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Name: Daniel
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Metro: Denver
Gender: Male
Interests: the arts, IRELAND, whiskey, Guinness, rugby, philosophy, film, heavy metal, World War II, comic books and a dozen other things at least
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
2/15/2005
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This
is possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire
life. I am quite literally falling out of my chair
laughing. Et part deux.
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D-d-did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfell beneath the clear blue sky?
So I finally found one of those pop artists that I actually dig.
Most of it's pretentious and stupid. Andy Warhol is okay some of
the time, Rosenquist sucks, Jean-Michel Basquiat's life was cool but
his work leaves a lot to be desired. But I just finished a
documentary called How to Draw a Bunny about the life of Ray Johnson,
and he's actually quite good. He hung out with Warhol and was a
part of that whole scene but he was on a whole other level above all of
them. I've finally found an modern era artist whose work is as
interesting as his life. And his death for that matter. If
you're into art really, not just "um... I like Van Gogh?",
and you like documentaries, I'd recommend it. Its not much as a
film, but if you like documentaries this one is pretty good.
YOUR HEAD SMELLLLS LIKE A PUPPY!
Yeah man... I don't need a fucking girl. I've got a
dog. Course there's no steady lovin'. But the dog likes
me. (um, that's not entirely true. I'd like a girl.
I'm not picky, I just need someone who is gorgeous, mature, honest,
faithful, real, and not a fucking idiot [read: perfect].
Seriously. I'm taking applications. Although, if you've got
an STD, don't even bother applying, cause I won't have it. Clap
is right out.)
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Oh no, I'm a very good man-- just a very bad wizard.
So, I guess now would be a good time to update or something--
school's started, its alright, film studies is kinda cool and I laughed
when she read off a list of some fifty or so movies that we were going
to watch and I had seen all but three. I don't think she really
knows that much about film, but at least she doesn't get it
wrong. Should be a fun class. I think that's about the only
thing worth mentioning except that I have first and second off, so all
week I can wait until 9:15 to come in. Awesome.
I found out recently that I'll be going on a second trip to Europe this
year. I've already posted about my Rome trip at the end of
November, and eleven days after I get back from that one I'm leaving
again, this time for a whopping great trek all over the
continent. My uncle who I just love saved up enough frequent
flyer miles for a free ticket, having already budgeted the money to pay
for one, so I get to go with him. We're starting in Paris, over
to Strasbourg, and then going to Hamburg and Frankfurt, Germany, I'm
not sure in which order, and then while in Frankfurt possibly going
right across the border to Poland, while in Hamburg maybe a quick trip
north to Denmark, and then we have to get back to Paris to fly out
again, and since Holland and Belguim are right on the way we'll go
through there, Luxembourg isn't far out of the way, so who knows.
France and Germany for sure, couple days in Amsterdam for sure unless
something changes. All together this year, I will spend about 25
days in Europe and if I seize all opportunities and really fill up my
time there I could go to as many as 8 countries. Maybe
nine. Neat huh?
When I get back, I'll type up the journal I'm keeping on my trips and
post it for the dozens upon dozens of my adoring friends (HA.
more like one person) who reads this.
I shaved my head. It looks pretty damned good. And now you can see my wicked scar. Hell yeh.
Oh and I would just like to take this opportunity to say that Motley
Crue is just about the sickest band ever. What's this?-->
\mmm/ Too much for one hand, that's what. Heavy fucking
metal; this one fucking bitch said to me something like "I don't
respect Motley Crue because I saw a video of Vince Neil doing the
chicken dance". I swear to god I almost punched her in the
goddamned face. "Nikki Sixx fucking -died- from partying too
hard, came back to life and shot up a bigger shot of herion than the
one that killed him. By the time they realised how fucked up
their lives were they were -mainlining- booze cause it just wasn't
cuttin' it in their stomachs. And when they got clean, they still
kicked ass. Any -one- of those things alone should win your undying
respect as a so-called metal lover. But you're not a
metalhead. You're a fucking poser. Bitch."
And that's what I have to say about that.
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Rosencrantz: Did you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?
Guildenstern: No.
Rosencrantz: Nor do I, really. It's silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks
of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into
account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the
difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never -know- you were in a box,
would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I'd
like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You'd wake up
dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That's the bit
I don't like, frankly. That's why I don't think of it. Because you'd be
helpless, wouldn't you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you'd be in
there forever, even taking into account the fact that you're dead. It
isn't a pleasant thought. Especially if you're dead, really. Ask
yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I'm going to stuff you in this
box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you'd prefer
to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect.
You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at
least I'm not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid,
and tell me to come out."
[bangs on coffin lid]
Rosencrantz: "Hey you! What's your name? Come out of there!"
Guildenstern: [long pause] I think I'm going to kill you.
Rosencrantz: Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death?
There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first
occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been
shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it.
What does one make of that? We must be born with an intuition of
mortality. Before we know the words for it, out we come with the
knowlegde that for all the points on the compass, there is only one direction, and time its only measure.
from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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Captain Spaulding for President
Well shit the bed! I saw The Devil's Rejects yesterday and I
really thought it was
fantastic. I was already a fan of House of 1,000 Corpses, flawed
though it was, and I've got to say this one was much better as a
film. Captain Spaulding, easily my favorite character, wasn't
nearly as (dementedly) funny in this one, but he definitely still had
his moments. The gore was a little less prevalent in terms of
frequency, but when it happened it happened fantastically. It
didn't have some of the whimsically gory and evil visuals, but it made
up with a good story and the moments of dementia. They didn't
happen as often as the first one, but when they happened they were
good; I mean really good. It didn't have the ending visually and
such that House had, but the ending on this one is great all the
same. As a breathing straight man, I couldn't write about this
movie without mentioning Sheri Moon Zombie, Rob Zombie's wife, and
forgive my uncouthness, but that incredible ass. I mean damn, and
Zombie gets to take that home.
He really made a fantastic movie, I haven't seen a good grindhouse in
the longest time, cause they just haven't been made since the
seventies. (Grindhouse- cheaply made, kind of grisly, high body
count, root for the bad guy type movie) Great tunes and a silent
sequence at the end where the climax of the film happens and all you
hear is almost the entirety of Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird. I was
really happy with this movie, it was well put together, visually cool,
and if you dig this kind of movie I'd recommend it. And if you
don't know much about this kind of movie well... just be prepared to
root for the bad guys and see some pretty messed up stuff that, if
you've got the right kind of mind, will make you laugh your ass off.
Tiny fucked a stump!
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