4.24.2006

I feel cheap.

I've done it. I've jumped on the bandwagon. See more of my frightening visage at MySpace.
Ahhhh...the welcoming embrace of the friendly hive where people will actually publicly admit to being my friend.

It's fun to pick movies for movie night. Tonight we watched Space is the Place featuring Sun Ra and his Intergallactic Solar Arkestra. Now, I don't think I could sit through an entire Sun Ra recording, or concert, but that's just because I have strong feelings about saxaphones. ( Seriously, they serve no useful musical purpose any longer.) But, I do enjoy his fascinating view of the world, and to see it put forth in the cinematic medium...well, that's just good. Made in 1974, on a very small budget, it tells a tale of good vs. evil in the form of Sun Ra and the Overseer playing a game (or reading tarot cards) for the future of the earth. Of course, Mr. Ra and his crew had amazing costumes. There were some great lines, but the story line was kind of hard to follow. It was made by a man with a vision, and I belive they stuck to that vision as best they could in 1974 for whatever money was available.


Last week we saw Sins of the Fleshopoids. What a bizarre tale! From what I could glean, humans have made things such that they can laze about all day staring into mirrors, eating plastic fruit and other decadent pursuits. They've engineered robots to take care of all menial tasks, and work related things. Everything is going fine until the robots begin to feel towards eachother, and are caught in a lustful embrace by a human, who may or may not be a dictator or religious leader. Thus is the sin of the fleshopoids, I guess. The sets were very creative, and the costumes fit oddly. It was a silent movie, with random text bubbles emiting from various non-oral body parts.


Well, that's that...oh yeah, and Tucker Carlson is a total knob.

4.03.2006

Russell the Love Muscle

I have to post this, because I am so proud that I got to meet the ONLY politician I have any respect for at all, with a couple drinks under my belt, without doing anything embarrassing. I didn't hump his leg, make him sign my boobs or nothing.

Senator Russ Feingold, you are great. You make me proud to be from Wisconsin, and you are one of the main reasons that Wisconsin is better than any other state (our love of debauchery is another). You work to protect the real version of America, the one that spawned true balls-out rock by people with brains, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor, Yippies and Beatniks. The America where a person isn't owned by a corporation, and a corporation doesn't have the same rights as a person. The America where folks can pretty much do what they want, when they want...as long as they aren't harming anyone else (who can live outside a womb). The America that other folks look up to because we genuinely want to help others and make things better for everyone. An America where we aren't a bunch of christian fanatic maniacs who want to shove our morality up everyone's asses without even being kind enough to spit on it first. An America where the President and the rest of our glorious leaders are responsible for their actions, and is answerable to the people. You make me want to fly the American flag. Thank you for persisting, thank you for keeping the spine you were born with, and thank you for standing up to EVERYONE ELSE (yeah, the rest of you democrats can suck it...hard...until I am fully satisfied...and then you can go crawl back into whatever hole spawned you) to protect and defend OUR Constitution. Thank you.


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