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I searched for "home town smell."

My google search for "Valentin image night" (Valentin) yielded these results:

What the holy bejesus does this have to do with my google search for "Mr. Shoulders?"

I found this when I did a google search for "flintstones hate boys drop monofilament." Cultural Psychobabble

And just for your enjoyment,

Enlightenment

Even Weirder

Christian conservatives who want to abolish school? Senators too? For all the wrong reasons, of course, but I'll add this to my devious little bag of tricks.

God hates gays...and school

I caught onto the whole Beastie Boys thing about ten years too late. I might get skinned alive for this, but I actually like Intergalactic. It's how you kids say..."Show me the boogie."

I just finished Catcher in the Rye. It stuck:

Once again, I was leaving my door behind. Quite farther behind than my parents would have liked. Nothing against them, just some things I needed to fix. I made my way north, past a few sleeping faces.

The streetlights were always dim. The city fell behind in its civil upkeep now and then. In fact, now. I didn’t want to ride my bike there, it wouldn’t play into my scenario very well. I’d show up at the door, “Uh, hi Rave, I’ve loved you since third grade. Can I put this in your garage or something? I don’t want the dew to rust it. Thanks.”

Her name’s Raven. It’s her most endearing quality; probably why I was so attracted to her in the first place. Sounds like something from a movie; I like that. Her parents were hippies. You know. I always imagined her sitting in a café in Paris or some crap like that. Like in the movies. Not here, not now. Never here, certainly. Maybe back in the sixteen-hundreds, when she was some Indian deity-war-goddess-thing. It would fit her.

I knew I was supposed to be thinking about things. Raven, me, me and Raven, life, existentialism, all of it. Any of it might do, but all I could see was this dog I saw earlier. It had worms, I assume; it was dragging its ass all over my driveway. My parents were rotating through a circular set of shock, anger, despair, uncontrollable laughter and brief horror as it started leaving little red streaks on the concrete. Luckily, it had the good sense to stop then, and we told its owners they should probably take it to the vet. I had to clean the driveway. Of course.
I found myself smiling. No time for smiling, I was trying to incubate worthy memories. Something I can revisit when I'm older, maybe by only a week.

Just so you can appreciate the effects of time: My humble beginnings

Man, there was a moment. And by the way, the CD's still for sale, along with a couple of new ones that'll make you want to kick your mom RIGHT IN THE FACE!!

Perhaps I should continue to allude to people and events I can't specify under layers of poetry that only I understand.

A little bird told me about a girl in its physics class. Real questions, spoken out loud, from her mouth:

"I don't get Earth. Do we live inside it or something? Because we can't see big buildings from space."

"Y'know how Earth has water and mountains and stuff? Well, do they have that on the moon, too?"

"Who was the first person to land on Mars?"

No joke.

I was listening to Blackbird and having one of those moment-caught-in-time-self-discovery moments that was absolutely priceless and poignant and DLEEELEEELEEEE the phone rings. "GOD DAAAAAMMIT!!!" It's my mom, she wants me to order chinese takeout. Find the place's number on the whitepages website, order, can't really understand what the person's saying. Put phone down, start going back to headphones and DLEEELEEELEEEE "GOOOOOOD DAAAAAAAAAAMMMMIIIIIIIIT!!!!" It's Bryan and he's coming over in half an hour to drop off recording equipment.

Oh well.

When feminism gets absurd to the point of humor: Snow Penis

I subscribe to an online DVD rental service run by a very good friend of mine called GreenCine which sends you DVD's by mail. It's like Netflix, only cooler, because I have personal ties with them. I suggest it. I'm signed out for the 8 DVD plan, meaning I have about 16 hours of movie to watch at any given time. And now, The Movies Matt Watches:

1. Dersu Uzala by Akira Kurosawa

The dialogue is completely in Russian, which is strange because all of Kurosawa's other movies are in Japanese. Dersu Uzala is a Goldie mountain man who comes across a Russian team of explorers, the captain of whom he quickly befriends. After many adventures in the wilderness the Captain asks Dersu to live with him in a Russian city whose spelling eludes me. I think pi is in there somewhere. Overall, a visually interesting movie as well as very believable script-wise. To watch this movie you must have patience. It's two and a half hours long but it feels like four. It's worth it though.

2. Yojimbo by Akira Kurosawa

Along with Seven Samurai this is my favorite Kurosawa movie. It was remade into Fistfull of Dollars starring Clint Eastwood. A lone samurai pits two warring clans of a small town against each other. Mifune's best performance I've seen and the movie's good enough to see three times, like I just did.

It's a lost cause and a losing battle and it's all going to come out upside down SCREAMING!!

Countless nights spent in front of a screen waiting for connection, gratification, little moments to get caught up in music that always plays to nothing. Oh well, it's a losing battle.

Mattie Ess, who are you? I have a readership outside of my highschool?

My list of phrases most commonly heard at school:

"Who do you have next?"
"Who do you have for physics?"
"Do you have Dean for physics?"
"Did the bell ring yet?"
"What about work in Australia?"
"Get your damn dog off my roof."

Last night I went with Clay to see The Gangs of New York and ran into the Segade tag-team of wondrous wide-eyed stares. While I was dancing around and trying to scam them into sneaking us into the movie (what a surprise that they were seeing the same one we were) Clay was looking at her and her husband apologetically. We ended up just buying two tickets to How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days and then slipping into Gangs as an employee looked on right in front of us. Friendly service with a smile, that.