still not done with being annoyed.
i’d meditate or do some other zen-ish thing but i’ve got to pack and buy crap at target.
we’re, uh, outta crap at the house for the moment.
oh no wait! there’re divas just waiting to hand out free crap every other month! oh thank god…i thought i’d have to buy my own crap to be annoyed with!!
sarcasm is, like, totally a great thing. yarrrr!!
okay, i can’t stopped obsessing over the current diva crap.
so it appears that by refusing to read my email or look at the photo site she’s expressing her displeasure of my behavior and, quite possibly, “showing me a thing or two” by rejecting what she thinks i soooo looooove doing. in other words, in her mind, digicaming is my main interest. what’s so silly about this whole display is that this photo site is turning out to more of a chore than anything else. it was a chore from the beginning actually. i never even set the site up for her. the person i really started all this crap for didn’t even care much for the initial effort but i continued because the anal part of me is, well, anal about keeping up with artsy farsty projects like this. even with all the endless photoshopping and uploading (the last album was damn near three hundred fotos. craziness. my right wrist now hurts due to non-masturbatory reasons.)
y’all like to think you’ve got me sooo figured out. blah blah blah. how many people can actually name five things i’m passionate about? unless i tell you, few bother to even ask. so let’s not start with you assuming you know so much about me, steven, or jedi bob. in conclusion, i’m too awesome for y’all.
yarrrr ya scurvy scarberous dogs!!!!!
for someone who likes to denounce the drama of ridiculous people, it’s pretty damn hypocritical of That One Person to be the instigator so much of the crap currently bombarding my brain at the moment. not hypocrit as in i’m not for racism but slip up on the occasional racist pronouncements because i’ve yet to shed my societal conditioning but as in i’m not a diva — it’s just ALL YOUR FAULT!!
oh puh-lease.
what is it with people and their need to continously
A) have the planet revolve around THEIR needs and THEIR emotions,
B) be stuck in their tiny little social well unable to think outside of the box,
C) lack Basic Human Compassion,
and/or D) believe that speaking aloud their incredibly affected opinions to be proof of self-confidence and a means to force the other party to acquiesce to their victim status. dude, it ain’t like i don’t think unfair things. but you better believe i process that shit mentally before saying it. or not say it. depends on how the processing went. i’m so damn tolerant you wouldn’t believe. the shit that comes out people’s mouths these days…christ i deserve an oscar for keeping a straight face. well, except when i’m driving.
i have a big fucking stick. i’m in a mood use it. to smack you. oh yes, i mean You. BAM!
back to repeat of ff:advent children soundtrack. the pinano is sexiness.
i love tweakUI.
i need more money.
i don’t want a gopher job.
actually been doing actual chore like stuff. and it’s like i barely made a dent on the todo list. boo. three days only and i need to gas up ALREADY. dammit. the dmv is retarded for never stating directions clearly. the mall is too far away with not enough covered parking. i don’t want school to start. the apartment is way too messy. everything’s dusty. on pins and needles waiting for the art show folks to get back to me on monday. oh my god sunday’s running around is gonna suck majorly. don’t wanna pack but looking forward to the trip. need a haircut and hair straightening appointment.
i love jedi bob.
kthxbi.
sony’s releasing a limited edition pink ps2 to appeal to a “wider” audience. and by wider audience they mean girls. because girls apparently only like things in pink. yieah okay whatever old wrinkly upper management males.
there is some weird construction machine thingie outside that’s drilling a steady thumping rhythm. it sounded incredibly familiar: where was i when i’ve heard that kinda sound and why does it fit in so well with background noise and omg it totally sounds like a normal part of something that i was doing before…?
then memory smack dabs me on the head: oh yieah, i’m thinking of wilke’s thumper machine in gk3.
can’t even begin to stop laughing at how incredibly nerdy this moment has been.
20/20
– two weeks later, i finally realize that it says “slut”. now i’ve an urge to hunt down the lamer who spray painted that so as to beat him senseless. reinforcement of the angry feminist. i know i shouldn’t but there it is.
– the conch shell headed crew member of the flying dutchman is cantonese! hah!
– apparently jodi foster is gay. as is brian singer and portia di rossi. !?!
– the black seaman who wouldn’t row will to shore spoke french. a little detail that’s amazingly historically accurate. nice.
ARRRR!
- have come to the realization that the only real reason i would ever see talladega nights in the theaters is due to the catchy title and not because of will ferrell or even the hot chick who plays his wife. talladega just rolls off the tongue. and “ballad”??? the ballad of ricky bobby?? who in the world made that up? way funny in and of itself.
- ohhh. so by “snakes on a plane” they mean, literally, SNAKES. on a PLANE. huh.
- i’d go see the transformers movie if only for the visuals. less than 10 seconds of the scenes from mars and i’m hooked. definitely a cgi addict.
- so did you know that a movie makes much more sense if you’re awake during the viewing? ha!
- this sequel played out to me the way the first one did: a bit dull and nonsensical during the initial round but definitely more punchy by the second. i’d say that 90 percent of this movie’s awesomeness is owed to the power of gore verbinski. i done see the depptser in other flicks and he’s not always consistently fab. it’s verbinski’s vision and direction that gives these pirate flicks heart and swashbuckle. and his sense of framing…woohoo for a director who doesn’t always sucker out to the usual epic shots of a bruckheimer production. verbinski does excellent with sets crammed with props and then really integrating people with the objects to set mood and ground. possibly the only corny shot was the three progressive close-ups when our hero trio first arrives on the secret island. if nothing else, these flicks are purty. color, framing, hair, makeup. quite yummy.
- another cheer for verbinski, this time for his ability to capture each character in their own special quiet moments. character development moments. the look of pained rememberance in davy jones’s beady eyes, sucking in his breath along with his lower lip. the horror of realization on bootstrap’s face as he faces his son. from norrington to jack to will to elizabeth. we don’t get enough of that emotional stuff in today’s hit-and-run flicks (yieah that’s right schumacher, imma talkin to you).
- again with the excellent script. plenty of clever banter and the occasional soul baring words. thump thump? check check. hide the rum? check check.
- i can’t be the only person who craved sushi when shots of bbq’ed kraken tentacle flashed on screen. calamari? no wait, better yet, cthulu?
- the flying dutchman takes the cake. i thought the cursed crew of the black pearl to be a clever idea but the creature design never wowed me much. davy jones and his posse are fucking beautiful. not just with the excellent barnacles and mussels and salty sea water dripping everywhere…the best creature designs invoke believablity and add background dimensions to the story. here we’ve got men so cursed and doomed to serve the sea that they are literally becoming the sea. the idea itself creates a pretty intense creepiness. and whoever decided to give davy jones a crab claw for a hand…thanks. he’s now the sphinx of the sea. yarr!
- excellent! make the east india company the ultimate evil! about time someone made that lot carry the villain load.
- romantic. there’s a big mushy story behind davy’s jones’ tentacles and the mushy part of me can’t wait for that reveal. and i’d like to see elizabeth and jack get it together (what exactly did the compass point to when jack was rowing away from the pearl?). that woman needs someone to smack her around once in a while. though it’s more likely that she’ll still end up with will…especially now that it looks like he’s willing to save jack only because he thinks she’s so heartbroken over losing him. an interesting twist to the usual love triangle bit.
- hot. norrington is hot. i already thought the man sexy with the wig in part one. and now he’s wiggless and a lot more piratey. ooooo!
- whoever dreamed up tia dalma is brilliant. and the actress played her out brilliantly too. the accent, the bloodshot eyes, the perfect cleavage.
- it’s nice of them to incorporate actual parts of the ride into the plot. i recognized the swamp with the lights, the man tied to the well bucket, and again with the puppy dog. good stuff aye.
- the score suffered a bit. whatever happened to the klaus man? i miss the heavy timbres, the bass, the violent cello riffs. the themes from the first flick blended piracy in minor keys so well with the familiar epic swigs. notes i couldn’t predict; phrases i couldn’t instantly pair up with. so unique that it was the first soundtrack i rushed out to buy in nearly two years. now it’s been blockbuster-fied in the bruckheimer style by zimmer. moved up by two octaves and mixed with repetitive corn. i’m so sad dammit.
- davy jones is adorable. not least due to bill nighy’s drawn out scottish syllables.
so now apparently i’m addicted to design ideas. that’s my drug.
without a definite vision, i mope. get frustrated at staring into a blank photoshop doc. subsequently get annoyed by everything else around me. can’t settle down to even read, watch tv, or play a damn video game.
but when the clouds part and the sun shines and (bam!) there’s a definite image in my brain, i feel like it’s all okay.
after i finish diddling with the image and call it done, the whole emo cycle starts all over again.
is that bizarre or what. or maybe just sad. i’m now dependent on the imagination’s roller coaster.
found a new drama series to go mad about. complete with excellent theme song (oh so appropriately catchy) and, omg!, stellar cast performances all around. only a little over thirty episodes in and it’s still good. so here’s hoping the rest of the series holds out. i just might have to own this one.
found half blooded pooter head in trade yesterday while shopping for milk and eggs. the world is now that much brighter.
found a new free(!!) place to show off art. free and showing-off is always excellent.
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