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[Jul. 8th, 2009|05:00 am] |
not a whole lot going on with me, for those of you who don't keep in touch through facebook.
i'm sort of helping my friend john to promote a film that'll be coming to the theater he works at later this month. it's called dead snow, and it's chock-full of nazi zombie madness. don't worry, though, jews - i still love you.
i've already seen the film, but it's still exciting to help him get people in the theater, because if the theater owners notice a larger attendance than usual, they'll probably start screening some more crazy shit like this. i for one would LOVE to get them to screen lars von trier's antichrist, for example. there's even a slight suggestion that we could convince them to screen older cult films if they're cheap enough to secure the rights to! oh, dear. what to choose?
this reminds me a lot of the days, years ago now, when i was doing my little part to street team alongside jesse and co. when the lucha libre shows were starting up at the congress theater in chicago. now? that location is hosting dragon gate USA events.
but, besides all of that, not much is new.
oh, i'll be 30 in 23 days.
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| the further adventures of wayne in african american fiction |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
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i just bought inner city hoodlum, by donald goines saturday night. i can't believe this guy only wrote for 4 years. this book was actually published after he was killed. there's something about a book where a kid gets half his skull shot off on the first page that makes me want to keep reading it. something tells me this won't take as long as pimp did. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|01:29 am] |
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so, i was hanging out with hardcori since late tuesday night, and i had my phone turned off the whole time. this meant that i missed a call from devin, asking if i wanted to check out this sleepytime gorilla museum show in late april. seems like one of the people who was originally scheduled to join him at the show might not be able to come, so this might mean that i get to go in their stead. i've never heard sgm, but i'm going to take some time to make myself familiar with their three studio albums. i'll be sure to let you all know my thoughts whether i end up going to the concert or not.
speaking of corinne, she was making a felt pin for someone today. it was hella tight. she cut out all these cute little chunks of felt and made a groovy izod-inspired gator. it got me in mind of having her make one for me, as well. i'll have to sketch it out for her, but i'm thinking of a leather-clad punk zombie in an open casket, with a ratty mohawk, and various other touches. we'll have to see how that pans out, too. she's only in town until sometime in may, so i'm having fun spending what available time she has together. |
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| rick! save me!!! |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|08:07 pm] |
does anyone else remember splatterhouse?!
(no, it was not a nickelodeon gameshow from the early 90's based on the writings of kurt vonnegut...)
is it just me, or does this mask from rubbergorilla.co.uk look a lot like rick's terrormask?
...man, too many cool masks... |
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| strapping young lad - oh my fucking god |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
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there is no insanity, rather a super sanity
more suited for life at the end of the 20th century
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to express it,
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to communicate it...
all intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams
and they've all come up to meet me tonight
although while in the morning, all their wonder and their
glory was turned ugly and quite simple
like a venue when you're loading in gear
sexuality, eroticism in asexual persuasions
man or woman, makes no difference in the outcome
no fashion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
..."adidas" or "the arch deluxe"...
and time is now an object
oh my fucking god...
oh my fucking god...
and i'll dream all this into becoming real
and until such time that you can prove me otherwise
i will continue with my agnostic travels
until i've found a place that dreams with me...
...a place that feeds on my routine
all i want is my mommy...
all i want is my mommy...
all i want is my mommy...
all i want is my mommy...
this is the night that it all changes |
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[Mar. 14th, 2009|02:53 am] |
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i did it because i knew that someday, when you're sitting on the porch, on a cool fall day, your son or daughter will be playing at your feet, and you'll look off into the clouds, and you'll thank me on the wind. all these times when you thought i was pushing you away from me, you'll realize that i was pushing you towards this life, the life you deserved. |
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| fuckin' around with lights again. new mask. |
[Jan. 25th, 2009|03:58 am] |
okay, i'm making too many posts featuring jason voorhees masks. i think this is just about out of my system, though. i'm really happy with the quality of this mask. i messaged the dude to see if he sells directly to people, because i'd really like the "jason x" mask, too. it's more sculptural, and has sort of a stylized, comic book look to it. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|09:34 pm] |
i've developed a totally non-sexual, yet entirely unabashed mancrush on stephen fry.
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|04:28 pm] |
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sounds like the landlord is going to move us all out to a new house. roomie and i are going to take a look at it right now. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2008|01:24 am] |
*ring* - *ring*
w: hello, thanks for calling the bookstore. my name is wayne, how can i help you?
c: oh, hi. yes. i'm looking for a book for my son. i think it's called "mine..." lemme spell the second word for you... "k-o-m-f". i dunno who it's by.
w: ...hitler. it's called "mein kampf", and it was authored by adolph hitler.
c: oh. okay. that must be the one.
w: ...please hold. |
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| RIP |
[Dec. 12th, 2008|02:13 am] |
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| newsflash: YER HOLIDAY AIN'T SHIT! |
[Dec. 11th, 2008|08:58 pm] |
am i the only person who is REALLY sick of hearning people complain about the phrase "happy holidays"?! what the fuck is that shit about? yeah, we understand that christmas is the most widely-recognized holiday of this season, but there are still other holidays being observed, and people who are observing them that we'd like to give our warm wishes to.
seriously, only fucking AMERICANS could complain about someone saying "happy holidays" to them. WHAT THE FUCK?! |
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[Nov. 29th, 2008|03:00 pm] |
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since september 23rd, 2007, i've watched nearly 10,000 videos on youtube, and i've almost entirely quit watching broadcast television. essentially, the only thing i use my television for is watching movies, and most of the time i use my laptop for that, too. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|05:00 am] |
just got done watching dario argento's inferno. honestly, i think it's the worst argento film i've seen yet. it seems really odd, sitting between suspiria and tenebre in his filmography. both of those films are full of character, and this one was just flat all over.
furthermore, this got me looking at argento's body of work, and it made me realize that out of 22 films, i've only seen 6, and i only really recommend tenebre, suspiria, profondo rosso, and l'ucello dalle piume di cristallo. i can't really speak about them, but i've heard nothing but bad things about his last eight films, most disappointing of those apparently being mother of tears, the conclusion to the 25 year spanning three mothers trilogy, of which inferno was the second installment, after suspiria. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|06:30 pm] |
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so, besides adding new dvds to my list, i hadn't done much with my dvdaficionado profile in a while. last night i stayed up really late (early?) and i figured i'd at least add ratings, if i wasn't going to add paragraph reviews like i had on my old list. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2008|02:44 am] |
had an odd dream last night wherein a young man and young woman were in my store, and quite clearly drunk off their asses. a co-worker and i walked them out to the curb and asked them to stay out of our store until such a time as they could comport reasonably. unlike it would be if this were to happen in the real world, the two actually thanked us.
the following night, just a few hours ago in fact, my co-workers and i had to deal with some tomfoolery. the barista came back to his register and noticed that a $5 was missing from his tip jar. he knew it had just been there moments ago, so the manager hustled back to the security camera and ran the footage back. we got a clear look at the young man who'd done it, and i located him in the rest room. the law is very odd and skewed about what we can and cannot do in these sorts of situations, so all we could do is just sort of smother him, by having as many associates as possible stand around him, being as obvious as possible without verbalizing our concern, or physically restraining him and the young lady that was with him.
the two of them actually managed a good poker face. the way all of it went down, i don't know whether the female party was actually aware of what was going on, but they both exited, and went to the pharmacy next door to our store. it wasn't more than 5 minutes later that a cop, on foot, apprehended the culprit, and detained him while one of our associates, the manager i think, made a positite identification on him. given that the amount of money that was taken was relatively small, and that the actions required by us to have him arrested would have been absurd, we just had him treated as a trespasser.
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riding home from work, i decided to stop at 7 eleven and take advantage of the sale they have on one of my favorite coffee beverages. the store is right across the street from 3 apartment complexes, and it seems like every month, around the 1st, i witness some sort of eviction-related drama going down. this night, i'm not sure if that was the case, but there was certainly some drama going on. dude was just standing there getting slapped in the face, and jabbed in the ribs by this little hornet of a chick, while she just swarmed around him, screaming. even after i came out of the store, she was all curled up on the sidewalk while her friend tried to comfort her. a few blocks down the street i noticed the dude was having some sort of run-in with a scraggly, bearded guy, which resulted in him throwing a bicycle.
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it's incidences like this that make me think a lot. does this sort of thing happen all the time? it wasn't a full moon tonight, i don't think. the temperature might have been between 81-85 degrees, so perhaps that's a valid axiom. also, maybe this is a sign that the psyche of the working class, or near-poverty population is really starting to crack, given the state of our economy and other related factors. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|09:24 pm] |
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please tell me i did NOT see a men's fragrance spray that smells like chocolate when i was at the grocery store earlier. please. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|01:48 am] |
oh, so remember how i said that the attendant at the police station said she'd forward my info along and that i'd get a call from the officer's supervisor? yeah, no call. what i did get, however, was a police vehicle parked outside my house when i got home. what's odd is, i never gave the officers my home address, so it's entirely likely that this isn't related to last night's events, but it would certainly be a little coincidental, wouldn't you say? i'm half-tempted to go back outside and see if i can tell whether the officer from last night is in the vehicle, or see if i can get an i.d. on the license plate, for whatever reason. chances are, if they're here to keep an eye on me (am i starting to sound paranoid yet?) that would probably make things worse.
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alright- went out of the house to get drinks around 2:30, and the vehicle was gone. stopped and talked to the guys at the gas station, figuring that they probably have lots of contact with law enforcement, and wondered if they've met the officer i ran into in particular. they said they hadn't, but mentioned that in their experience, the county cops are really cool, and the city cops are incredible assholes.
i'm still scratching my head, wondering if maybe the cruiser being parked near my place was just a coincidence. i don't know how they would have obtained my current address, seeing as the i.d. i provided to them was old. here's to hoping that if they were trying to intimidate me, that they didn't make any notes on the friends who dropped me off in front of my place or whatever. |
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| yay! cops! guys on bicycles are super-dangerous. |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|01:40 am] |
so, i got stopped by a cop on my way home from work tonight.
i was riding my bike on the sidewalk, and he claimed that he stopped me because i didn't have my led lights on. i put my hand in front of them to show him that they were lit, and he said that he couldn't see them. i tried to point out that he apparently SAW me well enough to stop me, and that perhaps the intensity of an led light was trumped by flashing colored lights and headlights shining directly into it. he wasn't hearing it. instead of addressing me, he instead said to another officer, who had just pulled up, that "they weren't on. he just turned them on now." again, i tried to correct him, repeating that they'd been on this whole time. "oh, so you're saying i'm LYING?", he barked. "i'm just saying, they're on right now, and they've been on this whole time.", i said. "admittedly, they are pretty dim." i added. (gee, i wonder if his dashboard cam would show that i DIDN'T turn my lights on because perhaps... they were already on?!)
this was pretty much the part that pisses me off the most. apparently, it's cool for a cop to just roll up on you and call you a liar, but if you infer that they, themselves may not be reporting an accurate account of what's gone on or is going on, that's unacceptable. i mean, i know that being a cop requires training, a certain set of acuities, and to not be wishy-washy, but for the dude to just steadfastly deny that he could have been at all incorrect was just bullshit.
honestly, i'd be lying if i said i didn't think that the officer wasn't suffering from a napoleon complex, and had hence chosen a line of work where he could fully shield his own perceived weakness behind the badge and his organization.
of course, he wanted to search my bag and my person, and i allowed him to do so because i knew that i had absolutely nothing on me besides a wallet, my work clothes, a phone, and my house keys. i'm very diligent about keeping absolutely no incriminating materials whatsoever on me, and this sitation only furthers to strengthen my resolve on this issue.
there were a number of instances where the officer chose to essentially speak around me, communicating things to the other officer instead of addressing me directly like he ought to have. he was like "i was going to write him a ticket.", and "next time i'm definitely going to ticket him." it's like, why the fuck would you be so indirect? you want to say something to me? say it to me. not to the cop standing on the other side of me. that's some straight-up punk shit, right there.
i should take a moment to mention that the other cop, a black female, was totally cool the whole time. i got the impression that she was just doing her job, there to execute her role, in stark contrast to the other officer who gave off this whole "i'm the law" vibe.
to put a cap on the whole incident, when the officer told me i could go on my way (read:said "GO HOME NOW!"), i asked "what's your name, officer?". after he gave me his name, i asked him if he could spell it for me. instead of just spelling it, he decided to further his macho bullshit and say "YOU CAN READ IT OFF MY BADGE." without skipping a beat, i put the kick-stand down on my bike and did exactly that. as i approached him to read his badge, he repeated "next time i see you out here, i'm ticketing you.", which kind of gives you some fucked-up insight into the way this dude operates. it's like, no, not the next time you do something WRONG out here, the next time period. sort of threatening, no?
after i got home, i spent a half-hour or so cooling off, checking my e-mail, myspace, livejournal, etc. i was still a little pissed off, and still felt like the way the whole situation went down was not appropriate. i spent a little time looking at the officer's arrest records on the county sherrif's website, and found the number for the department itself.
i called in and talked to whomever was on hand to hear my complaint, and they said that they'd take my info, info about the nature of my concern, and forward it on to this officer's supervisor. i told the attendant that i could understand how that supervisor might have more important things to deal with tonight, and said that i'd have no problem with it if they were to contact me during the day tomorrow as well.
...and that's where things stand right now. i'll be sure to let everyone know how all of this pans out. |
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| halloween |
[Nov. 1st, 2008|03:36 am] |
so, i had fun halloween night, hanging out with my friends april and devin. we went to the dark side, ate grilled meats on bread, and played a few rounds of werewolf.
that game is actually a lot of fun. the first round they played after we got there seemed really complicated, so i sat out. also, i had my mask on, so i wasn't allowed to play because it would make it impossible for other players to read me. after about 30 minutes, i had to take my mask off, because it was hot as hell inside of it, and it made it too hard to move around without bumping into things.
in the first round i played, i got to be a werewolf. it was really fun voting for victims with my other lycanthrope cohorts, while implicating others that i knew were innocent in the meantime and a lot of situations unfolded that allowed us to scapegoat villagers out, too. we lost no werewolves, and won that round. in the second round, i was a villager, and while we lost a number of people, we eventually won that round, too. in the third round, i got picked as a werewolf again, but i was slipping up, and failed to express shock when a couple of villagers were found rended to bits in the morning.
oh, i also wasn't the only jason voorhees at the party. some teenager had black "zombie"-style over-the-head mask, with one of the foam $6 hockey masks over it. however, he had to wear platform boots to stand eye-to-eye with me, and i don't think jason is supposed to wear jnco jeans. there was also a freddy kruger at the party, and while his glove was kind of cool, his mask was really cheap. i mean, how are you going to roll as freddy and have a half-mask with an elastic strap holding it onto your head?
there was this one little girl who was some sort of ghoul, and she couldn't not look at me if i was in the room. that was another reason i took the mask off. it was fun for a little while, but she was literally frozen gazing at me the whole time. |
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