Quarta-feira, 31 Janeiro 2007

Counterfeit accomplis

Interweb, I want to share with you a labour-saving device that rivals the hair curling iron, the vacuum cleaner, and the electric kettle - put together - in the sheer amount of basking in the warm glow of unearned leisure it brings. I'd talk this marvel up until you're fit to burst with the suspense, but personally I'm more excited than a fangirl hearing on the gapevine of a new Johnny Depp flick. So, without further ado, I bring you Recoining.

"The term Blogosphere was coined on Septermber 10, 1999 by Brad L. Graham, as a joke. It was re-coined in 2002 by William Quick and was quickly adopted and propagated by the warblog community" (Wikipedia)

I'm sure I don't need to link you to Quick's blog to show where he trumpets his innovative achievement, as the fame of his deed echoes across the Blogosphere at a level where if internetters weren't so into porn and other forms of self-stimulation they'd have composed the epic of e-Cid about him.

And rightly so!

Think about it. Instead of sweating over the futile task of being original in a world where nothing is original, all one needs to do is take any term and re-coin it. Ingenious.

I'm pondering just which word to roll through the counterfeiter. There are so many, after all, to choose from. "The"? No, silly. "Pop Culture"? Possibly. To be honest, I'm not pondering, but hitting a wall. I suppose it's not the concept so much as the process of stamping one's own head on the counterfeit coin that I'm having trouble with. Re-coining, I suspect, takes a far harder and larger (I'd say Regal) head than I possess.

One day, maybe, I'll get there, and at least I know that there's a lot of eager consumers out there willing to use counterfeit culture to buy life's little luxuries. Until then I have people like William Quick to admire, and so do you. There is something truly great to aspire to still.

Isn't that a reassuring thought?

 

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Ah! MEGAMI-SAMA DRINKING GAME

Now that the new season of American Idol has come out, I’ve sadly had to delete all my fucking RSS feeds because not a single blogger on the web can refrain from giving me the fucking play-by-play.


Hey, man, I liked American idol as well, about two, three years ago. But it’s the same fucking thing for six years. Even if I do still catch it once in a while, do I really need to hear your detailed description of someone singing like a fool? Sorry, but the written word just doesn’t capture that.

So, as a tribute to TV that isn’t a million years old, a drinking game for the Wuthering Heights of Modern Japan:

"BERUDANDI!!!" = One Shot

"KEIICHI-SAN!" = Two Shots
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Men in Black - 96th Best Movie

Director: Barry Sonnenfeld Starring: Will Smith, Tommy Lee Jones, Rip Torn, Girl Part of my 100 Best Movies in History Series.

Men in Black star Rip Torn is Best Known for his Role on ‘The Larry Sanders Show’. A comedy about the industry?! It’s like I’m laughing with the stars!

There’s nothing more I love watching than Rich Actors bitch about their jobs! It must be so difficult reading lines on camera, and then making millions of dollars!

Some of you might have a bias against Men In Black, and I don’t blame you. I remember for a few years there, you couldn’t go a fucking minute without hearing those stupid fucking Will Smith songs. Especially ‘Gettin’ Jiggy With It’. Why the fuck do they play songs so much like that? Even if it’s a good song, do you think I’m going to go out and buy the CD when I hear that song everywhere I go, or every time I turn on the radio? Do I need to hear "Jiggy" in my sleep as well? That’s a rhetorical question, because when you play the same retarded song that often, I start to hear it in my fucking nightmares.

This is a hilarious comedy (or ‘an hilarious comedy’ as we film critics say), with lots of cools special effects and so on, but the thing that really makes this film a classic is all the retarded closplayers you get when you do an image search. Even better than the cosplayers is the fucks who cleverly spoof this movie by wearing a suit, or black clothing.

A-hahaha! They’re priests! They’re Men in Black! A-haha! Good one Guys!

Avoid the sequel if possible. It has it’s moments, but for the most part it’s a turd. Speaking of Sonnenfeld sequels, avoid, at every fucking cost, that piece of shit ‘Adams Family Values’. Come to think of it, Sonnenfeld is lucky to have make two or three good movies considering he’s not much more than a Tim Burton-wannabe. I like a lot of Burton films, but you could easily pick a less gothy idol. Suicide time-bomb isn’t something to aspire to, man.

Most of the Rotten Tomatoes critics admit they like this, with reservation (’It’s good, for Hollywood, that is, if Hollywood could even be called good. I mean, not a single person came out of the closet, and it seemed to almost glorify females, instead of geniusly suggesting they should all be killed! But I mean it was alright, in an unintellectual sort of way’).
However, one reviewer, Mick LaSalle, or as he’ll be known to posterity, "Einstein TIMES INFINITY", was brave enough to defy even his Mensa group and pan this movie:
‘At times, it may succeed at manipulating you, but you won’t like it."
HOLY SHIT! God forbid someone trick me into being entertained! Once I thought I enjoyed myself watching a movie, and it turns out it was all a clever ruse! I felt like I’d been raped!
And do you know what the point of reading a review is, fuckhead? It’s to hear your opinion, not what you think mine will be. I already know my fucking opinion, asshole. For example: In my opinion, the Chronicle should throw your ass on the street.
But seriously, thank you for telling me what I think, White Jesus.
"Men in Black'’ is summer fluff that admits to being summer fluff, but it’s no better off for admitting it… Sonnenfeld uses odd angles and wide lenses to view the action with a sardonic eye, as if the onscreen events were a joke between director and audience. But if “Men in Black'’ is a joke, who’s the joke on?"
I think he just tried to out-wink you, Men-in-Black. What a wonderful Yin and Yang: Sometimes a great success is just as entertaining as a spectacular fail. Let me try to be a critic, "Who’s the joke on? Why, the consumer who just payed fifty cents for this newspaper! Haha, good show!"
Finally we figure out what our fine Mr. LaSalle didn’t like about the film:
"After the laughs comes the uneasiness. The men in black make the shenanigans in the Nixon White House look naive, a pair of Constitution-flouting functionaries as heroes. At one point, K explains to young Agent J that the public must be protected from itself, that people do not need to know the truth."
What the fuck?!?!? This is the funniest fucking thing I’ve read in my life. Nixon? "Constitution-Flouting"? Listen, Dr. LaSalle, this film is a parody of what stupid people believe, and if that offends your sense of ethics, maybe it’s time to look deep within.
It takes a special kind of prick to use a review about a UFO-comedy to write a scathing condemnation of a dude that no one likes, and who by that time had already been dead a few years. Hey, the next movie I’m going to review is "Run, Lola, Run!" And I’m using it as an opportunity to show that tyrant Augustus what for!

I found this delightful gem doing an image search: Fat-Cracker and Whitey (pictured) Charm their Way into our Hearts and Funnybones in this Spot-on Internet Parody of a Blockbuster Film!

Ugly-Sexy - The chick is pretty hot, actually, and a good actress. She single-handedly salvaged that heavy-handed swing-and-miss Dogma. But she’s not really in this one too much. I hate it when they use a pretty girl as a prop. Like, either write a decent character, or fore-go boobies in your movie. If I want to see boobs for no other reason than to see boobs, I have heaps of porn bookmarked. I watch a comedy to laugh not to masturbate.
Oh, and that knowing smirk? Don’t fucking do that please.
Anti-Establishment - Not only not anti-establishment, but it manages to piss off people who still have a bone to pick with Nixon, or at least it manages to piss off paranoid psychos like Mark LaSalle, who presumably lives in some unibomber shack in the woods still gritting his teeth that this movie would mock the horrible truths about Nixon shredding Area 51 documents that he’s || this close to uncovering.

This From a Site that Made me Scream "What the Fuck Kind of Parents?" Ladies and Gentlemen, We’re Looking at the Next JonBenet Ramsey.
Rock and Roll - The music here is shit. As soon as you see the credits coming press stop. I already spend the entire latter half of the nineties listening to that retarded song.
Rotten Tomatoes Pull-Quote - I enjoyeth this film as one enjoys watching a small child complete a crossword puzzle! Amusing only in its primitive barbarism! Jolly good! Well I never!
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Massive Fucking Shark

Normally I hate blogs that have link-only posts, but THIS one is worth it. That’s the most insane looking fish I’ve ever seen.

-Caio

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Who the Fuck?

Who the Fuck?

January 23, 2007

Who the fuck cares about my health so much that it bothers them I smoke at home, or in the alley behind my work? For all the ever-loving care they exude upon me, for the healthy decades they want to add to my life, where are all these people when I need it? If all of you anti-smoking activists really want to do me a favour, give me some money when I’m broke. Fill in for me at work. Help me do my taxes. Because from my point of view, all you folks are doing is condemning me to an extra-long life of shit and stress, and taking away my primary form of relaxation.

I know second-hand smoke is unhealthy, and you’ll catch me dead before you catch me smoking around non-smokers. And I’d never smoke in front of kids. If I see a kid, I hide my cigarette, even if it burns my hand. And if I smoke in public, I find a hidden place to do it. I don’t want to blow smoke in people’s face - it’s rude to make people smell you.

A) Smoking Makes You Hot. B) Ugly People are Bitter and Complain about Stupid Shit that Doesn’t Affect them Personally. C) ??? I don’t want to draw any conclusions based on what we educated people call a "syllogism" but I’m just sayin’…

I’m young, so I haven’t been in the workforce for decades, but I remember when I was guaranteed, by law, five minutes an hour. Now I get thirty minutes every four hours unless I’ve got a boss who smokes as well and feels some sympathy.

There was a time when people who worked office jobs were not only allowed to smoke, but to drink. Seriously. They weren’t allowed to get pissed, but they could sip on something to calm their nerves. Us modern folk are working the same jobs, same hours, and we can’t smoke or drink? All we have is coffee, and I don’t know about you but coffee makes me a fuck of a lot more fucking tense, man. You expect me to do quality work, and you provide me no means of marginalizing the stress and focusing on what I’m fucking doing? Fuck you, man.

Why do you think people spend all day at work not doing shit but surfing the net and sending knock-knock joke e-mails. If you’ve got a four+ hour stretch of nothing but work, you’re not going keep your focus that long, without some kind of release. I can sip a drink as I work, and I can run out for five minutes to smoke, but if I loose my focus and start sending retarded joke e-mails, I’m done for that four hours. There’s your productivity issues right there man.

And fuck a long life. You know, I still have a longer life ahead of me smoking than most of humanity has ever been gifted - longer than most people alive today can expect. Ever been to an old-world museum with graves? The average peasant (nearly everyone) was damned lucky to make it to thirty years of age. If I can make it to even 45 smoking, that’s still a blessed gift from modern civilization. I’m not gonna get greedy and beg for eighty.

So here’s my question to you, internet: Who are these people who don’t want me to smoke in an alley, or in the comfort of my own home, or to drink at work? They must have stress. They must live in the real world. How do they let it out so they can live their lives? I’ll tell you: They fuck shit up for other people under the bullshit excuse of ‘caring about humanity’. Those pussies who care about humanity are doing nothing but laughing with schadenfreude.
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Google Stops Being A Cunt (Possibly)

I read this article and I hope it’s not just meaningless bullshit hype. Especially as Google has a censorship deal with the Chinese Government, and may have helped inadvertently throw an activist in prison themselves. Don’t be fucking evil indeed.
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Hundred Best Movies - Supplementary Feature

When I was using Google Image Search to find some Pulp Fiction pics to steal for the last article, I saw a dark underbelly of the Internet I never want to see again.

The first site I tried was some kind of insane fan fiction site, or possibly some kind of proposed sequel. I was going to link it, but I was sort of embarrassed for the author’s sake and thought he would be best off left alone, in his tiny, but no doubt more comfortable, isolated world, safe from the pity and scorn his site begs for.

Then I find this movie review site where they claimed Pulp Fiction was "The American Graffiti of Crime Movies". Fucking what? American Graffiti? American fucking Graffiti? If I had never seen Pulp Fiction before, and I read that review, I would never touch any Tarantino flick fucking ever.

And then, to intensify the madness, I get linked to this motherfucking German site with fifty fucking Java applets on it. My CPU went fucking insane for fifteen minutes - so insane that I couldn’t turn off or reboot it. Once I finally got the computer working again and restarted, my Firefox was broken, so I had to fucking reinstall it thanks to that fucking Kraut, and I lost all my RRSes.

Well, my first reaction was to loudly scream that the Krauts never suffered for the Holocaust and that we should start killing all their women and children indiscriminately. I calmed down a bit, though, and I take back my genocide-revenge threats, but I will say this: I will give Firefox or Google literally two months salary to make it so it blocks system-destroying pages, or to assassinate the guy who invented Java who is once again leading the very impressionable German race down yet another dark and dangerous path.

In conclusion, having had a chance to observe some of Pulp Fiction’s fans, I’m strongly considering taking it off my ‘best of’ list.

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Pulp Fiction - 97th Best Movie

Director: Quitin Tarantino Starring: Bruce Willis, Samuel L. Jackson, Faceless-Suicide-Cult Shithead  Part of my 100 Best Movies in History Series. 

 

I don’t think I need to say much about the movie itself. I’m sure you could google "pulp fiction" and find all kinds of motherfucking crazy essays about how this movie is a deep and elaborate metaphor for life or something. Who fucking reads those anyway? I’m not gonna say this wasn’t one of the best movies of all times, but it was a flawed classic.

Ugly Sexy - This movie is what the ‘ugly-sexy’ category was created for. Uma Therman is pretty hot, but Jesus Christ Quintin managed to make her annoying. Here’s the problem when a video-store clerk virgin makes movies: Girls with "Free Spirits".  You know, the kind of girl who goes to off-beat restaurants, and has a craaaazy haircut, and uses obscure, outdated slang and other words people never fucking use?

When I was fourteen, I thought a certain kind of girl was hot. The kind of girl who wore wacky clothing and said random shit and went to quirky hang-outs. Their eccentricity was attractive: they were "free spirits" and boy did I want their pussy to take me to magical lands of non-conformity.

Of course, I grew up a bit and started dating some of those free spirit girls. It turns out that all the random shit they say is just to cover up how boring they are on the inside, and the wacky clothes and quirky restaurants reflect some fucked up low self-esteem issues. On top of that they’re unpredictably bitchy. I’m sure it makes them think they’re edgy when they scream at you about how you’re too hypnotized by society or whatever, but they really just come across as cunts. 

Look at that fucking hair. What the shit? I believe at this point in the film she was saying "What’s the diddly-o, Daddy-o?" or something retarded.

And that’s the girls on this film - especially Uma’s character. A fourteen year old virgin’s wet dream and an older guy’s disturbing nightmare.

See, when Quitin was making this movie, he still hadn’t become massively famous yet, so he hadn’t gotten layed and still thought that bullshit was hot. Thank God bitches have been ganking him for his dollars between the success of this movie and the making of Kill Bill, because he finally figured out how to make a sexy girl hot. Which shouldn’t be a fucking challenge if you think about it.

Anyhow, this movie’s sexiness is mainly targeted at the ladies, not the fellas. Hell, half the movie is shirtless guys with reassuring smiles. I’m not into that, but I can enjoy this softcore porn for the art behind it - never before has man-flesh been whored in such a creative way. I mean, I’m not really into guys, but the ladies need eye-candy too, and I’m sophisticated enough enjoy this film platonically.

Anti-establishment Angst - I didn’t pick anything up, but I’d do a google if I were you. This fucking action-comedy has been so fucking over-analysed that I’m sure someone out there has explained in detail that it’s a metaphor for, I dunno, Ronald Reagan or some shit.

Rock and Roll - The music on this is fucking awesome. So awesome indeed that they decided not to include a lot of it on the soundtrack. Thanks a fucking lot. You’ve sure convinced me not to file-share!!!
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98th Best Movie - Smoke Signals

Director: Chris Eyre Starring: Adam Beach, Evan Adams, Irene Bedard Part of my 100 Best Movies in History Series.

This was my original review:

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I’m not sure if I’m allowed to joke about natives, because in my part of Canada we’re still fucking them over pretty bad and I don’t wanna sound like a dumbshit redneck. Aside from that, I get the feeling that this movie was saying something important about contemporary life as a native, and I’ve never lived on a rez or anything, so I might sound a bit foolish. So I’m going to just say that this is a really good movie that you should see, and address another related issue.

I saw this movie while I was living in San Fransisco, at this little indy theatre. It wasn’t in a gay part of town, and so I didn’t realize till it was too late that this was a very gay theatre that was playing a non-gay movie (I found out later that they mainly play gay romantic comedies). How did I realize this at the time? Because I was drinking a lot of pop, I go to take a piss, and instead of urinals in the men’s room, they had two lidless toilets that were literally touching. Fucking touching, which means that if you yourself are taking a pee, you have to rub up against the dude next to you. Motherfucker.

Hey, that’s fine if you only play gay pornos and you want gay people to have gay sex in your theatre, but this movie wasn’t about gayness at all, goddamnit.

I respect the gay community, and I want us all to live together in marriage and peace, but maybe you’d get more friends amongst the straights if you didn’t make them pee while touching you in your movie theatres. You know, some people have trouble peeing when there’s someone else around - I’m not saying me, but some people - so that’s like x10 when you have to pee while touching someone.

But then I look this movie up on Rotten Tomatoes and what do I fucking see?

"A resolutely so-so movie puffed beyond all recognition by non-First Nation critics looking to expiate their dimly-felt sense of historic debt."
What a dumb whitey cunt. I get APTN and I’ve seen a lot of crappy stupid movies and shows from the First Nations, but this wasn’t one of those. This movie was fucking hardcore. That fuckhead probably thought of that pull-quote before he even fucking saw the movie.
But I figured, "Maybe this dude isn’t a dumb cunt, and he was just having a bad day." So I decided to do a little research:
This ugly cracker, Martin Scribbs (not pictured for your sake), calls himself The Low IQ Canadian. That name already leads me down two dark and depressing paths of ’shiteater’. This guy is either some middle-class dude trying to transparently and pathetically sell himself as working-class, or he’s so ironic he’s actually evolved into a new type of human being that we mere average-intelligence mortals couldn’t possibly hope to understand. The pull-quote lead me to believe it was the former, but as soon as I saw the first ten-page Matrix essay I knew he was the infinitely-worse latter.
Seriously, one of this asshole’s top movies of all time was ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’. After watching that shit I began to realize that all there is to making a critically acclaimed masterpiece is to use wacky camera techniques, poetry quotes and make sure none of my shots last longer than an eighth of a second.
This pale fucking bleach jug even calls himself a fucking poet, and in addition to movie reviews, writes lengthy essays like "Fifteen Critical Styles — And Three Hypothetical Approaches" and "Capitalist Culture and Its Discontents". This is the kind of upper-middle-class snobby shithead that makes me literally want to kill every fucking white person I see. I wrote a little poem for you, Martin "Genius" Scribbs. It’s "free-form" poetry as you intellectuals say:
whitey cunt
can’t shut his mouth
shiv the fucking cracker
See. I didn’t capitalize it, which is symbolic for my generation’s disdain for capitalism. Can I join your superior brainy culture now?
In other news, the chick in smoke signals is a fucking hottie:
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