Tonight I’m in the mood to discuss scary movies. The first is “Psycho”, which I’ve posted about several times before, and it remains my favorite movie. I don’t know if any of you have heard about this, but a man named Rob Galluzzo is ambitiously putting together his own documentary called “The Psycho Legacy”, in which he is interviewing cast and crew from the entire franchise.
I love it when people just decide to go for something full force. This is a completely independent project, he didn’t wait around to get help from a studio. He’s been posting news and clips for awhile now on his MySpace page. It’s great to see a work in progress as it comes to life.
Here’s a brief tour of the Bates Motel:
Also, “Psycho IV” is finally coming to DVD for the first time in the U.S.! It’s part of a triple pack with “Psycho II” and “Psycho III.” As expected, they completely skimped on the bonus features. I hope someday the “Psycho” movies are released in a boxed set that does them justice. But this is a step in the right direction.
Next up is the “Halloween” remake. Whenever I hear about a remake, I just naturally roll my eyes and have my doubts. I hate to be that way, but come on… You know what I’m talking about.
In any case, Rob Zombie is the director and this version is both a remake and a prequel. It’s supposed to delve deeper into Michael’s troubled childhood and focus on how he grew to become the monster he was.
It sounds like a lot of work was put into this production, so I’m staying optimistic. The impact of the original “Halloween” is something that can’t be overstated enough. It launched the whole 80’s horror film craze with masked serial killers and monster flicks. It’s pretty amazing if you think about it. We’ll see what this remake brings to the table.
Here’s the trailer:
I’ll try to keep the whining to a minimum, because I know how much I hate it when other people do it. But here’s my complaint.
I feel a bit lost and confused with where I’m going in my life when it comes to my career.
I started working as a designer when I was 15. I’m 25 now. I’m burned out with it. It’s something I had a knack for, so I went with it. It took me through high school, college, and 10 years of work.
So that’s good. I’ve been there, done that. But when I ask myself where I want to be 10 more years from now, designer doesn’t even come to mind.
I have no idea what I do want. Because I started at a young age, I’ve never taken the time to develop myself and do that soul searching so many other people do when they enter adulthood.
Time goes by, you live your life, and one day you stop and realize you’re all grown up and have no idea where you’re going.
What are my strong points? My weak points? Where do I thrive, and where do I fall short? These are all things I have to figure out and apply to my life. Design is fine for now. I work for myself, and I definitely enjoy that. So now it’s time to create the next goal, whatever that will be.
That’s my whining. Okay, that really wasn’t too whiny. But I am curious to figure out where I want to go next in this journey.
Standing still has never been an option for me.
I like to think of my blog as a series on DVD because somehow it makes it easier to summarize and understand the progression of my life.
You know how you watch a series of DVD’s and each season has its own specific theme and mood? Well that’s how I see this site. As you may have noticed, the top header says “Season Two.”
Well, Season Three actually begins in July. That made me think about how each of the previous seasons would be described.
Season One (2005-2006) was me in my most natural form. The blog was filled with my dirty sense of humor, my sarcasm, my argumentativeness, my heated opinions, and I think it was as real as it gets for me. You might say it was my “heyday” of blogging.
Season Two (2006-2007) has been a very deep journey of enlightenment for me. I’ve grown and changed quite a bit. I rarely find the need to have debates or post about controversial topics anymore, because I feel that they create a cycle of destructive behavior that just doesn’t align with where I’m at in life. I’ve also made a lot of life changing choices in this season, and taken full control of my future.
So I’m left now wondering what 2007-2008 will bring. A year from now, when I look back at it, what will have happened in my life?
A lot has changed for me. I often wonder if I will be a Father by then. I wonder if I will still live in Tennessee. I wonder if I will be doing website design, as I have for nearly 10 years.
We will see.
In the mean time, I’d encourage you to think about how your life has changed and how it’s affected your blogs. If you had to divide it into Seasons, what would you discover about them?
My summer attire consists of shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. Most of the shorts are bright red (God forbid I should blend in when walking down the street), but sometimes I also break out my grey shorts.
When it happens to be a windy day, my shirt clings against my chest. What I failed to realize is that when the shirt clings to my chest, that means my shorts are clinging to my dick. This results in an outline that’s less than discrete. Um, yeah.
So one windy day, I was out walking with Petey, wearing my grey shorts, when I happened to look down and see the outline of my package through my clothes.
There’s nothing like exposing the whole neighborhood and not knowing it.
I don’t use eBay very often, but I’ve had an account since 1999, so I’ve been along for the ride as the whole community has taken on a new type of personality.
When eBay first started picking up steam, people communicated as humans. When they left feedback, it was intended to describe a positive or negative experience with the buyer/seller. And it was done in order. When you purchased, you paid. Then, the seller left feedback about you and sent the item. When the item arrived, you left feedback about your experience.
That doesn’t seem common anymore. Now, you purchase, you pay, you leave feedback for the seller, and THEN they respond. If you leave positive feedback, they will return it like a favor. If you leave negative feedback, they do the same in some lame act of revenge.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I bought an item from a seller and paid promptly. Naturally, no feedback was received, so I checked out his history to find an interesting trend. Like many other sellers, he ONLY leaves feedback if you leave it for him first…. AND, he has a canned response that he gives to every single person, regardless of what they bought.
What is with people and their crazy, impersonal feedback? “WOW!! EBAY’S BEST! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! A+++++++++! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! SUPERCALIFRAGILISTIC LA-DE-DA!”
(You know who you are.)
So I decided to mess with this seller, and see if he got my point. The item arrived. I went to his feedback and posted the SAME canned line he uses on his buyers!
I wondered what would happen when he saw how ridiculous his feedback looks when he received it himself. I expected him to laugh, or get confused, or do something…
Well, he did something. He wrote me a SPECIAL canned feedback… it was still fake and completely unrelated to anything worthwhile. But he did it, just for me. I got my very own feedback.
I thought I’d changed the world… but then a few hours later, he went on to other buyers and continued giving them that lame canned response he had been using all along. *sigh* Well, I didn’t change him, but I did get my own treatment.
And that gave me something to laugh about.
While sitting at my computer, one of our cats, Purr Purr started acting weird, almost like she was embarrassed.
I know this behavior because she acted the same way when she jumped out of the litter box, thinking she was done, but not realizing a turd was still coming out. As a result, she shit on the carpet and the poor girl knew she messed up.
Anyway, she started licking my foot really forcefully, like she was trying to clean it off. It tickled, so I laughed and nudged her away.
A few minutes later, I went downstairs, and Petey started licking my foot too. What the hell?
I looked down and saw some brown juice splattered all over it. I put some on my finger and smelled it. The juice smelled like shit.
Did Purr Purr let out a wet fart on my foot? I went back upstairs to look for anymore juice around my desk. Nope, all clean.
Then I tried to lift up her tail to see if she had anything odd going on with her hole. But she wouldn’t let me see it. Here I was, chasing around a cat, saying “Come on Purr Purr, let me see your butthole.”
I gave up and just washed the shit juice off, or whatever it was.
Just another day in my incredible life.
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.
To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
– Christian D. Larson, 1912
It’s been awhile since I said anything about my neighbors, and you guys seem to love those stories. Maybe it’s because everyone has stories about neighbors, right?
Well, this man and woman moved in this spring to a house behind us. The chick has an awful fetish with staring at me. I think she wants me to play with her titties, I don’t know.
Anyway, one day she came out while I was waiting on Petey to poop in our yard. I was near the end of our property line, and she walked right up to the end of hers like she was going to tell me something. But she didn’t. She stood right there, 10 feet away from me, hands in her pockets, and watched like it was a free show.
I contemplated saying “You do know I can see you, right?”. But I decided not to be the asshole that day.
Oh, but get this… they don’t have blinds or curtains! I understand that buying a new home makes finances tight, but you can get some cheap shades for under $5. C’mon!
At night, this woman loves to hang out in front of the TV, by the window, with all the lights on and no blinds. You can see everything she does, even from down the street!
I try to avoid it, but anytime I’m outside, it’s impossible to not notice. Again, I think this woman truly believes she’s invisible. She stands by me and watches my dog shit like I don’t see her, then she hangs out in her window at night with all the lights on so I can see everything she does.
Very weird. I contemplated dropping off some blinds on their doorstep, but I was afraid they wouldn’t know what to do with them.
Harvard has put together an online test that measures whether or not you are racist or racially biased on a conscious and/or subconscious level.
A lot of white people, for example, say they don’t have any prejudice against black people. However, when they are presented with this test, they discover that deep down, they do have racist feelings and this test helps expose them.
It’s called the The Implicit Association Test, and it presents you with a series of tightly cropped images and words, and asks you to react to them quickly. When you react quickly, it shows how your brain automatically responds to the image, without any thought or hesitation.
I’m extremely proud to say that my results show I have “little or no preference” between white or black people. That’s pretty damn cool because essentially it means I am as unbiased as possible (but I already knew that!). Only 17% of the test takers fall into this group!
So if you think you can handle the truth, take the 5 minute test online.
While performing at London’s G-A-Y club this weekend, Enrique Iglesias called a guy onstage to being serenaded while he performed “Hero.” Enrique even held him in his arms throughout the song and kissed him.
*sigh* I’ve always loved Enrique, but this video definitely takes him to a new level with me.
God bless camera phones.