Cinema Sadness

So it makes me incredibly sad that I may have seen maybe ONE of those movies... which does not bode well for my intellectual and cultural growth.  But Aaron has prompted a desire in me to see those movies.  After I've seen them, and maybe gone through and seen all of AFI's top 100, then I'll definitely post up some debate stuff.

Next.  Camping.  Amazing.  Fun.  Relaxing.  River.  Sorrows to all those that missed it by sheer circumstance or choice.  I/James videotapped a good deal of some things, so I will eventually put that on the board so you can all enjoy a sample of what we enjoyed.

Bradbury, was that you who I cut off when Jimmy and I pulled out of the camp site?  If so, that was purposeful (though for the life of me I have no idea why I thought it would be funny to do so... and I did think you were slowing down a little for me to go...)  If that wasn't Bradbury, then oops to whoever the hell that was that I nearly caused to crash into me.

That would have sucked.

Oh, and to make it public.  While we were camping, I for some reason completely forgot that Michael (of the Collins variety) was in the truck that crashed.  I'm not sure why I forgot about him, but I forgot completely.  Oops.  He was there.  I checked the footage of the infamous tree crash and he was most certainly there.  (Though I was right that he was not wearing a blue shirt - that was James.  Small victory.  Bleh.)  I forgot how funny the rest of that footage is... especially watching James try to move a truck.  Oh hilarious.  When I am able to get more miniDV tapes, I will transcode and then mp4-ify those videoes and put them up on the board as well.

Either way, DT and I were wrong.  Man that sucks.

Next, this will probably be considered a "lame" request... but apparently Michael is (or maybe) sad that he has not received mails from peoples.  At least, that was the initial impression that I got.  So I am going to write him a letter, maybe print and mail the Loose Slugs Comics already made, and send it off.  If anyone wants to leave a blurb to him, post it hear or mail it to me, and I will attach to said letter.  Isn't that touching and sentimental.  Then maybe I won't get emails from James' mom that make me feel guilty and like I don't support the troops.  I do!  I do!  I would send them all Slugs comics if I could.

You can tell that I felt like writing... I'm just sad that none of it could go toward Aaron's post.

But, toward Aaron:  I have the lab coats.  I will call you sometime after 9p tonight.  Sorry, but my minutes are low and such.  I can call anytime tomorrow though, and I will if I don't reach you tonight.

Lab coats.  Tasty.

And that is all for rant.  Yay.

Camp-Out

I will be gone for a few days, exploring a potential campsite for our great CAMPING ADVENTURE @))*... oh, held the shift key down to long...

Anyway you get the point.  So I cannot compete with Zach-o for first posts... or can I?  No, I can't.

Fuck.

Anyway, Andy mentioned to Jimmy or DT that he won't be able to go.  Sadness.  DT, you will have to pretend to be Andy for the duration of the trip on the 26th.  (You can be yourself as well, but you'll have to carry a big stick.)

I wish I had more interesting things to say.

Oh, I hate Karl Rove.  But who doesn't, so that's nothing special.  I will give him props for giving our generation a new person to make an adjective out of.  No longer does a person have to refer to another system or person as Machiavellian.  Now they have Rovian.  (Sounds like a dinosaur.)

Oh, I suppose I have something else to jabber about for the moment.

People are making me nauseous.  Not everyone, but damn if it isn't a whole hell of a lot of people.   With their whiny "I think I know what love is" or "I think I know what life is" or "I think I know the answers to every fucking problem"... "and I'm 22".

Fuck you.  Fuck you people.  It's a slap in the face to every single person who came before you with good intentions and weren't able to get things done, but actually did make incremental differences.

And fuck you people who think you know what life is and are woe-is-me'ing it up.  Fuck you.  I've seen people who come back from war with missing limbs and they are cheerier than you Hispter Doofus Fuckers with your melodramas about the man and society pressing you down.  FUCK YOU.

Fuck you Military-Supply-Protestors and Code Pinkers for not understanding that to have some level of freedom, you have to have the conviction and strength to protect it.  Fuck you for ruining it for legitimate protesters who protest against what they may feel is an unjust war (debatable) by protesting against providing supplies to troops.

And then there are the "I know what love is, and I have experienced it" bullshitters who are in their early twenties and have yet to watch as someone they know, love, are committed to legally and monetarily start to decay from the effects of lung, liver, kidney or breast cancer.  A special FUCK YOU to you pieces of crap.

People will say that I no nothing of romance.  I'm sorry, a glorified one-night-stand based off of "love at first sight" is not love.  I'm not discounting the idea behind "love at first sight", but a) it statistically doesn't work, and b) the people who claim they met so-and-so, felt "love at first sight", and have been married for 20+ years are discounting the fact that they happened to win the chances game and their time spent together helped to solidify their affections.  (You don't hear them spieling on about their other "love at first sight"s.  Do you?)

Interestingly enough, even Disney never really fully played up that angle, and they are the masters of animated love stories.

Tell you what you fuckers... when you are willing to wipe the ass of the one that you love because their body and mental functions are breaking down all around them, then I'll take your "romance" at face value.  Buying flowers, "writing" songs (laughable at best), or any other insertable cliché thing is NOT DEFINITIVE of being romantic.  It's called being a tool.  If that's all you are relying on to consider yourself romantic then congratulations.  You are not.  You are a Hallmark-Robot.

and yawn... I don't know where that sudden outburst came from, but it makes it quite apparent why I need to get away from the city for awhile.  The people that feed off of its excrement are starting to annoy the crap out of me.

So anyone who wants to join me and the others that want to go (which I think stands at James, Jimmy, DT, and maybe someone else), then come.  We will lamely try to set up tents, watch James play "master of the fire", and bitch and moan and philosophize over stuff, like we used to do, but with the cynicism and strained hope that has come with 5+ extra years.

Mwahahaha!

Though it is only two in the running, I will still savor my eventual victory over you Zach-0.  Just you wait.

Camping plans continue.  Andy seems to be on board now after I've given him some details.  Still a toss up between Dash Point and the greater Leavenworth area.  I'm sure we'll figure that out all in good time.

In the comics-news-business, things move along smoothly, and a new issue will hopefully be out about mid-month.  It should be out before the great camping trip of '08.

Zach-0, you should pose with more weaponry, or gas masks, or both.  Definitely.  It'll help me in the long run.  (Interpret that any way you wish.)