Beyond The Stockade There Is Chaos And Nothingness
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Friday, June 27, 2003 Weather: Gorgeous! Mood: Benthamometer says 8! So that's not so bad! I know I've been skating by on lame entries this week, but thanks for reading anyway. posted by [AOK] | 10:41 AM Thursday, June 26, 2003 Weather: Humid, getting sunnier Mood: Benthamometer says 4 I nearly sliced the end of my finger off last evening cutting up pita breads for pita chips. It makes typing hard. I wish that my kitchen scars had more exciting stories than they do, but most of the stories just involve me being a dumbass. posted by [AOK] | 11:52 AM Wednesday, June 25, 2003 Weather: Sunny and Hot Mood: Benthamometor says 2 Highest Copter score: 2099 2? Dang. posted by [AOK] | 1:05 PM Hooray! I have found a website where I may continue my quest to create the ultimate game of Chronology. Thousands of years, thousands of cards and you don't go home 'til they're all in line, baby! posted by [AOK] | 11:20 AM Tuesday, June 24, 2003 If you want to know why there is no post today, this is why. posted by [AOK] | 4:09 PM Monday, June 23, 2003 It's Monday, and even though my energy level is at a point where it permits only sporadic trips to the copy machine and minimal interest in addressing my "media plan", a few well-timed emails and some occasional frantic paper waving should get me to the end of the day. I'm only even writing this because I feel guilty about seeing all of your clicks and I envision your sadness and frustration when you're denied access to my inspiring thoughts. YES, you. Gearing up for The Head, Part 3 where it's possible we'll explore the origins of a certain spiritual brotherhood, or maybe not. OK, how about a wrap-up from my Xtreme Visual Input Weekend? Hell House (twice): People like this walk among us. A well-made, at times jaw-dropping documentary about the fundamentalist, evangelical Pentacostal Christians outside of Dallas who spawned the first "Hell House", a Halloween attraction that brings in twelve to fifteen thousand visitors a year. They come to see the botched abortions, suicides and unrepentant homosexuality that threaten to send our sinful souls hurtling into the bowels of hell at the moment of death. But this film manages to capture some subtle (and some definitely not so) insights into the community, and the structure of it does give you a feel of weaving your way deeper into a house of horrors, each turn revealing a deeper, scarier level of what sane people could consider "hell". It's got speaking in tongues, annointing with oil, implied acceptance of spousal abuse (when those whores deserve it, of course), explicit racism, creepy ministers and child brides. What more can you ask for? One taste of the many surprises in store: they fire real guns in their performances. Blanks (which the teens load themselves - can that possibly be legal?), but still, guys, have you heard of props? Jesus. I guess it is Texas after all. A fascinating portrait of a part of the country I never want to move to. Mr. Arkanin: Orson Wells as a mysterious old man who hires a young guy to uncover the past he can't remember. Um, the young guy is in love with Wells' daughter, the young guy discovers that Wells was once part of a gang but apparently Wells knows that already. Something happens and a woman named Sophie gets herself killed. I, um, fell asleep during this one but what I saw of it was charming. The Office: Season 1, Episodes 1 - 6: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! The Sopranos: Season 2, Episodes 11 & 12: Um, do we get to know what happened at the end or does it not matter? That thing with the bloody guy in the chair and the Indian guy with the long hair that walks up to him and stubs out his cigarette during the musical montage? Did I miss something? I like this show even though we are pitifully far behind. We don't have cable. That's lame, I know. Anyway, (*spoiler alert, in case you are lame like me and are three seasons behind*) I was sorry that Tony had to kill Pussy even though Pussy deserved it, and I was surprised that Janice killed Richie but not sorry. We did get out of the house a bit to the Taste Of Randolph, where I ate what I thought was a reasonable amount of food but ended up feeling like my stomach was expanding and compressing my lungs, and it was awfully uncomfortable. Also we got out of the house to go to ludic kid and thai tea's, but we really just went and sat in their house instead of ours on what was probably the most beautiful day we've had so far. But what fun we had! Oh dear. Time for another copy machine run... posted by [AOK] | 4:12 PM |
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