you’re being lied to

Cranky… The impending birthday, groove misplacement and too much NPR has put me in a quasi-misanthropic funk.

Rented John Carpenter’s “They Live” (circa 1990).

I have to buy this title. It’s been a decade since I’ve seen it.

It’s got pacing issues, moments of wonky dialogue and that signature Capenteresque “what the fuck were you thinking” casting… BUT.. The story rocks.

Actually I think the subject material resonates today much more than it did ten years ago. Then again, a decade ago I was in college and entirely too concerned with killing brain-cells by the millions and discovering my genitalia.

Now that I’m a knee-jerk, armchair, culture jammer – I have a deeper appreciation for this story.

Note: if you put on a special pair of glasses and view this entry – you will see it is not a blog, but rather a photo of my ass and the words “WORSHIP” set in tasty Futura Extra Bold.