Monday, December 31, 2012


PIC 3 from top: man but do i want X FILES to come some capacity...whether a new series or another okay-not-brilliant-but-decent-kinda-subpar-but-alright film...the Truth is out there, but it's taking a long-ass time to come by the Truth...also, "24" movie...yeah, let's adrenaline is tanking...especially after seeing Jack Bauer in Melancholia off himself, i need to be jarred the other way.
1. any strip poker in your life? strip spin-the-bottle? any resultant nudity? details please: well since you said please so nicely, i'll spill. no...i mean, maybe in college, every good and bad thing ever happened to me in college...i probably did, but was too *green* to remember, i was taking a massive amount of late-night environmental classes...while stoned off my ass. oh, there was this one time i played strip naked seven-minutes-in-heaven...the maid was cleaning the closet at the time...that's how we met...
2. did Naked Twister lead to anything further?
Timmy: Jimmy, i'm ready to poo.
Jimmy: what? i'm having my oatmeal over here, whaddaya want?
Timmy: Jimmy, it's time for me to poo...remember what we talked about?
Jimmy: oh come on, wait 'til i have my grapefruit juice first.
Timmy: i'm gonna poo! i can't wait! it's coming!
...oh...that's...this off-Broadway one-act play i created during the break...still working on, naked Twister? no, i don't do that stuff, even regular Twister, the rules of that game are too complicated for my small peanut brain to grasp.
3. did Truth or Dare ever lead to nudity or fondling? nudity, no. fondling, yes. i was big into Madonna in those days, still am, but this was during her Truth or Dare days. i was engaging in some heavy pop-culture wordplay with my bespectacled friend Norbert. Norbert wasn't a geek, just misunderstood. five squirrel-licks later, there's me having to dress in a Madonna leotard, fondling Norbert...'s hair, touching Norbert's hair, messing it up, ol' Norbert hated when people played with his finely-coiffed hair.
4. key parties, recount: ah, key parties, a staple of the '70s. i wasn't quite of age to partake in them, but i did live them in a way. one word, one movie title: The Ice Storm, PIC 4 from top. yep, Sigourney Weaver, a '70s key party, as groovy as it gets. y'know, that movie was one of the first i rented from this place which was run by a cool mustachioed lawyer and his hot after-goth babe employee at the counter, one of the first places i staked my stakes in when i moved to this area. yeah, that's around the time i started getting serious about movie-watching, i was done with the popcorn summer blockbusters, i wanted to start watching and studying films, not movies, the stuff that are studied in film classes, the foreign stuff by the legends, the obscure indies, i wanted to get lost in that stuff, it hurts a pop-culture maven writer like myself when his source of material is limited because he hasn't seen a certain film and thus misses the reference that everyone else gets at a party, y'know...a key party.
5. unexpected co-ed skinny dipping in a group? skinny-dipping, yea. unexpected, no. what was unexpected was the doody that was floating around in the pool, some dude yelled DOODY!!! and all of us babes and studs had to flee the scene completely naked and scamper across the golf course late at night like chickens with our heads cut off. later, i'm not so offended by doody as my friends were, so i decided to eat the biggie, 'twas but a candy bar...yea, you've caught me, thanks to the fine folks at Netflix, i just watched last night Caddyshack, the good version of the film, the uncut, uncensored version, i give it three thumbs up...i have three thumbs.
bonus: do you have a favorite fantasy about a sexy party? share now: well, there's what actually happens at a party for me these days, and then there's the fantasy, the fantasy is always more luscious, the fantasy involves a threesome with two blogger friends of mine, one who is taking a dangerous plane ride to promote her art, i find that so admirable and hot, and the other who i'm fighting with currently...hopefully, we can make amends, for makeup sex is always the raunchiest kind of sex...

Friday, December 28, 2012


everybody out there, help me out here with this one. please participate.
the Oscars telecast is famous for its In Memoriam segment, where we all take a moment to remember those we lost in the film industry this year, their bright faces shine on the silver screen as maudlin, sometimes inspirational, music plays in the background. well, blogs and bloggers can be memorialized in this way, too. blog friends are fickle, they can be your bestest friend in the whole wide world ever one minute, a wisp of online air that disappears in the night the next, never to be heard from again. hey, i sympathize, i can relate, lord knows how many times i've wanted to delete this albatross of a blog i've got here and move on, whatever "on" may mean. so, in the spirit of this being the last week (ever), think of three blogging friends of yours whom you've lost contact with, either they deleted their blog, they were forced to delete their blog, you woke up one morning to find their blog deleted against their will, ahem, like me, ahem, Blogger, fuck you Blogger, i lost over 500 followers at my previous blog, i'll never forgive you for that...or the blog is simply the way, there is something surreal and eerie about an abandoned blog, ya feel me? it just sits there, stuck on a date eight months ago, you feel that the author wasn't done expressing her thoughts, there's more to say, that's why it's abandoned and not deleted, it's still there, it still exists, if she can only reach the keyboard again, extricate herself out of the dire situation she is in which is preventing her from posting anew, it leaves her readers with a sense of worry but also sparks the imagination as to where she is now, what she's doing, what she's doing at this very second to get by/live her life.
yeah, so instead of the usual five questions which you find here at this time each week, list the 3 blogs/bloggers you miss and explain what made these online people special to you, leave them with a little end-of thank-you note for all that they did for you in coping with whatever in your life. now don't go revealing any aliases or breaking confidentiality agreements or anything, don't go causin' trouble now, keep the anonymous anonymous, this is meant to be a fun game, not a lawsuit. follow my example in the comments section. happy holiday season, my beloved babies. oh, my own future? all signs point to hazy, we'll see what happens with a few of my spoons in the pot this coming month...

Wednesday, December 26, 2012


click above on the Dresden Codex for #5 of 5, The End
God Dies
He became embarrassed of His creation, ashamed, and after soul-searching the universe, He decides to land here back on Earth as is His wont to accept the final Melancholia consequence.
God is comprised of a floating ball of light for a head with a face that looks like every human's face who has ever lived or will live, no flowing white beard and locks as is depicted by the master artists, rather, God sports a buzz cut after all the suffering. two long arms are by the face, suspended by magic in the air, the right arm is robed in black, the left in red, and there's a pocket protector that God wears which contains in it all of mankind's evil, the greed, the crime, the war, the religious wars, and the innocent lives lost in the pursuit of whatever motive
the black arm has packed into it the sinews and veins of human progress, from Adam's rib to a Roman shield to blood wine to a Wall coming down to a sword made of ivory to Genghis Khan's furry hat, Galileo's telescope, Michelangelo's hand and pizza, Frankenstein's bolts, an industrial workmanship, a computer key which births the first internet troll, Kurt's powder-blue guitar, Billy Corgan's seminal creativity, a calculator, and a split rock, it all unfurls like the shiniest flag
i am bone-exhausted, i am soaking wet, i am splayed out hard into the ground, my face is caked in mud from that massive water incident two poems ago, i survived, barely, i don't have the strength but i can just barely manage to lift my face from the mud and reach my eye to view what is going on
the Mayflower begins to sail on invisible air, its moorings form the boundary of where God will do His final work.
there is a bridge, do you see it? there is a covered bridge, covered in used love notes and tissue paper, the bridge is over an uncrossable waterway that is filled with acid and human divorces, this bridge connects two plots of land, the green one God is on now, and a yellow one...
God's red sleeve uncurls to reveal a short list of those who understood what love was, there is the one and only love note which got answered, the one internet romance which was real, the one reality-show marriage which lasted, and a dump pile of remote controls and computer mice.
not long now, Melancholia is slowly churning into the first side(s) of Earth, beautiful Earth, our only earth, the doomed planet, our only home which we took for granted, too late to crow about it now, three times the black crow crows
God is tired, too, and ready to go, His final transformation: a rusty lead pipe comes out of His nose, it forms straight up like Pinocchio's nose and begins shooting out slips of paper with pithy writings on them, as if all of this human experience can be summed up like so many Chinese fortune cookie sayings, centuries and centuries of human living outlined in a few types and final doom sentences:
it was the wrong crucifix
it's a Wonderful Life, it's some sort of life, anyway
Art will never pay, but i, me, the late phoenix, will die for Art broke and penniless forever
Imagination will always trump Information, remember that as you turn on your computer again
oh what a stirring sound we humans make!
those clicking boxes in my dreams are the clicking boxes in my nightmare
what can we lose if we lose our memories?
what do we have to show for it in the end, Love or Lunch?
the rumbling becomes too much to bear, it's an eternal rumbling that sounds eerily like a baby's first cry, Mother Earth was a hot babe but everyone loses their looks eventually, and the Brain was poisoned by pop culture, my mother, you should see my mother now, she has the quintessential TOTC attitude when she hears of tragedies now, it's like, what can i do? apathy is squirming its way into empathy, Too Old To Care, too many years logged on our doomed Dome World
the clouds form a wreath for God's head, flickering light now, the OFF switch pops out of His spleen just in time
the covered bridge, i can just see through the bridge, on the other side there is a patch of land, my skin is so sore, there is a table, on the table there are 16 glasses filled to the brim with champagne, a steady mark beat hits the glasses, forming a thud circle like in that Jurassic Park movie, why else set up glasses except for a party? this slight peek, over the peaks of human understanding, another dimension?
in this one cheesy dimension, no, comfortable dimension, inside the champagne glasses is this one last music: CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK
there is fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear
fear of the unknown, who will be our Daddy now? the Earth is gone destroyed...but our ultimate fear is of connecting with people strange to you
there is love love love love love love love love love love love love love love
no, we haven't the first clue on true love, two lifetimes of studying and reading to do
there is song song song song song song song song song song song song song song
that song in the car we know all the lyrics to, all the chord progressions, it's familiar, it gets us by, our familiar, the familiar spirit
there is fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear
there is love love love love love love love love love love love love love love
there is song song song song song song song song song song song song song song
fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear
love love love love love love love love love love love love love love
song song song song song song song song song song song song song song
fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear love love love love love love love love love love love love love love song song song song song song song song song song song song song song

Monday, December 24, 2012


1. what is the best thing you received for Crimbus? haven't Crimbussed yet, a mere day away, i'm just hoping i get two lumps in the stocking this time instead of one, that way we can make coal soup. mmmmmmmmm, coal soup. Father Crimbus, what'd you say, huh? make a phoenix's Crimbus wish come true.
2. what is the best gift you gave for Crimbus? i'm dreaming...of a White Crimbus...yeah, and we all know what the white's not snow, it's something else, some other fluid...made in bed...
3. what is your Crimbus wish? i'm so tired from everything i've had to endure this month, it came at me from all sides, both internal and external, it's a miracle i'm still here, this month has felt like two, i just hope i continue on and it was all worth friends becoming lovers, it can happen, only on The Hub and in my dreams.
4. what are your plans for New Year's Eve? i'm taking apart my Doomsday Bunker, selling the extra food rations and gas masks i had packed in there to buy a car so i can drive up the highest mountain and build another Doomsday Bunker just in case the scientists calculated the Mayan date wrong.
bonus: how did you, or rather how do you, prepare for the End of the World?: all i can say as a simple response to this little ditty is read my post this Wednesday, it will be the greatest post i ever write...

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


click above on Billy Corgan and his epic Crimbus sweater for #4 of 5
there was excitement when i discovered this, it was like finding a rare squiggly-lined home movie of your hero in music and in life. actually, yes, that's exactly what it was.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


click above, the time is drawing near, soon, very soon, the planet Melancholia will smash into Earth, and it will all be over. #3 of 5
i'm in water, in the middle of a vast ocean with no landing in sight, i'm the character in the last crayon drawing of a poor little girl who died of cancer in the hospital, i live out her final wish being the actor in her play, i'm memories, last thoughts, and clips of the past
too tired to move on, to reach for air, to gasp again, but i've made it thus far somehow, not on steam and motivation, but on miserable luck
Dad's Ghost is my swim partner in the salty seas, he was never salty, just hard-going when it came to telling the truth
xmas party, i'm the mistletoe virgin
must remember to take my scheduled 2PM-3PM nap, that's where i rest my head, calm my racing thoughts, and dream up song lyrics and song melodies, they come to me without effort, but FUCK FUCK FUCK i always FUCKING forget the beautiful melodies and chord progressions i envision, they're not there when i wake up, and i bemoan my station in life, that coulda been a #1 selling song on the charts, i could be rich and famous now, i could be next to Seth in line to be interviewed by Barb Walters in her upcoming Fascinating People special
it's all over, it's just begun, a new start of overs, begun into more nevers
water creeping up inside my gullet now, more salt is never a good thing unless on pasta
my physical heart was never the problem, it was strengthening the interior one with exercises of kindness and blog kindness, so rare a commodity these days
the last tree, the last bush, the last Bush
what does it really mean for it all to end?
to end, to end, but the end must find a space in an area which is not the end
the show's over, but the ghosts of the show's actors remain in the lips of those dead and gone but who wrote about what they saw and others saw that online and online is no more but the wisps and thoughts of something are typing again on an unknown planet which is really Earth reborn into another false religion which is typing up new pamphlets to hand out to the adoring congregation and the burden of non-belief gives way to the burden of belief and i'm drowning, so why do i see things clearly for the first time? the water is so murky and yet my eyes are crystal clear
the last joke is the funniest
to not have a life was your life, your destiny is right around the corner, needs more types, more emails, back and forth respond and comment to comment and comment on that comment, 12/12/12, 2012 is really Year Zero
solitary, no boats, paddling silently on an ocean of calm, dead calm, the dead ocean already dead and springing with new lifeforms, another oil spill is par for the course, eventually it all clears up, everything clears up everything eventually eventually eventually
root canals are merely meditative opportunities: Murry Crimbus and a happy Last Year
music music of the sea, a red-haired mermaid glances at me with a childhood nostalgia arrow perched aiming at my third eye
poor girl who died, another shooting, another reason to blend trains of thought into an infomercial blender
a fixed moment in time, a fixed point in time
and *BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB*88888888888888888888888888888888888 star mass Star Mass continued to be continued...somehow...sometime...after these messages, we'll return to the show...swirl swirl swirl swirlie...giant beautiful double-helix shape discovered just in time, everything forms into the double-helix, i'm being sucked in, sucked...AND YOU CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK, LISTEN TO THIS WHILE CLUTCHING THE HAND OF YOUR SISTER IN A MAGIC CAVE WITH A GOLDEN TICKET BY YOUR SIDE...this is Romantic music, not melancholic music, Lars teaches us on the DVD extras...CLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT

Monday, December 10, 2012


well, in only a few hours, i go see my dentist, this could be the end, i could die from an infection started at the root of the excruciatingly painful right side of my jaw straight to my already-frenzied brain. funny thing is, i think the woman i'm gonna see is the star of all these local ads around here where i live featuring her and her dentist family, she's quite the babe, so at least she'll be gentle with me when the time comes, i've got that going for me as the time nears.
1. during the December holiday season, do you fuck out with another family, chill alone by yourself, kick it with the fam, or go to your secret-rendezvous lover? rendezvous IF IF IF somebody i know responds to my many non-stalkerish non-creepy emails. i use Crimbus to branch out, since i'm alone the rest of the 11 months.
2. what is your favorite holiday tradition each year? when i was young, i put on for my parents elaborate Christmas shows full of animatronic, Disneylandesque creatures and characters of my own creation, card games with the fam, candy and cocoa by the fire-break, and we'd end it all with some good Chipmunks holiday music. those were the days. now, well...
3. as you walk down the street a hot babe or gorgeous stud with a KISS ME sign is packin' some mistletoe. what's your next move? kiss, fuck, number, never see again
4. Santa sent you a frantic email detailing all of the naughty things you did this year as to why you're on the naughty list this year. what were those things? look, it was ONE time, man, let it go, Gramps, Mrs. Claus was shakin' that booty at me, man, i mean, y'know, i'm just a guy...bowl full of my jelly...
5. your punishment is that you have to, are forced to, learn about holiday cheer, you're locked in a room and can't get out until you watch an entire film on the subject, no food or water, which movie do you choose? A Christmas Story, It's A Wonderful Life, White Christmas, A Christmas Carol, either the 1938 original or the 1992 Muppets version: all of these films have been blogged to death, but the one thing i like about this question as it is originally on the wordpress site is the links to youtube trailers and clips, that is so ME, without youtube, this blog wouldn't be as colorful as it is, there's already too much black-and-white doom-and-gloom from the author, those exciting links to youtube vids full of others' comments from around the world always color these blog proceedings, don't they? this is a quandary for me, of course i'd have to go with the 1938 original, nothing beats the classics and the FIRST ONES, i have to be a film-critic-historian-asshole on that one, BUT at the same time, we're talking about the Muppets here, Jim Henson, the god of creativity...also, we're talking about the '90s here, which, as everyone knows, was THE decade of original thought and creativity, so...yeah...tough one...
bonus: the holidays are hectic, especially on one's teeth, so what do you do to "chill" and "heat things up" during this snow month? i hear ya about the teeth. i want my personal wish to come true, i want a stable lover, not necessarily a stable of lovers, but one plane stable lover, but i suppose i'm still human, so i want my global human wish to come true: peace on earth (until Melancholia hits us), and good will to men (and women, sexy sexy women). that's how i chill, by projecting my tiny problems onto the world with grand beauty-pageant stock answers. things are about to "heat up" for me now, i'm gonna get some unexpected emails from sexy womens from all over the world...god bless us, every head, uh, everyone.

Friday, December 7, 2012


Raji was an amazing new type of new kid who perfumed an air of arrogant confidence about him, an air seemingly disproportionate with his state of being new, new kids were supposed to be meek, humble, and at the ready to get beat down. Raji: shortish, short brown hair, thin, but smart, smart enough to be a smart-ass, there was an intellligence in his eyes, but it was mixed with the smugness of his lips when he talked down to people. idunno, looking back, this was just his defense mechanism, this is how he tried to fit in, we are all stupid kids just trying to get by on luck, hope, and smirks.
he was 4.0 like me, so shit, i couldn't top him there. our first encounter was as usual as his other encounters with the other students, he sized me up, knew i posed no threat, snickered at my gangly awkwardness and speech impediment, then muttered something to me about free period, i didn't hear him, or i didn't want to, i was no good with social situations much like i am today, so i remained mute, and he probably thought i was a deaf-mute, or dumb, the other definition of dumb, or actually, both definitions of dumb, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he knew he had conquered me, that i was with the nerds/freaks/geeks, and he could leave me to ascend the social ladder.
again, this whole situation was quite odd, for Raji wasn't your typical cool kid: he was new, didn't play sports, did well in school, looked like a rat, was a rat, and was an asshole, this was impossible what he was achieving. there was a wall between us all throughout the year which i assumed would stay mortared up forever, and i was quite content with that, i could recede back to being an unknown nobody who wrote in dark journals and had just listened for the first time to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" on a used discount-bin cassette tape, two years after everyone else, it changed my life, the others in my class knew about the song and the band, ho-hummed it, and went on. i never went on the same again.
well it's Christmas time, and who happens to be at the same altar-boy function as me? yep, Raji and his rich family and pleasant sister. cute happy bubbly sister, i thought, but she was still young, she didn't reflect the rest of the family, hadn't developed bad habits yet, she would probably end up being the white sheep. rich family, i was prepared for more of that trademark Raji arrogance and uppity noses, but the fat dad and pretty mom were nice enough, they talked to me like i wasn't a circus sideshow just because i wore eyeliner. this had to be the magic of Christmas, the time when a beautiful festive lens comes over everything, terrible personality traits smooth off into holiday cheer, and generally, people of different ilk come together for a purpose bigger than their own egos, in this case, caroling to the neighborhood.
whatever was going on, i didn't question it, Raji would return to his asshole ways come the stroke of midnight on Jan 1, so this was my one and only time to strike to talk. some of our greatest friends and loves arise and are formed out of the December holiday and winter season, it's the cold in the air that reminds everyone that they are human and the end is near, it's the last month, the last, the final month to make amends before it all ends into something new. friends and bitter enemies join as one over tinsel and nog, they take a break from their acting roles they've been performing on the school stage all year long, they're tired of their jock/bully/cheerleader/mean girl roles, they want to just be, take off their masks and stretch their limbs, sip some hot cider as the stage remains dark all month, closed for Christmas.
so, Raji's family, the priest, and i went about our way in our wool scarves and tacky sweaters, walking slowly up and down the row of houses, some were strewn openly with their bright Christmas lights, others were as black and silent and lonely as the night sky. we sang "Hark" and "Silent" and Father even allowed one "Jingle" to the appreciative folks listening to us belt from their front porches, we talked gibberish and the latest Transformers toys in between sips of hot chocolate laced with mini marshmallows...
then, we came upon a house that was lit with red, green, and silver, so we commenced with the singing. after the third carol, still no one came out of the door to greet us.
Raji turned his head to me and exclaimed, "Must be atheists."
i was still new to atheism, i had just begun piecing together what that was, me being the studious Catholic boy all my life, thinking of such things was blasphemous, but i got Raji, i knew what he was saying, and i laughed heartily, it wasn't a fake laugh, i really laughed, and Raji laughed at me, or with me, who knows? i have a strange laugh, we laughed, i snorted out chocolate from my nose, that was the first time i had seen Raji smile, a genuine smile, not a smirk. fuck, that was the first time i laughed uninterrupted and without pause to think about how this would affect my social standing in a long time.
i learned a lesson that day...about religious intolerance, false facades, how involuntary laughs tear down social ladders and glue us together, and hot church cocoa...but for the life of me i can't remember it now as i approach this Christmas...can you?