believe it or not
i'm feeling kind of like this right now. even if you don't care much about how i feel, you can still enjoy some classic eighties television theme music.
i feel like they're shrinking.
i'm feeling kind of like this right now. even if you don't care much about how i feel, you can still enjoy some classic eighties television theme music.
ok, so i saw this guy wearing a t-shirt today with the words "even jesus hates creed," and some sort of picture that i didn't have time to look at, but probably depicted creed, as well as - possibly - jesus. totally made my day. also made marina's day. i'd buy one, but it looks like they're collector's items. shame, that.
ok, there's a few things i'd like to say.
for one, you should ALL see twelve angry men. this film is a stunning example of good filmmaking in numerous ways - light, setting, editing, framing, etc - but where this film TRUELY succeeds, is in that it is, above all, entertaining. the premise - twelve men in one room for an hour and a half - has the potential to be intensely boredom-inducing. of course, it's not. it is simply amazing to watch these men work with and against one another. it is, quite honestly, one of the best films i have ever had the pleasure of seeing, and i'm seriously considering buying it.
also, for those of you who have seen and loved and/or hated the newest quiznos commercials, featuring those hideous rat/hamster/maggot creatures, i invite you to view the flash video that started it all. we do, indeed, like the moon.
lastly, but CERTIANLY NOT leastly, i am going to be coming home for what you humans call "spring break." sadly, because chapman is ruled over by the forces of sauron, my "spring break" is a different time from most of yours, specifically from about april second to the tenth of the same month. i will be home for this period, so mark your calendars as there is a great deal of loving for me to give, as well as receive, and sadly a limited span of time during which this may be accomplished.
for now, i bid you all a fond farewell.
farewell.
if you'd like to see some pretty cool big-budget short films, you have bmw to thank. they financed the production of eight of these films, directed by the likes of john woo, guy ritchie and ang lee. they are also executively produced by a mr. david fincher, whom you should all recall as the director of what is one of the best films ever. all of these films center on mr. clive owen, the man who will be king, as "the driver," a likeable rouge behind the wheel of a brand new (well, it was two years ago) bmw z4 roadster. he acomplishes various missions, from taking madonna to a press conference, to drag racing the devil with james brown. i am not even kidding. so go check them out. also, they sell a dvd with all eight short films on it, for only four dollars or so. sadly, becasue my credit card isn't a REAL credit card, it won't work. so if someone would be kind enough to buy me a copy, i would be more than happy to pay them back, as well as love them forever.
limp bizkit should not cover songs by the who, chiefly becasue the who rocks and limp bizkit, well, DOESN'T. the thing that REALLY chafes my ass, however, is that no one credits this song to the people who, you know, WROTE IT.
you should probably only watch this if you are a HUGE DORK. and i mean that seriously. things of this nature are not meant for the eyes the innocent. incidentaly, chez i know you read this shit from time to time, so would you happen to have a relative named nolan? because one of the guys in that video is named nolan lawson and if he were related to you that would, well, just be the coolest thing EVER.
if only that image were the product of some twisted fantasy, much like ashton kutcher's bid for legitamate actor status. but sadly my friends, it is my horrible duty to inform you that the the very real fight club game is all too true. weep for chuck's intellectual property, for it is clear that twentieth century fox and vivendi universal do not.
also, just thought i'd mention that my southern asia art professor reminds me of daniel jackson.