Brilliant

haha

This cannot be true.

Spud

I miss hanging out with Ryan.

I have these great memories of going to his place last winter on our nights off and just sitting there playing games until way late, running to 7-11 for snacks, etc, and then driving home in the cold COMPLETELY tired out of my skull. Awesome.

And then there was the time we saw Kill Bill 5 or 6 times in the THEATER during the month it was released, I think. That was nuts, but also awesome.

We saw a lot of movies, It was especially cool the times Trevor would join us, or when we'd meet him at the movie theater.

Often we did simple things but that's what I'm all about, just wasting the day (or night, as was often the case) away with a good friend.

Apparently he's too cool for me now or something, because it's been weeks, maybe even over a month since I stepped foot in his house or saw him outside of work.

Sure we play Warcraft and all, but is isn't the same, is it?

Oh Ryan, where have you gone? What has happened to us?

"Chick Flick!"

I've been wondering if I'm a wimp for actually wanting to see Shopgirl. Maybe it's because Jason Schwartzman is a great actor, or because they used an Explosions in the sky song in the trailer, but for whatever reason, it really interests me. Which is scary, because it almost sounds like a piece of crap, dime a dozen romatic comedy.

Truth is though, movies about love and relationships don't have to be crap. Love is a theme we can all relate to and I think this movie might just portray it in a decent enough way for it to not suck balls.

People just need to stop casting Hugh Grant and Richard Gere and calling it a "feel good romantic comedy".

Christ. The words "romantic" and "comedy" should never have been put together anyway.

Be smart about it. Make a movie people can get emotional over, make it beautiful, make it something they can FEEL. Just don't make it generic and dumb.

See Buffalo '66 for something that is all of the above, minus the generic and dumb. Absolutely brilliant film.

Anyway, I'll see Shopgirl eventually, I'm sure. Here's hoping it can be a smart, touching "love" film that isn't complete shit.

6.27

Yesterday I got a haircut and it feels really, really nice.

I might keep it short for a while this time, as opposed to just letting it go crazy. I'm not sure, my hair grows pretty fast I think, and as long as I have a decent amount of it by winter, I'm good.

I just finished watching the Film Demonlover I bought it after reading the immense amount of praise it got from some critics and the immense amount of hatred it got from others.

It confused me. It was not at all what I thought it was going to be, and so I cannot really give an opinion. It's strange in a way that most films can't even touch.

I'd recommend it to people just so that I could have a discussion and find out what other people thought was the point of it all.

It really makes you use your brain and is easily one of the most original things I've seen in a whole, which is always nice.

I was just caught completely off guard. The first half of the film is easy enough to follow, but then it just transforms completely.

Time for some Warcraft. I'm hoping for relatively clear skies today so that I might be able to go fishing later on. Let's hope.

Rejects

I saw The Devil's Rejects tonight.

I really don't know what to think of it. It ranks pretty high on the list of "most fucked up movies I've ever seen" so I think that is pretty good.

You know, I admire Rob Zombie and any other director who makes a film and doesn't compromise what they feel it should be.

What Zombie does is place these sick and twisted characters in front of us, have them do these horrible things, and we have to sit there and squirm and say "holy shit".

It's fucking brilliant.

It's the reason I can have a smile on my face while someone is getting beat to death with a log on the screen in front of me.

In a way, it was exactly the type of movie I'd make if I could.

So I guess I liked it just fine.

Anyway, these heavy eyelids are reminding me I only slept for 3 hours today, and it is way past my bedtime.

Fuck yes.

I just heard the new Matthew good Song "Oh be Joyful" and I almost wet myself. I get so excited when I hear new stuff from him, my favourite singer/writer.

It's a fucking great song, too, it sends shivers through my entire body. This man can do no wrong.

Made my day already.

I think he's sexy as hell. Mom doesn't even know anything.

Puck

So, The NHL is going to be back on this season, and while it seems like most people don't give a shit, I for one am fucking glad.

In my house, watching the Oilers games on TV is sort of a family thing, not always of course, but when there is a game on, you'll most likely find us all gathered around the TV. When I'm not sleeping I like to join in.

I'm excited about all the new things and especially how small market teams like my Edmonton Oilers will actually be able to contend with the big guys now. It's going to make things a whole lot more interesting.
For the first time in years, we might actually be able to land some big name talent instead of having to rely on farm teams ALL of the time.

Stanley cup, here we come!

I mostly just want to see some more great Oilers VS Flames games, though. Those are always entertaining.

Bitching.

Man, I just spent nearly half an hour sitting in my car moving an inch every minute with that piece of shit sun shining directly in my face. Fucking traffic.

Fucking no air conditioning and long hair. I Enjoy looking like a fiend, but enough is enough, I think I'm gonna get it chopped off on Tuesday. It adds so much heat to my head, and it's just always there against the side of my face and it drives me nuts.

Several people were lucky I don't carry my swords in my car, there would have been some serious decapitation action going on at those red lights.

Oh yeah, and my car is just a piece of shit, too. In more ways than one.

But, I'm still breathing, and my hands aren't stained with blood (mine or otherwise)

It was a good day.

Endless

You know what the worst part of, well...Life is?

remembering moments and situations where you had several choices and taking the ones that you thought were smart. The sort of choices that were never the most rewarding right away, but for whatever reason, felt right.

And now, it's easy to see you fucked up. You play those moments over and over in your head wondering what it would have been like if you'd have explored one of those other choices.

It hurts because the opportunity is gone. It isn't coming back, and so you continually beat yourself up over it and wonder to yourself why you happen to be so fucking stupid.

You're fucking stupid because you've done it more than once, and you told yourself "try it the other way next time" a thousand times, but when the chance came, you blew it.

Too afraid to take a risk. Too afraid to maybe throw away what you had even though it could have led to something a whole lot more satisfying than what surrounds you now.

Some people would say "get over it" but it isn't that easy.

Surely enough, life is made up of these moments. One after another, I'm smart enough to know that.

That doesn't make it any easier to deal with or offer any sort of comfort.

It just makes life feel even more like a fucked up dead end.

Goodnight world.

I saw Dark Water today with Bojangles. I'll spare the long reviews that nobody gives a shit about and cut right to it.

It sucked.

If it weren't for Jennifer Connelly looking especially hot (Strangely, I never used to find her attractive), I'd have probably claimed it to be one of the worst movies I've seen in a long while. Oh wait, it still is.

The day wasn't a complete waste, I picked up a few CD's, one which I've wanted for some time- "The Ugly Organ" by Cursive.

Fucking awesome.

If you're gonna start the killing, you best start it right here.

Yesterday I got my first issue of Fangoria in the mail. Wow, that only took THREE GODDAMN MONTHS.

Oh well. It's a very, very cool magazine and had some great articles and info about two films I've been excited to see for a long while now.

The first being The Devil's Rejects a (sort of) sequel to House of 1000 corpses. I still stick to my statements that Rob Zombie has incredible talent as a writer and director and I think he could make horror movies something special again, though if House of 1000 corpses is any indication, this film will certainly not be for everyone.

Second is the Russian film Nochnoy dozor (Night Watch) which intrigues the hell out of me, but certainly isn't a straight up horror film. It just looks so damn cool, and gets bonus points for taking place in Russia. Here's hoping us North American folk don't get a heavily cut up and dubbed version. I'll spill some blood if this is the case. I absolutely cannot stand dubbing.

I think I talk about movies too much. Too bad, but it's not going to change.

I think it's time to go read. I finished The Zombie Survival guide, it was brilliant, I especially enjoyed the "recorded attacks" pages near the end. Creepy stuff.

Now onto Make Love! The Bruce Campbell way.

The human race, pffff.

Yesterday I went to see War of the world with Bojangles. It was pretty good. I expected it to be a huge budget summer movie that completely sucked (remember independence day?) but it turned out to really impress me.

Say what you will about Spielberg, but the fact that he has a vision when making a film, and sticks to it (even with an sickeningly inflated budget) is great, and he can bring it to life like a lot of other directors cannot.

Oh, and I'm no advocate of special effects, either, but some of the stuff in this film is just fucking incredible to look at.

Cruise was great, Dakota Fanning was brilliant and it just made for a good, entertaining movie.

I think I like Strawberry better

fun.

Last night I realized that I don't really hate my job. I don't hate what I have to do, why I have to do it or how much I get paid for it.

I just hate the people I have to work with.

They are a group of seemingly lazy, thoughtless and greedy folks.

Only 4 people, myself included managed to find the way to our jobs last night. The others either called and gave some bullshit excuse or just decided to not show up altogether.

Extra hours are fine and all, but when I'm doing somebody's job because he's "tired" or has a "cold" well, then I get a little cheesed off.

But It's pretty much expected at this point.

They are, after all, some of the same people who find it necessary to get high out in the parking lot during our 15 minute breaks.

Kind of pathetic, really.

Movie review time.

Last night I watched the film C'est arrivé près de chez vous (AKA Man Bites Dog). I had a general idea of what I was getting myself into, but the film still managed to sort of shock me.

It is about a group of filmmakers creating a documentary on a serial killer. The crew follows him around as he picks targets, kills them and then educates on why and how he does what he does.

There is a great scene in which the main character gets into a shootout with a rival serial killer. When he dies, we find out that this other killer had a film crew with him and they suffer the same fate. But not before "our" killer asks if the director wants to steal his camera.

The Film is billed mainly as a comedy, something I found odd at first, but then you realize it is filled with a great amount of dark humor. It also becomes clear while watching the movie that it provides a satirical view of the media, violence and how much we have come to accept it in our lives. I think this is the point of the film, and not the seemingly pointless mayhem that people like to dwell on.

There are scenes in the film that are outright disturbing, make no mistake about it, but you always sort of ask yourself why you are watching it and why you are entertained.

I was very surprised by it. But after viewing the film and loving it, it's no wonder it is part of the Criterion Collection. This one is very highly recommended, especially if you want to see something different.

Preparing for the undead

I just got two new Books (and a bunch of movies) in the mail.

The First is "Make Love! the Bruce Campbell Way" and the reason I got it is simple: Bruce Campbell is my hero. After reading "if chins could kill" I had to get this. I have no idea what it is even about. But I will, oh, I will.

The second is "The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead" which is absolutely fucking great so far, it's written in a very serious sense (which at the same time, makes it hilarious) and is full of all kinds of information. This is the sort of book I've always wanted to read, but never knew existed.

Anyway, I'm cutting this short, that storm just hit us and it's
sounding pretty rough.

EDIT: shortest storm ever. Just a bunch of wind, thunder and a 5 minute shower.

Boring.

I'll sleep through this, and whatever else comes my way.

I just worked 7 days straight at the job that I pretty much hate. Those 7 days were worse than usual because of people either being on holidays or just not showing up. They were also bad because we had to work extra hard a few days to clean the place up for some bigwig who was supposed to visit...and then didn't.

Fuck you Cathy Gates.

Words cannot express how burned out I am right now.

I think it's going to really storm today, there are some clouds rolling in that look pretty scary.

Awesome.

For Wanda

Last night at work was a slightly better night than the past few. There were more people there which meant a lower work load for myself, but mostly it was because of my iPod and My Bloody Valentine and not having to listen to horrid "classic" rock all night. It's amazing how much smoother my mind works when I've got something nice ringing in my ear, not the chatter and yelling of others that I usually hear.

The past two days I've had some weird, cool and slightly disturbing dreams. I think my mind is working overtime or something.

The dream I had last night had me robbing a house with three other guys, who I've never seen before. We were in a bedroom looking things over. I had a fire poker in my hand and felt it necessary to smash it over the head of one of my mates who had his back turned and was crouched over something (seriously, I remember fearing for my life) he turned around slowly, and I remember the blood pouring from his mouth before he fell down.

One of the others guys, a big black fellow asked me why I did what I did. I explained something before he said"Never do this again" he then grabbed my arm and cut a huge deep gash on the bottom of my arm. I remember the feeling of it (sickening), but not feeling concerned or scared.

There was more to it, something about a ghost, but as with most dreams, I forget bits and pieces as soon as I wake up.

Somebody should invent a dream recorder. I'd pay huge money for one. To be able to watch the messed up things my mind comes up with would be entertaining as hell. Not to mention watching the dreams of others.

7.2.05

For most of yesterday and all of today, I've been annoyed by everything.

I can't count the number of times I've wanted to tear the throat out of somebody, or rip them to pieces just for talking. Acting stupid or even looking at me.

I don't know why. Sure, people have always annoyed the hell out of me, but I can usually deal with it. This is different. It's scary.

Now I'm home and I can lock myself in my room until I have to face the world again tomorrow.

I think something is wrong with me.