premieres on January 21st) and it's impossible for me to think that they can really end the show. I mean, I welcome the end to happen because everything should only run it's course before it gets tired and weak (Ala the last two seasons of The X-Files).
I honestly believe that they show will end with a riot from people. Not a riot in the show (maybe?) but actual people. If there are enough angry geeks like myself who get pissed off at the end, I believe there will be a (small) riot in which copies of The Stand are ripped up and people pray to Alan Moore statues while cursing J.J. Abrams loudly. I do have confidence in the producers and writers though, so we shall wait and see.
Are you a Lost fan? Predictions? Criticisms?
Like Stargate? ...Eat dick.
- Josh.
Probable spoilers for those who haven't watched seasons 1 - 4.Lately I've heard criticism of the show that just dumbfound me. Someone went "The show is stupid, those numbers are dumb and they move the island? it's retarded", I wanted to cut a bitch. I believe that this same person is also a Stargate fan... which.... yeah, you can suck my fl acid white dick.
The show is intently written so oddly and so discombobulated because the show is less of a show and more of an existential experience. If you watch the show then you might know what I mean, there are hardly (or possibly never?) shows that captivate audiences the way that Lost does.
If you can follow the show, then odds are- you'll like it. There is a character for everyone and anyone and it blends a nice amount of realism with science fiction and fantasy at the same time while still incorporating questions upon questions that you want answers to, but you know that you're not getting them for at least two more weeks.
I watch A LOT of television (only due to my little buddy named TiVo) and I can honestly say that there are three shows that I like as much as this; Weeds, Dexter and Californication (all of those happen to be on Showtime).
The show is set to wrap up after two more seasons (season 5 premieres on January 21st) and it's impossible for me to think that they can really end the show. I mean, I welcome the end to happen because everything should only run it's course before it gets tired and weak (Ala the last two seasons of The X-Files).
I honestly believe that they show will end with a riot from people. Not a riot in the show (maybe?) but actual people. If there are enough angry geeks like myself who get pissed off at the end, I believe there will be a (small) riot in which copies of The Stand are ripped up and people pray to Alan Moore statues while cursing J.J. Abrams loudly. I do have confidence in the producers and writers though, so we shall wait and see.
Are you a Lost fan? Predictions? Criticisms?
Like Stargate? ...Eat dick.
- Josh.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Evolution Of A Nickname
Everyone has a nickname or two. These can be inside-joke nicknames, nicknames to identify a person with a common name, or something else completely.
My friend Charlie (who has been mentioned on here quite a bit) has had an evolving nickname pattern since mid-summer.
One night when we were drinking he came out and said that his last name backwards was Semen. For those of you who are following... you would realize that he made a grave mistake in telling immature teenagers (and Fro) that your last name is Semen backwards.
So, many people started referring to him as Semen or Charlie Semen, my fault.
Well, one day when Fro and I went to Charlies house for a bike ride and his mom referred to him as Chuck.
This means I had more to work with.
I slowly spread it around that his name was Chuck Semen, something only I found funny, I think.
Somehow, I heard different incarnations from different people who had different versions of his nickname:
Chuck-a-nut
Chuck Widmore (LOST reference, nooch)
Charlie Balls
Semen Chucker
All of those are pretty dumb, but I'm proud that I have evolved a simple nickname into a progressively growing language. It's like SimCity, really. You start small and eventually it grows into it's own environment.
Soon, I want a language and a cult to sprout from a simple nickname. People start speaking semeniese and worshiping Charlie's Quake 3 account.
Either way, good times.
- Josh
My friend Charlie (who has been mentioned on here quite a bit) has had an evolving nickname pattern since mid-summer.
One night when we were drinking he came out and said that his last name backwards was Semen. For those of you who are following... you would realize that he made a grave mistake in telling immature teenagers (and Fro) that your last name is Semen backwards.
So, many people started referring to him as Semen or Charlie Semen, my fault.
Well, one day when Fro and I went to Charlies house for a bike ride and his mom referred to him as Chuck.
This means I had more to work with.
I slowly spread it around that his name was Chuck Semen, something only I found funny, I think.
Somehow, I heard different incarnations from different people who had different versions of his nickname:
Chuck-a-nut
Chuck Widmore (LOST reference, nooch)
Charlie Balls
Semen Chucker
All of those are pretty dumb, but I'm proud that I have evolved a simple nickname into a progressively growing language. It's like SimCity, really. You start small and eventually it grows into it's own environment.
Soon, I want a language and a cult to sprout from a simple nickname. People start speaking semeniese and worshiping Charlie's Quake 3 account.
Either way, good times.
- Josh
Saturday, November 15, 2008
'Half of New York City is dead"
Good day!
Less than ten minutes ago, I finished "The Watchmen" by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons.
It is widely considered to be the pinnacle of Comic Books and Graphic Novels in the world, as it represents humanity in a dying age.
Truly the book is much more than a graphic novel or a simple comic book, it's a novel with pictures. Alan Moore (eccentric as he may be) is one of the best (and my second favorite) comic book writers that have ever lived (my first favorite being Sin City mastermind, Frank Miller).
It's impossible to describe the book without you actually reading it. Comics have gotten a bad rap of the past few years and I've been told to "grow up" after someone saw me with my copy of "The Watchmen", but they don't understand... comic books are just as much as an art form as movies, music or regular novels and The Watchmen is complete and utter proof of that.
It's not some difficult-to-follow short series inside of a larger series, The Watchmen is in it's own fucking world. They call out superheros as being superheros in some type of pseudo-fourth-wall breaking type thing. One of the characters, Nite Owl claims that he was a fan of the Superman comics and by doing this alone, The Watchmen create their OWN world. A world without people with insane powers given at birth.
The book is truly about humanity. The characters are so intensely written that you find yourself missing their presence and recalling certain deaths after the book is over. I've had it for over two years now, but with the new Watchmen movie coming in 2009 (directed by the great Zack Snyder) I figured I'd finally read it, and it's a worthwhile read.
So, put down your shitty "Twilight" novels and read something made of art.
- Josh.
Less than ten minutes ago, I finished "The Watchmen" by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons.
It is widely considered to be the pinnacle of Comic Books and Graphic Novels in the world, as it represents humanity in a dying age.
Truly the book is much more than a graphic novel or a simple comic book, it's a novel with pictures. Alan Moore (eccentric as he may be) is one of the best (and my second favorite) comic book writers that have ever lived (my first favorite being Sin City mastermind, Frank Miller).
It's impossible to describe the book without you actually reading it. Comics have gotten a bad rap of the past few years and I've been told to "grow up" after someone saw me with my copy of "The Watchmen", but they don't understand... comic books are just as much as an art form as movies, music or regular novels and The Watchmen is complete and utter proof of that.
It's not some difficult-to-follow short series inside of a larger series, The Watchmen is in it's own fucking world. They call out superheros as being superheros in some type of pseudo-fourth-wall breaking type thing. One of the characters, Nite Owl claims that he was a fan of the Superman comics and by doing this alone, The Watchmen create their OWN world. A world without people with insane powers given at birth.
The book is truly about humanity. The characters are so intensely written that you find yourself missing their presence and recalling certain deaths after the book is over. I've had it for over two years now, but with the new Watchmen movie coming in 2009 (directed by the great Zack Snyder) I figured I'd finally read it, and it's a worthwhile read.
So, put down your shitty "Twilight" novels and read something made of art.
- Josh.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Dick In Your Pants
There seems to be an odd bias of the ever-so-prominent, dirty little word called 'abortion'. Both sides are completely fucked and view the other as ignorant and stupid.
Pro-choicers look at the pro-lifers as baby killers and psychopaths.
Pro-lifers look at the pro-choicers are morons and religious zealots.
I'm pro-choice, but before you go "WOO!" or "Fucking baby killer" you should hear me out.
It IS murder, I will never argue otherwise and I also agree that bringing life into this world is a beautiful thing that one should treasure... but let's face it, some people shouldn't have, be allowed to have, or need children.
Some pro-lifers would say "She can just give it up for adoption!", but are they aware of how undercared for those children would be with an adoption agency and if you gave the baby away to a perfectly loving family, that girl would still have to live her entire life knowing what she did, conversely... she could've just not gotten knocked up. Then again, what if that child were a product of rape and she wanted to KEEP the child? that baby (and eventually person) would be a constant and consistent reminder of the rape she endured.
Both sides are fucking dumb as far as I'm concerned. Both sides overly-simplify the subject. Both sides are full of kooks and morons.
I'm pro-choice because unless it's my vagina or the girl (yeah, laugh, we know, I'm a girlfriendless loser) that I impregnate... I have no say. Say for instance I had a girlfriend (laugh again, I know you want to) and she got pregnant (yes, yes, me having sex with something other than a glove and a sock, funny) and it came down to MY decision... I'd probably want it aborted. Look around man, this world is fucked. I'm a burger boy at McDonalds, I have no right to bring a child into this world right now.
Guys: Keep your dick in your pants and shut the fuck up
Girls: Keep his dick away from your 'Gummy hole' and don't listen to your pastor, it's your body.
Also, an interesting story that probably influenced this minute post:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2008/nov/12/child-protection-crime-baby-p
Pro-choicers look at the pro-lifers as baby killers and psychopaths.
Pro-lifers look at the pro-choicers are morons and religious zealots.
I'm pro-choice, but before you go "WOO!" or "Fucking baby killer" you should hear me out.
It IS murder, I will never argue otherwise and I also agree that bringing life into this world is a beautiful thing that one should treasure... but let's face it, some people shouldn't have, be allowed to have, or need children.
Some pro-lifers would say "She can just give it up for adoption!", but are they aware of how undercared for those children would be with an adoption agency and if you gave the baby away to a perfectly loving family, that girl would still have to live her entire life knowing what she did, conversely... she could've just not gotten knocked up. Then again, what if that child were a product of rape and she wanted to KEEP the child? that baby (and eventually person) would be a constant and consistent reminder of the rape she endured.
Both sides are fucking dumb as far as I'm concerned. Both sides overly-simplify the subject. Both sides are full of kooks and morons.
I'm pro-choice because unless it's my vagina or the girl (yeah, laugh, we know, I'm a girlfriendless loser) that I impregnate... I have no say. Say for instance I had a girlfriend (laugh again, I know you want to) and she got pregnant (yes, yes, me having sex with something other than a glove and a sock, funny) and it came down to MY decision... I'd probably want it aborted. Look around man, this world is fucked. I'm a burger boy at McDonalds, I have no right to bring a child into this world right now.
Guys: Keep your dick in your pants and shut the fuck up
Girls: Keep his dick away from your 'Gummy hole' and don't listen to your pastor, it's your body.
Also, an interesting story that probably influenced this minute post:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2008/nov/12/child-protection-crime-baby-p
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Dish Bitch
It's been quite a while since I've went without sleep this long.
Sunday night I went to a show in Pittsburgh (That post should be up sometime this week) with George, Joe and Monica. I got home around 1:30 AM or so and didn't fall asleep until 6:30 AM when I had to wake up at 8:00 AM to call up a few teachers and do some schoolwork.
So I was REALLY looking forward to sleeping last night. It was something I was really anticipating. I needed some rest, I hadn't really slept all weekend and so last night I was gonna sleep from like 10:oo PM till 8:00 AM, something I haven't done in years, gotten a full nights rest.
Well... around 7:30 last night I got a call from McDonald's.
"Hey Joshua, you were supposed to work. Today, why didn't you come in?"
"I was?"
"Yeah we have you down as a no-show."
"No one told me. No one gave me my uniform, no one told me where the schedule was, nothing."
I had been there Saturday evening for the computer training part that made me want to stick my head in the deep-fryer. After I had finished the computer section I asked the new shift-manager (I was there for like 4 hours, so there was a different manager than when I got there) I asked her if there was anything else I needed to do, she asked what time I was supposed to leave, I told her Seven and she told me to go. She didn't bother telling me that they had my uniforms or that I should check the schedule (that barely knew existed.)
I didn't mind coming in though, that's the thing. I was just COMPLETELY unprepared. My head was so fucked, I was hungover, I couldn't (and still can't) hear out of my right ear and I was shaking for some reason.
I told my grandma I was going in and that I didn't know I had work and she went "well they can't walk you through hand and foot." It's not really walking me through hand and foot if NO ONE DOES THEIR FUCKING JOB TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO OR WHERE I CAN FIND ANYTHING.
I walked in the chilly weather to McDonald's in my usual attire (Shorts, flip-flops and t-shirt), I get my uniform and change. Jesus... Christ... I look/looked like a total twat. I had to tuck my hair behind my ears so now I just look like a fucking tool.
Michelle thanks me for coming in and tells me that it's hellish tonight because they have some inspection tomorrow and that's the only reason I wouldn't be working the grill tonight.
Most of the night I just clean under all of the machines and under the ice chest I found the most-shocking shit I'd ever seen since I saw Fro's ballsack on the NY train. Paper was just greased and stuck to the ground beneath the ice machine and it took fifteen minutes with a giant scrub brush to get it up.
Around 10ish I start doing dishes, somehow... I end up doing ALL of the dishes in the entire joint. I clean old mustard and ketchup, grease-soaked salt, chicken nuggets that had seen 'the shit' and many other things I'd prefer to block out as if I were raped by a family-member that night.
Michelle, Jesse and I end up leaving around 1 in the morning as I'm finishing dish duty.
Before I left Michelle said "If there weren't an inspection tomorrow you'd be on Grill tonight and we'd have Jesse showing you how to do stuff." and Jesse went "Yeah, don't feel bad, my entire first week here I was dish bitch too."
After I got home I took two showers and fell asleep around 2:30 AM. I'm still tired as hell now and I now find out that I've lost my ID and my Social Security card so that's kind a to-do, and I've gotta go check my schedule as well as get this bio report done. Fuck me, right?
- Josh.
Sunday night I went to a show in Pittsburgh (That post should be up sometime this week) with George, Joe and Monica. I got home around 1:30 AM or so and didn't fall asleep until 6:30 AM when I had to wake up at 8:00 AM to call up a few teachers and do some schoolwork.
So I was REALLY looking forward to sleeping last night. It was something I was really anticipating. I needed some rest, I hadn't really slept all weekend and so last night I was gonna sleep from like 10:oo PM till 8:00 AM, something I haven't done in years, gotten a full nights rest.
Well... around 7:30 last night I got a call from McDonald's.
"Hey Joshua, you were supposed to work. Today, why didn't you come in?"
"I was?"
"Yeah we have you down as a no-show."
"No one told me. No one gave me my uniform, no one told me where the schedule was, nothing."
I had been there Saturday evening for the computer training part that made me want to stick my head in the deep-fryer. After I had finished the computer section I asked the new shift-manager (I was there for like 4 hours, so there was a different manager than when I got there) I asked her if there was anything else I needed to do, she asked what time I was supposed to leave, I told her Seven and she told me to go. She didn't bother telling me that they had my uniforms or that I should check the schedule (that barely knew existed.)
I didn't mind coming in though, that's the thing. I was just COMPLETELY unprepared. My head was so fucked, I was hungover, I couldn't (and still can't) hear out of my right ear and I was shaking for some reason.
I told my grandma I was going in and that I didn't know I had work and she went "well they can't walk you through hand and foot." It's not really walking me through hand and foot if NO ONE DOES THEIR FUCKING JOB TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO OR WHERE I CAN FIND ANYTHING.
I walked in the chilly weather to McDonald's in my usual attire (Shorts, flip-flops and t-shirt), I get my uniform and change. Jesus... Christ... I look/looked like a total twat. I had to tuck my hair behind my ears so now I just look like a fucking tool.
Michelle thanks me for coming in and tells me that it's hellish tonight because they have some inspection tomorrow and that's the only reason I wouldn't be working the grill tonight.
Most of the night I just clean under all of the machines and under the ice chest I found the most-shocking shit I'd ever seen since I saw Fro's ballsack on the NY train. Paper was just greased and stuck to the ground beneath the ice machine and it took fifteen minutes with a giant scrub brush to get it up.
Around 10ish I start doing dishes, somehow... I end up doing ALL of the dishes in the entire joint. I clean old mustard and ketchup, grease-soaked salt, chicken nuggets that had seen 'the shit' and many other things I'd prefer to block out as if I were raped by a family-member that night.
Michelle, Jesse and I end up leaving around 1 in the morning as I'm finishing dish duty.
Before I left Michelle said "If there weren't an inspection tomorrow you'd be on Grill tonight and we'd have Jesse showing you how to do stuff." and Jesse went "Yeah, don't feel bad, my entire first week here I was dish bitch too."
After I got home I took two showers and fell asleep around 2:30 AM. I'm still tired as hell now and I now find out that I've lost my ID and my Social Security card so that's kind a to-do, and I've gotta go check my schedule as well as get this bio report done. Fuck me, right?
- Josh.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Another Political Post.
With everyone spouting their own form of political bullshit, I decided that I'd grab some of the shit myself. I'm neither happy nor mad that Obama won the presidency.
For a while I was really Pro-Obama, but I fell off at a certain point because of his super-socialist ideas (I'm a fan of Socialism, but I don't think we're ready, especially in this economic climate). I then started digging McCain a lot more after than and dug a lot of his policies. I was about 3/4 for McCain until he introduced Sarah Palin, his VP ticket.
After I heard who the VP tickets were I looked at it like this:
1. McCain is old as shit and I don't think he'd make it the next four year.
2. Obama is the target of numerous groups and the likelihood of him being assassinated are great.
So, I'd feel MUCH better with Biden taking over instead of Palin, because if Palin took over I'd have to deal with even more nutty psycho-Christians.
She scares the living fuck out of me, she's like an insane bond villain as far as I'm concerned. Honestly, I wanted McCain to just win so I could see what stupid fucking thing she'd say or do next. She's actually open about her psycho-Christian attitude! Her husband is part of a committee that wants Alaska to actually dissolve from the union. The church she is a part of teaches people that when Jesus comes back that Alaska will be the safe-haven for Christians and that it'll be the only safe place on Earth.
(Click on the images to enlarge and read them, I edited the name and face out so I won't get yelled at. Both are by the same person, by the way.)
I never knew I had psycho-Christian friends on Myspace... but if you're gonna dislike Obama, dislike him for the right reasons.
1. Dislike him for his stance on taxes.
2. Dislike him for his stance on gun-control.
3. Dislike him for something that actually deals with his policies.
Don't dislike him because he isn't "Christian enough". WE DON'T NEED A CHRISTIAN FUCKING NATION.
For a while I was really Pro-Obama, but I fell off at a certain point because of his super-socialist ideas (I'm a fan of Socialism, but I don't think we're ready, especially in this economic climate). I then started digging McCain a lot more after than and dug a lot of his policies. I was about 3/4 for McCain until he introduced Sarah Palin, his VP ticket.
After I heard who the VP tickets were I looked at it like this:
1. McCain is old as shit and I don't think he'd make it the next four year.
2. Obama is the target of numerous groups and the likelihood of him being assassinated are great.
So, I'd feel MUCH better with Biden taking over instead of Palin, because if Palin took over I'd have to deal with even more nutty psycho-Christians.
She scares the living fuck out of me, she's like an insane bond villain as far as I'm concerned. Honestly, I wanted McCain to just win so I could see what stupid fucking thing she'd say or do next. She's actually open about her psycho-Christian attitude! Her husband is part of a committee that wants Alaska to actually dissolve from the union. The church she is a part of teaches people that when Jesus comes back that Alaska will be the safe-haven for Christians and that it'll be the only safe place on Earth.
(Click on the images to enlarge and read them, I edited the name and face out so I won't get yelled at. Both are by the same person, by the way.)
I never knew I had psycho-Christian friends on Myspace... but if you're gonna dislike Obama, dislike him for the right reasons.
1. Dislike him for his stance on taxes.
2. Dislike him for his stance on gun-control.
3. Dislike him for something that actually deals with his policies.
Don't dislike him because he isn't "Christian enough". WE DON'T NEED A CHRISTIAN FUCKING NATION.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The Modern Horror movie.
The modern horror movie has died. the over-commercialization and low-quality, high-profit belief has given us pieces of shit like The Grudge, The Ring, Funny Games, One Missed Call, When A Stranger Calls and countless sequels, remakes and adaptions that generally fall under lack-luster and general failure. The worst part is that these hack films make MILLIONS of fucking dollars. These shitty movies are directed by shitty horror directors who think that adding a suspenseful tune from Tyler Bates will cure all of the woes and problems with the movie. What the should do is rewrite the entire movie from top to bottom, but instead they add another million dollars towards marketing and hope for the best.
Soon the great directors and writers like George. A. Romero, Dario Argento, Sam Raami and Tobe Hooper will die and so will real horror movies. Then I'll end up being one of these fucking morons that go see the newest American adaption of a Japanese horror movie. I can already feel it. I can feel myself speaking valley-girl and walking out going "Oh my god, that was soooooo scary.", I fucking know it.
Recently I saw The Strangers. I didn't enjoy it, nor did I hate it. I note that the film makes adequate usage of walk-ons from nowhere and a generally good use of character. It's not a horror movie. it's another suspense-thriller about some nutty fucks who like killing people. Those type of things actually happen but Rob Zombie's depiction of nutty-killers with The Devil's Rejects makes The Strangers look completely sub-par.
It's truly the fans and the companies that ruin horror movies. The BEST horror movies are the Independent and British horror movies. These major companies ruin it because they want some fucking Casey Affleck motherfucker in the film and center the release, market and premise on the film on them when the director probably wants Casey Affleck to fuck off and do another Ocean's movie so he can make a good horror movie without the pressure of making Affleck the center of attention.
George A. Romero and Dario Argento are possibly the last living remnants of a old horror scene. Romero is the man who brought you Night Of The Living Dead (minus any remakes or Russo films). He followed up his cult masterpiece with the legendary Dawn Of The Dead in 1978 that told the story of a small
group of people living in a mall during a zombie invasion. It's widely considered to be one of the GREATEST horror movies of all time. It was original. He of course used his zombie aspect from NOTLD but in Dawn he thought of so many ways to kill zombies (including getting a head cut off by a helicopter propellor) as well as make compelling character progession that is nearly impossible to find these days.
It's not ALL grim in the world of horror movies though. There are quite a few great directions like Edgar Wright, Neil Marshall, Thomas Alfredson and many others who come from Europe and make genuinely great horror films that America cannot compete with.
Hopefully our American industries will see the quality over the quantity of tickets sold matters just a little.
Here's some great horror and suspense films likely to keep you entertained:
(Pre- 2000)
Night Of The Living Dead
Night Of The Living Dead (Tom Savini remake)
Dawn Of The Dead
Day Of The Dead
Evil Dead
Evil Dead 2
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Rosemary's Baby
Exorcist (duh)
Black Sabbath
Children Of The Corn
Psycho
Suspiria
The People Under The Stairs
IT (fuck you, I thought it was scary)
Seven
The Lost Boys
Re-Animator
Scanners
Silence Of The Lambs
Zombi 2
The Shining
(Post 2000)
Saw
Saw 2
Saw 3
(After that they just get stupid and you just want answers)
Feast
Descent
Slither
Ginger Snaps
August Undergrounds Mortum (fucking... just... yeah... just... fuck)
Shaun Of The Dead
Frailty
There are of course more great horror flicks and you're free to add some of your favorite via comments.
- Josh.
Soon the great directors and writers like George. A. Romero, Dario Argento, Sam Raami and Tobe Hooper will die and so will real horror movies. Then I'll end up being one of these fucking morons that go see the newest American adaption of a Japanese horror movie. I can already feel it. I can feel myself speaking valley-girl and walking out going "Oh my god, that was soooooo scary.", I fucking know it.
Recently I saw The Strangers. I didn't enjoy it, nor did I hate it. I note that the film makes adequate usage of walk-ons from nowhere and a generally good use of character. It's not a horror movie. it's another suspense-thriller about some nutty fucks who like killing people. Those type of things actually happen but Rob Zombie's depiction of nutty-killers with The Devil's Rejects makes The Strangers look completely sub-par.
It's truly the fans and the companies that ruin horror movies. The BEST horror movies are the Independent and British horror movies. These major companies ruin it because they want some fucking Casey Affleck motherfucker in the film and center the release, market and premise on the film on them when the director probably wants Casey Affleck to fuck off and do another Ocean's movie so he can make a good horror movie without the pressure of making Affleck the center of attention.
George A. Romero and Dario Argento are possibly the last living remnants of a old horror scene. Romero is the man who brought you Night Of The Living Dead (minus any remakes or Russo films). He followed up his cult masterpiece with the legendary Dawn Of The Dead in 1978 that told the story of a small
group of people living in a mall during a zombie invasion. It's widely considered to be one of the GREATEST horror movies of all time. It was original. He of course used his zombie aspect from NOTLD but in Dawn he thought of so many ways to kill zombies (including getting a head cut off by a helicopter propellor) as well as make compelling character progession that is nearly impossible to find these days.
It's not ALL grim in the world of horror movies though. There are quite a few great directions like Edgar Wright, Neil Marshall, Thomas Alfredson and many others who come from Europe and make genuinely great horror films that America cannot compete with.
Hopefully our American industries will see the quality over the quantity of tickets sold matters just a little.
Here's some great horror and suspense films likely to keep you entertained:
(Pre- 2000)
Night Of The Living Dead
Night Of The Living Dead (Tom Savini remake)
Dawn Of The Dead
Day Of The Dead
Evil Dead
Evil Dead 2
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Rosemary's Baby
Exorcist (duh)
Black Sabbath
Children Of The Corn
Psycho
Suspiria
The People Under The Stairs
IT (fuck you, I thought it was scary)
Seven
The Lost Boys
Re-Animator
Scanners
Silence Of The Lambs
Zombi 2
The Shining
(Post 2000)
Saw
Saw 2
Saw 3
(After that they just get stupid and you just want answers)
Feast
Descent
Slither
Ginger Snaps
August Undergrounds Mortum (fucking... just... yeah... just... fuck)
Shaun Of The Dead
Frailty
There are of course more great horror flicks and you're free to add some of your favorite via comments.
- Josh.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Shit in your hair.
The demo sounds of Against Me!'s song "Shit Stroll" from their demo Vivada Vis rings in my ear as I humbly write this.
I had a panic attack last night, my first one in quite some time. I was at the cakewalk in our town when it happened. I was walking with Fro and Sam through the immense crowd of people. Crowds don't scare me, I like people. I like showcasing my assery whenever I get the chance, really... but when it's a crowd of people I know I feel different.
I freeze. I freak out. I start having trouble breathing. My breathing halts and white spots begin to appear in front of me. I lose my balance a bit, but nothing that anyone would notice. I curse indefinitely about how much "I fucking hate these people" before I retaliate away from the mental battle I conjure. I feel them staring even though I know they could give a fuck less about me and what I'm doing. I feel judged by complete strangers who I attempt to ignore. I give in.
I had a panic attack last night, my first one in quite some time. I was at the cakewalk in our town when it happened. I was walking with Fro and Sam through the immense crowd of people. Crowds don't scare me, I like people. I like showcasing my assery whenever I get the chance, really... but when it's a crowd of people I know I feel different.
I freeze. I freak out. I start having trouble breathing. My breathing halts and white spots begin to appear in front of me. I lose my balance a bit, but nothing that anyone would notice. I curse indefinitely about how much "I fucking hate these people" before I retaliate away from the mental battle I conjure. I feel them staring even though I know they could give a fuck less about me and what I'm doing. I feel judged by complete strangers who I attempt to ignore. I give in.
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