We're getting old. And dying slowly.

car LOCO 69: it's a sad time these days dude
Divadjj: I am unemployed
Divadjj: you are almost out of school
Divadjj: jerry gets a 163
Divadjj: geoff is bald
Divadjj: man....
car LOCO 69: omg
car LOCO 69: you're so depressing dude
Divadjj: HAHAHHAHA

This is what I deal with. Day in. Day out.

jeffro 607: he's hot, though
jeffro 607: so, i dunno.. i couldn't think of anything CD to get... SO.. this is what i got instead
jeffro 607: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0789306352/104-9819014-0061554
jeffro 607: and
jeffro 607: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1560253010/104-9819014-0061554
jeffro 607: :-)
car LOCO 69: ahhhhh thanks jeff
jeffro 607: new coffee table books
jeffro 607: :-) anytime

For those of you who don't wanna copy the link, it's a celebration book of Male Nudes through the last 40 years.

Kill Bill.

I'm not quite sure how Tarantino managed to build himself a cinematic mogul hype more colossal than any director in the business; especially since his total output in the last ten years has barely been noticeable (did anybody even bother with Jackie Brown?).

Kill Bill is gruesomely living proof that a well-thought out, meticulously done, cinematographically genius, and wildly original film can still be straight out bad. It was barely entertaining. I became more concerned with my stomach turning from the 70's-samurai violence than the actual film itself.

Why does Kill Bill not measure up to Pulp Fiction in the least?

1) Pulp Fiction, to put it bluntly, had content. Besides being the single most inspirationally revolutionary film of the 90's, the predominant themes of redemption, religious right, and philosophy all came through in shining hall-of-fame colors. This worked brilliantly with Tarantino's insanely Kubric-esque obsession with details in film, and the cinematic and pop-culture references were right on spot.

Kill Bill is not about anything. You could say it's about chivalry, but you wouldn't really be kidding anybody. And that's lame anyway. You could say it's about revenge. Whoopee. Revenge. No, the truth is Kill Bill is not much more than a ten-year-in-the-works magnum opus of a brilliant director who is immaturely eager to prove to the world that he is artsy, learned, well-read, and intelligent. Kill Bill shows me three things: 1) Quentin Tarantino watches a lot of movies. and 2) Quentin Tarantino is well-read. and 3) Quentin Tarantino is intelligent. But that doesn't make it a good movie.

2) It also concerns me that the pseudo-intellectual and quasi-artsy pop-references from the 70's that Tarantino infuses throughout his films get lost in the esotericism of cinema. I mean, seriously - who really caught all the Shaws Bros. references, the Red Apple cigarettes, the oddly-devised Tarantino stamped soundtrack, and probably the thousands of other references that I didn't catch because frankly, Tarantino is too intelligent for his own good - so intelligent, that we don't even notice or we don't even care.

3a) Shooting selective scenes in black-and-white, another in anime, and another in blue sillouhette makes a movie artsy (true), but it does not make it good.
3b) Basing a movie on 70's Samurai references from Shaws Brothers' films and infusing your film with cinematic knowledge and inside jokes makes a movie cool, but it does not make it good.
3c) For all of the hype regarding Tarantino as one of the greatest screenplay writers of all time, this script sucked. Period.

4) I can just see a fast-talking, nervous, Quentin Tarantino, sitting in the same house in Los Angeles for the last 6 years watching the rise of kung-fu, wu-shu, samurai, and what not into american films with the Matrix, Charlie's Angels, Art of War, etc. and thinking to himself, "I could do so much better than any of those idiots." I mean, don't forget, Tarantino was the one who brought Iron Monkey to the United States. He owns this genre right? Nobody knows it better than he does, right? right...

Mr. Tarantino, please believe that I still have the utmost respect for your intelligence, and Pulp Fiction will inevitably go down in history as one of the greatest films of all time. May Kill Bill be just a fluke.

Earlier, Jerry and I spent some time exchanging cooking recipes.

jrey77: and i put it with tomato sauce and mozerralla
car LOCO 69: salmon too
car LOCO 69: mad good
jrey77: garlic, butter salmon?
car LOCO 69: i use garlic salt, olive oil, and basil and butter
jrey77: man i'm trying to learn new things
jrey77: it's so exciting to think about what to cook after work
car LOCO 69: yo
car LOCO 69: you realize we're hella gay right
jrey77: reaffirm man, reaffirm
car LOCO 69: rekhanize

Calvin, to his dismay, has joined what is known as "The Real World" - and not the T.V show.

JizzdustER: when the fuck
JizzdustER: did the goddamn rewards get soo small
JizzdustER: like, remember hwne u were a kid ....
JizzdustER: like, ur parents are like, "yeah work hard & u can be " ... i dunno, president of the u.s.
JizzdustER: or like, work hard & u can be a fuckin astronaut
JizzdustER: and now it's fuckin
JizzdustER: work hard and u can get 3 days off for thanksgiving

Take it with a grain of salt.

peterlsb: well as long as he does a no limit cage match with jesse ventura i'm sold
car LOCO 69: arnie would still tear him up dude
peterlsb: old 'predator' buddies
car LOCO 69: wwf is no match for mr. olympia
car LOCO 69: or whatever he was
peterlsb: who would've thought two stars of the movie predator would be governor

Taken from Stan's Blog:

drungken munk ee: i'm gonna roll now. i'll check you later like a procrastinating form-filler.
drungken munk ee signed off at 9:20:34 PM.

my witty friend, you are voltaire squared.

I hope you all took the opportunity to vote. My mother did.

Cjambalos: i g2g-and VOTE:-(
Cjambalos: shit-i dont want to wake up with terminator as governor

Thank you SBC Snet for finally giving me DSL - I will now be able to post more often. The AIM draught is over. I am officially online, 24/7.

Also, Dave and I are looking for people to come with us to Lake Tahoe and Reno during Thanksgiving break - specifically from the 27th to the 29th. ARE YOU DOWN?

Why are Deans of schools always fat, slobby, mayonaise-sandwich eating, condescendingly ignorant pieces of fat lard shit? Do they all grow from the same farm in the hick-south?

I have had the pleasure of receiving personal disciplinary invitations from over 4 Deans now at many different institutations and slowly they are all beginning to blur in my mind. They are all the same person.

On a more confusing note, last week after the Dean kicked me out of a public dress rehearsal, a few days later, he invited me to a private reception for Emmanuel Ax. Does this make sense? Is it a trap? Am I going to walk into the reception to a swarm of Yale-security rent-a-cops?

Current tasks: Nursing a fractured thumb.