and i thought hair rock was dead

you have andrew to thank, or hate, for the following:
this band, a bunch of apparently british guys with confusing sexual orientation who call themselves "the darkness," have proved to me that even in the day of people like brittany spears, justin timberlake, and jay-z, the beautiful art from of hair rock is still alive and well. i suggest you check out the movie section of the web site. so far, the only one's i've watched are "i believe in a thing called love" and "christmas time (don't let the bells end)." "i believe in a thing called love" features such genius ideas as: a giat crab, which apparently throws styrofoam rocks, a monster which could be an octopus, squid, or bizzare sex organ, guitars that shoot lightening and, for reasons i could not fathom, a spaceship. admitedly, the spaceship looked pretty cool. "christmas time (don't let the bells end)" had me wishing that the bells would, in fact, just fucking end. although with the life, or at least the hideous crooning, of lead justin hawkins:

this delightful film featured, i think, laser blasts from an undiclosed location. they didn't really seem to affect anything, except to cause to of the other band members to huddle over what i took to be a massive orange gun. they never fired it, so i'm not entierly sure it WAS a gun, i'm just guessing, based on the shape. guitars were strangely absent in this piece, with the noteable except of one of those delightful double-necked ones, so popular in the late 70s and 80s. this guitar, however, was the centerpiece of what - and i say this will the utmost respect for the homesexual community - was, undeiably, the gayest moment in the film. and i mean gay not in the sense of "stupid," "lame," or some other derogatory way, but in the sense of having sex with men. given the general sort of "feel" of this film, and the previous one, you can understand my confusion when our friend justin gazes adoringly into a christmas tree bangle which contains an image of a GIRL, who, in fact, looked startlingly like bjork, who - although a little strange - is undoubtedly of the female persuasion. this woman is not a momentary mirage, either: at the conclusion of this sexualy confusing movie, justin climbs into a sports car to discover this mystery woman. when are lead to believe that the two of them the proceed to do that nasty, while the camera pans up to show the spaceship soar across the heavens.
i guess watching this movies was a little like touching some else's penis...it felt wrong, but deep down, i was afraid that maybe, just maybe, i kind of liked it.

not that i HAVE touched any penises (penisi?) other than my own.

really. topher pike is a lying son of a bitch.

oh, i also got my copy of pirates of the caribbean yesterday.

update: since i didn't want to make another whole post, i thought i'd just at to this one. so, here we go.
first, since there were so many people on the waiting list, they opened up another screenwriting class, and i'm now registered for it, which makes me happy. unfortunatly, that means i now have ten o'clock classes every day except friday, so i can't sleep in as much as i've become acustomed to doing. boo hoo.

second, after i showed my friend tiffany that above videos, she introduced me to this.