Wednesday, April 25, 2007

"In the clearing stands a boxer"

There's another video on the web where the boxer punches his opponent. I think this is the best way to confront that situation.

A nice "I'm secure with myself" rebuttal.

Another MTV video...

MTV has much love for the gays.

Responsibility Commercial

Don't smoke dope kids, this is why...

I wish I had a hot guy to make-out with when I got stoned. Haha. Funny video.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

"They’ll come true, impossible not to do"

So, is my life starting to turn? Could it be that my dreams may come true? Are the stars starting to align?

I got a short visit from my sister the other day and I told her about Nathan having an opening in his apartment in September. She mentioned that that was when CB2 is opening in Manhattan and asked if I would be willing to work there. I told her I would.

Now it's all I can think about. I can't stop thinking about jobs and being a reporter and living my New York life. I'm not scared at all about living there. Sure, I'd be nervous, but an excited nervous. I think of all the possibilities there and I just know I can find something while working at CB2, or even getting a job as a reporter.

Sheniqua even has been talking about moving to NY. That would be amazing. Even if we didn't live with Nathan, we'd definately have fun together.

I now need to focus on boning up my resume and attracting an employer. I need this summer to save. A second job and some job exploration.

I really hope this is a sign. A sign for change. A sign of hope that my time has come.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

"It didn't suck"

Okay, I just read nearly every one of my posts and I must say that I like my writing. I mean, I still am finding errors and edit the shit out of them to this very day, but I like what I write and think it's moderately amusing and think I'm fairly good at it.

Yesterday I didn't get my tatt. (Sad face). No money. I'm rescheduling with Jon (I just need to call him). "Why is it always something?" (That line will forever ring truth).

(Photos from Beautiful)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007


DAMN it's been a long while since I've seen a movie, let alone reviewed one for my adoring blog.

The last movie I saw was Grindhouse in the movie theaters and let me tell you it was worth every penny of Karen's gift certificate.

I cannot remember for the life of me the last time I had THIS much fun at a movie.

Grindhouse is a new movie from directors Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. The title refers to the grind house double features you could see cheaply in the 70s. Both directors made this film with the love and respect that they had for this genre of B-movie. You can tell it was made with love and lots of camp.

The first feature film in Grindhouse is "Planet Terror," Robert Rodriguez's zombie film that is B-movie gold. The movie is pure camp, from the purposefully cast B-list actors, to the gore and goo that keeps you laughing as hard as you are completely disgusted.

Definitely watch for an escape scene where a tow truck barrels down the road hitting zombies as they explode with red Karo Corn Syrup. I've never laughed so hard at the ridiculousness of blood and gore. This movie gets you into the story, the characters and the action with equal conviction. Mad props to Rodriguez for giving us the perfect B-movie experience, Fergie and all.

The second film in Grindhouse is "Death Proof," Quentin Tarantino's slasher film with a car that is invincibly driven by Kurt Russell's Stuntman Mike.

This second film is not Tarantino's best film whatsoever. But that doesn't mean it isn't enjoyable or good. It starts out with our following of a group of girls who spend a day of boozing and smoking marijuana (classic Tarantino). We, the audience, bond with them and it ends in a climatic killing spree.

The second half of the film follows yet another group of girls led by Rosario Dawson. The only unfortunate part about this second group of girls is the audience's exhaustion of investing in this next group of girls who are doomed to be Stuntman Mike's next victims. Does the diner scene of their round table discussion seems to go on forever, or is it just me?

Stuntman Mike victimizes the girls. However, his mistake is his lack of homicide on this trip. In a very Tarantino fashion, the movie takes another twist, after an edge-of-your-seat car chase, the girls get their revenge on Stuntman Mike and ultimately get back their empowerment. Props to Tarantino for giving the audience a suspenseful ride and a sociology lesson.

The film is pure fun and for those who take the time to be serious enough to criticize it are missing the point of its fun. Even the trailers to the fake films are knee-slapping fun. Too bad the film is doing poorly because I'm begging for a sequel. ***A***

The Power of Association

So, I was eating a Totino's Pizza the other day and thinking about why I love these tiny almost perfectly personal sized pizzas.

True, they are much like cardboard, have little nutritional value due to little protein and calcium from the minuscule amount of cheese provided.

True, they are great for drunk and drug induced munchies, or a quick meal for the lazy.

However, I believe my deep admiration has to do with the association I have for them towards my grandfather.

My Grandpa Medley used to live in a trailer down in the Osage Beach area when I was little. This was long before he moved into apartments for the elderly and his final days that ended in a nursing home.

I remember we'd go there on Saturdays and spend the night. I remember I never wanted to go. My Grandpa always kind of scared me. This was due in large part because of his missing a ring and pinky finger on one hand from an accident in a factory he worked. (I forget which hand it was).

What I did enjoy was our consumption of Totino's pizzas on those Saturday nights and I would get to stay up and watch Star Trek: The Next Generation on KRCG-TV 13. Hahahaha. I remember the horrible commercials, too.

I actually think I remember seeing the very first episode of the series, "Encounter at Farpoint," at my Grandpa's. I remember thinking how beautiful Deanna Troi was when she walked on to the bridge. I remember her outfit the most. That short skirt. Weird what you remember.

But I think fondly of those memories. I mean, I love Star Trek. I love Totino's Pizza. I remember running around my Grandpa's sky blue trailer and being scared of the honeybee hive in the yard that marked his gravel drive. I remember he loved to laugh. I remember him laughing to this very day. He would get a kick out of everything in life because I think he knew the secret to life: to laugh it all away or it'll consume you. To just find the silliness. This is something we all can learn especially after the past couple of days.

My prayer to everyone is to find the silliness in life. Laugh at it and keep going.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Chasing Medley

I cannot begin to describe how complicated my life seems to get around every corner. Just when I think I'm in the clear, another curve ball is thrown at me.

My feelings have escalated somewhat for a friend. I've spent much time analyzing our relationship and talked with some people about it.

All I can compare it to now is the movie Chasing Amy. Only this time, the roles are reversed. I am the gay man who has feelings for someone who is straight. And I've tried to deny these feelings for a couple of weeks. I also believe it is this denial that led to my getting a DWI. (I feel for the first time in my life I drank to cover-up my nervousness around this person).

I can tell that since I met this person it has been amazing. I've never been attracted (both physically and emotionally) to a person so suddenly. I almost feel a spiritual connection, too. Hahaha. I don't even know if I believe in that. But something beyond what I've ever known has happened to me and I think that is great.

I know the possibility of being with him is gone from me. And that's fine, I suppose. (I know I'm bound to get hurt, which is expected with me). But it's like; my happiness depends solely on HIS happiness. I don't think I have ever met someone who I think is more deserving of love and kindness is my life. And for him to receive that...the idea of him receiving that makes me happy. And I have no idea where this has come from at all. I'm a selfish person and for me to say these things regarding someone is pretty amazing (I think). Do I even believe in bullshit like this???

I think this is the most emotionally logical (in an illogical kind of way), and closest I've ever felt to experiencing love, I've ever been in all my life.