it does not matter when the age of consent is. the girl told him no. but he forced sex on her anyway. and that, is rape.
plea bargin or not, he left the country before the conclusion of the trial, based on some rumor about imprisonment. arguing about his holocaust experience is bullfuckingshit. in fact, one would think his holocaust experience would give a hard-knock view of what’s right and what’s wrong. but he raped anyway. and then ran away from the justice of his peers. so good on the swiss for dragging his ass back to the u.s. i don’t care if he’s spent the last twenty years being a good guy. i don’t care if he’s such a good friend or such an intelligent well spoken artist. blah fucking blah. rape is rape. pay your dues. that’s the value of living in this country. fucking coward.
and oh yieah, libyan president is CrackAssCrazy. looks like the guy never graduated outta kindergarten. what a spoiled little shit.
rocked the ramen head and now rocking a pageboy. drastic chop sessions do nicely to stir the pot.
it’s friday people, why the influx of rude dickwads dammit. the worst dickwads are the self-righteous ones who think they know everything when, in fact, it’s proven that they don’t. but they just can’t admit it. wtf. please just go the f away. there are plenty of decent, courteous people who may not be as smart as you but i still love helping out. because they ain’t dickwads like you.
i think i’ve finally realized why certain reviews of books/movies/etc so bug me. when the reviewer’s bloated self-entitlement to be entertained (to be served by a footman if you will) is unsatisfied simply because the book or movie doesn’t meet their expectations exactly. and what might these expectations be? well let’s see now…must not touch such taboo subjects as rape and incest. must have enough action that result in immediate plot resolution. all reasons where only entertainment value, not artistic merit, is the benchmark. they confuse entertainment value with artistry — because a stylistically coarse work could never be worthy of their time time lest it’s couched in lyrical prose. wtf with these pedantic philistines. art at its essense, art for art’s sake, attempts to gauge human truths. if you look for it and it’s there, then the book or movie has done its job. but at least look for it dammit. if you’re seeking to be entertained, then don’t read a book that advertises itself to be seriously dramatic. and why the hell is it so damn hard for a person to be enlightened by unexpected truths anyway. people have pinholes for brains.
just caught the last bit of 7th voyage of sinbad. the harryhausen work is amazing. skeleton guy was so…lively! all nimble and stuff!
didn’t care much for the guy who played sinbad though. i liked philip whatshisface in golden voyage much more. and the girl in golden voyage. they both looked more middle eastern than mr. all american and miss girl next door in 7th voyage.
loving this current spell of breezy mid 70’s. perfect weather.
random act of kindness (the first of this semester): standing in line to buy a sugar donut and starbucks mocha frap cuz i was starving. guy in front of me didn’t have $5 minimum to make a debit purchase. so he pays for my stuff too. and didn’t want me to pay him back. i think i thanked him about three times. above and beyond the necessary good to fight the negatives that flowed my way today.
shoulder and neck muscles protesting loudly. again. boo.
i rock the lazy. bookmarks to scratchpad’s admin page — while everywhere else i type it in manually. i just… can’t be bothered. typing in an url at home is… too much.
first-time 150. two 120’s. and a 93 (wtf!?). it’s weird not being able to run. but the ball selection was purty.
only missing new banners for the new blog but so happy that i started it. now i’ve a place to dribble all my inane opinionations in a well-organized space. and. went plugin crazy. so damn fun.
an odd, crazy day. i would prefer to not have any more such odd, crazy days. for one thing, i’d be so damn hungry all the time. bah.
my internut connection really does sucketh. like really. sucketh enough that chrome beta 2 drags. geez.
on a monitored game spree. i’m excusing it by coining the exercise as research. fill the brain with imagery and all that. urm. yieah.
have your people call my people?!
dammit jim! i don’t have no people!!! waaaaahhh!!!!!
realized earlier this evening that i have not viewed my instructors and professors as teachers. except for maybe ochem, ethnic studies, and women’s history.
am zonkered and half-asleep. else i wouldn’t have made so many senseless errors in the homewerk. damn heat is sucking all the energy from me.
being cheap (sorta) the past week has me thinking i’m on the ball again.
watched documentary on marla olmstead. now overflowing with my usual opinionations on art. also curiously overflowing with an urge to get messy with a big canvas. the last time i did non digital imagery was oh so long ago. looks like such fun to be dropping all over a drop cloth, blading colors left and right. i could have so much fun with acrylics.
plastic buggy is covered in ash. all i can think about is that scene from schindler’s list. the sun’s been like a giant naked grapefruit hanging in the sky all day today. freaky reddish-orange neon shadows since nine-ish. terribly odd, off-kilter. like one of my twisted dreams.