Ritual Monday gathering with the guys that everyone still calls “dart night” though Kevin’s dart machine has been broken for months now. *can we just start calling it Poker night and be done with it?
Matt brought along the two newish additions to our orbit of friends: Jake and Lance… (not a couple).
menu: fish sticks (those really really good ones from Costco) & Macaroni & Cheese
frame rab
Mornings are requiring a sweatshirt…. I’m in heaven.
We’re supposed to go see Ghost in the Shell II tonight with Kiwi…. For a refresher he came over last night with the first film.
I’m not an huge anime fan – but I like the “classics”… (Akira, etc) – including this one.
I forgot just how well done it is…
Caught myself saying.. “wow.. the makers of Ghost in the Shell were visually heavily influenced by The Matrix”….
Then I double checked the date on the DVD case…. wooops.. Nichts that…
“The Matrix was heavily influenced by Ghost in the Shell.”
On the road, AGAIN today…
Not blogging AGAIN too.
Yesterday was the national Boycott for Equality. In a nutshell: All homos and friends were to drop out of the economy for the day.
The premise of this protest struck me oddly… We’ve been “dropped out of the economy” since it went to hell in 2002.
Nonetheless one of my primary clients decided to throw a picnic / rally in Tower Grove Park for the day. Considering that they burned up a considerable amount of their retainer last month on generating ads and and materials for the picnic – we could hardly blow it off. Plus we genuinely thought it would be important to show up and show support for the community.
It rained for most of the event, but it didn’t seem to dampen the spirits of the people that made it out. The turn out was ho-hum – but I guess considering the foul weather it was good? I tried to reassure my client’s CEO that the rain made it feel more like a good ole’ fashion protest.
A tour buss filled with a group from California arrived who are traveling across the country and doing stunts / speeches / demonstrations for marriage equality.
We hung out for a couple of hours and listened to the speakers, ate salty hot dogs and visited with folks we hadn’t seen in a while.
En-route home we stopped by the bank and had our absentee ballots notarized and then headed home to chill out for the rest of the day.
Fahrenheit 9/11 arrived from NetFlix… considering the day’s activities I figured.. “OH well hell – we’re already in the head-space,… let’s pop it in.” I was pleasantly surprised to see Moore release some of the melodramatic over-the-top crap which I felt undermined his previous films.
The two hours went by pretty fast – and left me feeling queasy.
For all fairness, we spent the rest of the night pulling up contrary commentary about the film online. Most of the criticisms we found accused the film of agenda-lead distortion.
Duh.. it’s a movie… as soon as you make an edit – you’re molding information. As soon as you creative any kind of narrative – you’re steering content. Honestly – I found the greatest insight in the long, unedited, sans-commentary spots where the the subject, (W, Rice, etc), do a pretty good job of self-vilification without the editorial help of the tubby conspiracist from Flint.
Many of the cited errors we found about the film were nit picky details which, when pulled out of context, could be argued endlessly. Let’s just let the whacko-rights and the automaton lefty robots fight all that out.
As in with Bowling for Columbine – the strength is in the “big picture / message”. Which was deeply disturbing – but not shocking…
so… it was a real political type day…and ya know what? That was enough… thanks… No mom – I don’t want any more mashed potatoes…. I’m full…
I’m also not blogging.
Rasputin’s other leg
Kiwi stopped by the house with souvenirs and stories from their European vacation. (Kevin and I got Deutchland T-Shirts and Chad got pins and other Hard Rock stuff from their Manheim location).
Somewhere in recounting the stories of Amsterdam where apparently you can stumble into a coffee house and order a cup of your favorite joe and a joint – the sex museum there came up in conversation. Apparently they’ve got a traveling exhibit or something on loan from the Russian Museum of Erotica… Rasputin’s dismembered member.
Now – Kiwi is as notorious for pulling my leg as is I’m gullible. (He was one of the co-conspirators which had me believing that “Enya” in Gaelic meant “No Hands” and that the new age singer was a Thalidomide baby..
“Look at the album covers – they never show her hands!” I bought it… for like two months.
It wasn’t until a brunch get together that I volunteered to someone at the table the little falseoid that the table cracked up – and namely Kiwi and beloved Kevin hit the floor in hysterics.
*feh*
So… annnnyway… Thanks to Googleâ„¢ I cross referenced the Rasputin story and I’ll be damned, found support for this claim.
This strikes me as a case of penis envy with a sadistic, P.T. Banum sorta historic bent.
Soooo… they poisoned him…. then shot him…. then threw him in a frozen river….. only to fish him out and deschlong his corpse?
Granted, at the reported 30cm, that’d make Gregory a circus freak by even today’s porn-standards….. – but did ya have to pickle it? Well – I guess they didn’t have the technology that they have today….
(Shrug)
This is just too odd to blog about.