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I sat at the bar in The Brass Mug, being a stagnant figure amongst rapid (or I should say drunken) movement, clouded by smoke and further polluted by the noise of piss-poor karaoke. To say that I was in a shithole would be an understatement, yet so would it be to say that I had a good time. I turned to Derek, who lifted his plastic cup and lamented ( Read more... ) -
Recently and then some
Recent Films
Coffee and Cigarettes was a fairly clever series of shorts, as seen through the eyes of writer/director Jim Jarmusch. I missed watching Dead Man in my old Philosophy class, so I was predisposed to finding philosophical ideas in the film, which I was fairly successful at, although some of the movie seemed fairly pointless in my view ( Read more... ) -
Inner Narrative of a Scene Kid
"Your Blood is my Paint and Your Flesh is the Canvas"? No...maybe "Your Blood is my Paint and Your Face is my Canvas"? That's a little better. Once I get better at bass and the glockenspiel, then the band will be up and running. I need bandmates, though. I could get Carl, he can scream. Whoa. That kid is pretty cool, but I don't like his pants most ( Read more... ) -
Good Sense Night Time
I'd hate to be the guy who says: "Yeah, I've written a few things, a couple screenplays, I'm working on a novel - nothing published yet, but I'm talking to some people who might help me out ( Read more... )
