Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

I went to the movie. The magic voice of Oz told me to "prepare for the pre-show entertainment". I'm not sure I can handle this. Entertainment before the movie? Is this going to be like a half-time show? Will there be cheerleaders? Monkeys? Bono? And really, am I that starved for entertainment that I need to be entertained just moments before a movie? What happened to good ol' boredom? Or those pre-show conversations that hushed when the lights went low? "So have you talked to Tim lately?" or "I think that girl was in my Modal Logic class." What if I can't handle this entertainment overload? Could I go into shock? A coma? Then I watched ten minutes of commercials. Commercials. Since when have commercials been dubbed "entertainment"? I never recall saying to anyone, "the movie was fine, but not that good. It needed a commercial or two to jazz it up." I can accept that I will hear ads on the radio, see them on TV, pass them on the freeway. But at the ATM? The gas pump? The movies? You know what I learned at the movies? Tom Hanks is a good actor. Catch Me if You Can while an amazing life story is highly overrated as a movie. That Nissan makes these things called "cars" which you can "drive" and if you're a professional driver you can even "drive really fast". However this is only allowed on something called a "closed course" somewhere in a place called "Prague". Oh yeah and never get a hotdog with catsup on it at the movies because your date will be saved from a humiliating explosion of catsup from some guy in a bellhop uniform. They'll go home and have lots of hot sex while you cry and smoke in the parking lot contemplating suicide.

posted by James @ 8:08 AM

Dienstag, Februar 11, 2003

A lot of times when I'm washing my face in the shower I hear things. It sounds like someone’s walking around in my apartment. I do my best not to be a dumbass and shout out "Hello?" But what if there is someone there? What if they are a nice burglar who doesn't want to kill anyone and thought the place was empty. I can't open my eyes to see; I have soap all over my face. "Hello?" My voice cracks like when I was eleven. What if its a homicidal maniac who psychically knows when people are washing their faces in the shower? I mean that would suck. You would have no traction, no weapon, you would just flail around in the tub like a retarded bloated fish. But the worst part is when you open your eyes, to take a last look on the world, you would get soap in them and it would burn. Man would that suck.

posted by James @ 10:11 AM

Montag, Februar 10, 2003