Monday, March 30, 2009

Salazar, Luis Cervantes

I would like to say goodbye to mom and my brother, brother, sister, Chelsea, Danny, Johnny, Tito and Sylvia. My heart goes is going ba bump ba bump ba bump. I love my children, Roxanne, Roseanne, Melissa, and Louis. I miss them; I will take them with me in my heart. I will keep them in my heart. Thank you Mrs. Dyson for praying for me and everyone that has been praying for me. God loves everybody and myself. I can't say this correctly. Let's see. That's all right. I guess that's it.

He cursed

like a billiards player.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

That doesn't make sense.

That just rhymes.

Fucking doomed.

Fucking doomed, fucking doomed, fucking doooooooooooooooomed.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Baby's first gif.

Phenomenal cosmic power!

Itty-bitty living space.

If it's any consolation,

I don't begin to understand them.

And I figured,

why couldn't I have the whole damn day.

I'll write you a letter tomorrow.

Tonight, I can't hold a pen.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Question:

Why do people say boring shit.

Because I believe that one can only relate with

another living creature by completely destroying it.

When hell freezes over,

I'll stroll that, too.

Cameras

can't capture me.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Art, man.

This is only funny to me.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

A lie.

Mostly.

Yeah.

Probably not.

This isn't some kind of metaphor.

God damn, this is real.

Just because we were young.

Doesn't mean we were wrong.

I just farted.

That shit stinks.

And said that we were his friends

even if he wasn't theirs.

Accident

into.

Blissfully removed

from the burden of context.

Middle-class

morality.

I trust the reader will

understand that what may well have seemed like conscious objections, they were in reality: simply a request to honor his strength and speed.

Neologisms.

I Love You, Man - 5.5/10. Desperately wants to create a new word. Everything's overeager. Paul Rudd is better as a douche. Jon Favreau is a great douche. Andy Samberg is an unexpectedly great straight-man. Those my thoughts, y'all.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

I never saved anything for the swim back.

The Colors Trilogy: Blue - 7/10. 'Last Tango in Paris' with loneliness instead of sex. Well, some sex. Also, everything's blue, what the fuck???

If I can't curse,

I won't stay.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Better Homes

And Fartin'.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I guess it comes down to

what kind of world you want to live in.

Old people are annoying.

The Sunshine Boys - 5/10. 'My Favorite Year' for an era in time I'm not particularly fond of.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Tender-hearted 'cause it's been kicked around.

Marty - 6/10. So anyway, I watched this.

Is something to be.

Topper - 7/10. Grant, Bennett and Young are so contagiously delightful that it's a shame that the movie had to tie them all down to a plot.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

No one's allowed to have an interesting face.

Taking of Pelham 1, 2, 3 - 4.5/10. Aside from some craggly foreheads, it's not particularly entertaining or smart.

Friday, March 13, 2009

That's your guiding star, isn't it.

What's of use.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I talked with a girl the other day

who told of being held up at gunpoint, but was more afraid of being alone.

To say we're inherently good

is to discount how smart we are in coming up with it ourselves.

If we find ourselves reaping

a strange and bitter fruit that sad old man beside you keeps feeding to young minds as virtue.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Not even in the face of Armageddon.

Watchmen - 6.5/10. The highest compliment I can give Zack Snyder is that he's made a movie worthy of being talked about. Not just because it's good or bad in equal measure, but because it's not easy to dismiss as bad and it's harder to qualify as good. It's become a watermark for adaptation and why and why bother and what can be changed and what can stay the same and whatever the fuck. So with all of that in mind, he does fuck up. He just doesn't fuck up everything. He continues to have a fundamental misunderstanding of how people behave but, the source material being what it is, just touching on it is all that really needs to happen in order for me to dribble in my pants and occasionally - occasionally - when Snyder isn't jerking himself off through the camera lens or telling his actors 'no, no, say that stupider,' he pulls something great off. Rorschach screaming 'you're locked in here with me' is fantastic and heart-thumping and what's more, it's not dwelt on. That's Snyder's whole fucking problem. '300,' the source, is a story about casual violence. '300,' the movie, is about yelling a lot. Anything that's throw-away or peppered in become centerpieces. He makes highlight-reel movies, big signs and blinking lights pointing towards 'Are you watching this? This is a big moment. You should be watching this.' You take that Rorschach-in-prison moment and compare that to Rorschach's final failure to compromise and how it's dragged out and wringed of everything final until it's empty of all emotion, and Nite Owl wailing over the whole ordeal. Snyder knows how to make a movie, but he can't create a story. The dramatic pile-ups in 'Watchmen' don't have any sort of impact because they're not crafted. They just hang there, tied up over loose ends. The biggest insult I can throw at Zack Snyder is that he turns 'Watchmen' into what it's not supposed to be - a big comic book movie, with heroes and Saturday-morning supervillains (and, to his credit, an ending that actually makes more sense in the grand scheme). He forgets that 'Watchmen' is a human drama played out on a global scale with people who are not entirely us. He has made a movie with clearly defined bad guys - the distant planet and the smug, emotionless toad, and the good guys cry over each other's graves. I will not watch the movie again and come away relating to a new character each time, as I do with its source. The movie doesn't allow for that complexity. He's given us a shining example of what a pure adaptation looks like when it's put together by someone who doesn't entirely understand it. He's given us the 'cool moments' without giving it any sort of heart.

I will never write this much again.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

His head was a faucet

leaking love, laughter and lies.

First we take Manhattan,

then we take Berlin.

Important enough

that you need some sense of being able to abandon it.

You can't treat it

like any other thing.

Failing

to describe a feeling.

Things I'm giving up for lent.

I'm giving up on love.

A hell of a knack for killing a conversation.

The Last Detail - Carl Kane's breasts/10. There's little here I don't love. Like 'Down By Law,' a cast of characters united by circumstance rather than a real, careful liking, and when the circumstance ends, so does any connection they have to each other. It's like getting stuck in an elevator and telling the other person exactly who you are and then walking out without saying goodbye.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

She was last seen flying out of Cadmus

riding atop Grokk, the Living Gargoyle.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

It's taken us years

to find in ourselves the strength to concede.

And where for five months he ran free

and replayed his only fond memory.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Historically oppressed. Repeatedly marginalized.

Made to stand on stupid lines.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

You need not find a cure

for everything that makes you weak.

I won't pretend that we're on the winning end.

But when did that matter before anyway.

How strange it is

to be anything at all.

And when her spirit left her body,

how it split the sun.