I guess I'll jump on the ol' bandwagon and alert everyone to my official last post of the semester.
Depsite my vast legion of fans (all quivering with anticipation as to what I'll write next, I'm sure), I will not be continuing this blog. I think I made a valiant effort (or at least I made one at all) but alas, I am not a blogger.
I don't feel the need to make updates about the mundane activities in my life. I don't think anyone needs to know my opinion about the latest movie or TV show when they can visit professional websites dedicated to these topics. I refuse to post stories or even excerpts of stories online. I'm much better at complaining in person. And lastly, I just don't fucking feel like it.
If other people want to blog, well, that's just dandy. But it ain't for me.
I don't feel like my blog (or 75% of the blogs that exist) fills any kind of void. Almost everyone has access to the internet now, and half of those people probably have a blog or online journal or fledgling website. Which means all those people feel important and are most likely hoping for some sort of fame or recognition. And since we live in the Age of the Celebrity, I'd guess that quite of few of them will get their wishes and garner book deals or at least some cold hard cash from advertisers.
But I don't want to be a part of that. Like I said many moons ago, there is a difference between a blogger and writer, and I would prefer to be known as the latter.
If I can't find any success with my writing, then maybe as a last resort I'll give in to the self-promotion and self-publishing bullshit. And am I looking down my nose at this stuff? Hell yes. I don't care if it makes me sound like a jackass.
So...anyway. The end. Goodbye. It's been real.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Predictable
This is what happens whenever I have any sort of assignment due:
I make a plan far in advance of the assignment's due date. I decide on what I want to do and how I want to do it, and I tell myself that it'll all get done ahead of schedule because I'm prepared.
Inevitably and usually a day or two before the assignment is due, I decide I hate everything I've done. I decide this even if I have weeks invested in something and it's 99.9% finished. I decide that there's nothing to do but completely start over.
I delete all prior work and begin anew, only to realize that I'm an asshole for doing this because now it's all being done last-minute and that will definitely be reflected in what I end up with.
Despite this feeling of being a dumbass, I will do this every single goddamn time. I am very predictable this way.
So, yes. It's happened again. I made significant headway with my project for this class and was nearly finished when I decided I loathed the story. I mean, I still loathe the story I started with. There's no way I would turn that in. But now it's getting close to my bed time (I'm old) and about two hours ago I decided that I wanted to go with a new story and a completely new way of telling it (project is being done via facebook. And it's not good. Shut up). So...whatever. I like the new story better, at least. But don't expect to be wowed during our presentations.
I make a plan far in advance of the assignment's due date. I decide on what I want to do and how I want to do it, and I tell myself that it'll all get done ahead of schedule because I'm prepared.
Inevitably and usually a day or two before the assignment is due, I decide I hate everything I've done. I decide this even if I have weeks invested in something and it's 99.9% finished. I decide that there's nothing to do but completely start over.
I delete all prior work and begin anew, only to realize that I'm an asshole for doing this because now it's all being done last-minute and that will definitely be reflected in what I end up with.
Despite this feeling of being a dumbass, I will do this every single goddamn time. I am very predictable this way.
So, yes. It's happened again. I made significant headway with my project for this class and was nearly finished when I decided I loathed the story. I mean, I still loathe the story I started with. There's no way I would turn that in. But now it's getting close to my bed time (I'm old) and about two hours ago I decided that I wanted to go with a new story and a completely new way of telling it (project is being done via facebook. And it's not good. Shut up). So...whatever. I like the new story better, at least. But don't expect to be wowed during our presentations.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Grit
I'm not sure how I feel about the remake of True Grit. I love the original. John Wayne is perfect as Rooster Cogburn, and I'm pretty sure I had a huge crush on Glen Campbell's La Boeuf after seeing the film when I was about 10. Because, you know...I like assholes. Always have, always will.
As for Version 2.0...well, I like Jeff Bridges. Though I'm not fond of Matt Damon with a mustache (no mustache is tolerable). And I like Josh Brolin, especially when he's being scary.
I know I'm going to see it. Even Pandora is endorsing this decision: it keeps playing artists with sandpaper-y voices who sing about whiskey and horses and being away from home.
But of all the movies that could be remade, True Grit is one that absolutely did not need a reboot. That movie is flawless as far as I'm concerned.
I'm sure Jeff Bridges will be great. I liked him a lot in Crazy Heart. Don't get me wrong- the screenplay for that movie was nothing special. It was the mother of all cliches, predictable down to the dialogue. But it was the best version of that cliche I've ever seen, and Bridges was very, very good. I could do without Maggie Gyllenhaal, though...I can always do without Maggie Gyllenhaal. And her brother. Blech.
As for Version 2.0...well, I like Jeff Bridges. Though I'm not fond of Matt Damon with a mustache (no mustache is tolerable). And I like Josh Brolin, especially when he's being scary.
I know I'm going to see it. Even Pandora is endorsing this decision: it keeps playing artists with sandpaper-y voices who sing about whiskey and horses and being away from home.
But of all the movies that could be remade, True Grit is one that absolutely did not need a reboot. That movie is flawless as far as I'm concerned.
I'm sure Jeff Bridges will be great. I liked him a lot in Crazy Heart. Don't get me wrong- the screenplay for that movie was nothing special. It was the mother of all cliches, predictable down to the dialogue. But it was the best version of that cliche I've ever seen, and Bridges was very, very good. I could do without Maggie Gyllenhaal, though...I can always do without Maggie Gyllenhaal. And her brother. Blech.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Desperate
So...
There is someone in my other class...let's call them Person. Person is really annoying. I want to punch them in the throat. Seriously.
The irritating thing about Person is that they are so blatantly desperate to be included in a circle of friends who, frankly, don't want anything to do with Person. But Person doesn't get it. And don't get me wrong- I'm not saying that I don't like Person because they want to be included and liked. Everyone has those feelings, of course. We all want to belong somewhere and have friends, etc. My problem with Person is that they have no goddamn dignity. I mean, come on. Person is older than me and yet doesn't seem to have developed any sense of self-respect throughout their life. Call me a bitch, but I think this is abso-fucking-lutely pathetic.
This is what I deal with in that class: Person hard-core staring at me and my friends during class. Person eavesdropping on our hushed conversations and inviting themselves to come along with us if we make plans. Person laughing at jokes they cannot possibly understand, which then brings on awkward silences.
And I mean...it's gotten to the point where myself and a friend are actively trying not to talk to Person or make eye-contact or include them in our lives at all. And I know that's mean, but what pisses me off is that Person persists for fuck's sake! If people are having a conversation and they clearly don't want me to hear it, I would never just start talking with them or laughing at their inside jokes. If people are being assholes to me, I fucking ignore them and pretend I don't give a shit about them, even if my wittle ol' feewings are hurt. If someone doesn't want to be your friend, make other friends.
La la la la, I am a jerk.
Honestly, though, it's not that I don't like Person necessarily. They have redeeming qualities. I just wish they wouldn't act like this, because it's such a big turn-off. If Person could just interact with people like an adult, we'd get along like Jack and Coke.
There is someone in my other class...let's call them Person. Person is really annoying. I want to punch them in the throat. Seriously.
The irritating thing about Person is that they are so blatantly desperate to be included in a circle of friends who, frankly, don't want anything to do with Person. But Person doesn't get it. And don't get me wrong- I'm not saying that I don't like Person because they want to be included and liked. Everyone has those feelings, of course. We all want to belong somewhere and have friends, etc. My problem with Person is that they have no goddamn dignity. I mean, come on. Person is older than me and yet doesn't seem to have developed any sense of self-respect throughout their life. Call me a bitch, but I think this is abso-fucking-lutely pathetic.
This is what I deal with in that class: Person hard-core staring at me and my friends during class. Person eavesdropping on our hushed conversations and inviting themselves to come along with us if we make plans. Person laughing at jokes they cannot possibly understand, which then brings on awkward silences.
And I mean...it's gotten to the point where myself and a friend are actively trying not to talk to Person or make eye-contact or include them in our lives at all. And I know that's mean, but what pisses me off is that Person persists for fuck's sake! If people are having a conversation and they clearly don't want me to hear it, I would never just start talking with them or laughing at their inside jokes. If people are being assholes to me, I fucking ignore them and pretend I don't give a shit about them, even if my wittle ol' feewings are hurt. If someone doesn't want to be your friend, make other friends.
La la la la, I am a jerk.
Honestly, though, it's not that I don't like Person necessarily. They have redeeming qualities. I just wish they wouldn't act like this, because it's such a big turn-off. If Person could just interact with people like an adult, we'd get along like Jack and Coke.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I find the concept behind The Human Centipede very disturbing. I refuse to see this movie. The preview alone revolts me. I'm not sure what it is about the film that creeps me out so much, but never has a movie (or the idea of a movie, I guess) gotten under my skin like this. Why? Why was this movie even made? Just...what the fuck, man? I would include a picture of the poster, but even that freaks me out.
No. No, thank you.
No. No, thank you.
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