Two Videos

They Find Me, Whisper Things. I assume from the lack of comments no one watched this before it was removed...but you should. Trust me.



And this other one, that I, as an expert in chinese culture and tactics, can confirm is 100% true.

In My Deepest Hour

I was looking thru old blogs on myspace, deleting them, and I landed back on one where I linked to this trailer. I know I talke about movies a lot on this, I don't really feel much like talking about much of anything right now...much...but I keep writing cause of the therapy in it. Cause it's easier to blog than to skywrite, and better than yelling.

The guys that are involved in these movies, including sin city, the spirit, and watchmen, which is coming out, are really doing something interesting with movies. They're doing what salvador dali did with painting.

We don't care anymore about what the world is, we care about what we can make it. That's interesting when it starts going in to colors, and we start making people look like people never could, and make places this world could never have. I wonder how far we can take the surrealizing of existence and still be able to relate to us humans.

Yeah

Mr. Mostafolese

Before I go see Dark Knight again

This is a cool website that was on www.digg.com . This guy strapped a camera to his cat that takes periodic pictures. It's actually pretty cool.

Why So Serious?

Two views from the midnight show last night:



The second shirt was made for lindsey - the girl you can see in the right of the screen there, but she thought it was too douchey or something. I had no such qualms and wouldn't let something of that caliber go to waste.

My analysis: It's a long movie. Longer than I expected, and longer, I think, than whoever wrote the climax expected. I may need to see it during the day because at some point it started making me feel tired. That was probably at about the 2 am point, so I need to separate the time fatigue from that of the movie. Nevertheless, I've seen this hinted at by some critics as well, that the plot is rather convoluted. It's concerned with one thing for most of the movie, and then some other things for the epilogue, so that I think you have a difficulty feeling a sense of resolution.

Heath's performance was by far the best part of the movie, I thought. That and the writing for the joker was very clever. I found myself waiting for him to be back on screen when he wasn't. The schemes they involved him in are very clever, and his character is very interesting, and well portrayed. Oscar worthy? I'm not sure. It's hard for me to separate the hype from the performance at this point. I wanted him and the movie to succeed, both of which happened, I think, but I also think I don't go in to most movies with the movie already so far ahead.

All in all a very different movie from Batman Begins. In some ways much more real.

Oh No!

The Undesigned

This is the post. This is the reckoning. When the children of men dance beneath the timid starlight, then the true feelings emerge. This is the photo dump. This is the unknown rejection. If you design a skyscraper, it will fall. And paints slowly slurp into the gutter. This is as far as I'll go. This is the fire water. This is that digital talking. 00010100 10100100 01110 01111000. Picture and color. Design and randomness. This is the head.

There is no design. Only order.

If I look repeated, deal with it. Lastly

WHAT!?

Here is #1 of the Six Worst Thing Harry Potter's Success Has Wrought, which is not all that interesting of an article. I'll write about my own life one of these days, but in the meantime, read what came out as number one below. What the hell!? -

General fan wankery amongst hardcore Harry Potter devotees is the stuff of legend. Harry Potter has, as of this writing, 360,039 entires on Fanfiction.net alone. For comparison, every single Final Fantasy game combined has only 48,977 entries. Harry Potter fan wankery also has earned the distinct award of being by far the gayest of any fandom out there that isn't related in any way to furries or something, which is quite a feat considering how much Yaoi is out there.

If there's any one thing to nail down how specifically and completely fucked up a lot of the hardcore, sexually frustrated Harry Potter fans are, it's MPREG. For those (luckily) uninitiated, MPREG stands for Male Impregnation. Or maybe not, since I refuse to look too specifically into the matter, but the gist of it is that there is a large contingent of grown men and women writing, drawing, and fantasizing about Severus Snape getting a large, distended belly that is filled with the seed of Harry or Draco or Ron or even all three, utterly defying any sense of logic and human decency with the simple theory that Harry Potter has magic, anything can happen!

I leave you now with an excerpt from Bleudiablo's MPREG Harry/Snape fanfic, "Someone Else's Father":

She blinked then moved her gaze from Harry's abdomen to Severus, "He's aborting."

"But there is no blood," Severus replied, not arguing about the fact that his mate was -had been- pregnant, many male wizards, especially powerful ones could get pregnant.

"It's a magical abortion, his body is reabsorbing everything, I doubt he even knew he was pregnant but he no longer is. I think the shock of finding out about you and father made something in his subconscious abort." Severus shivered and grabbed his mate's hand, he was sorry that they wouldn't be having a child soon but Harry was more important, "Will he be okay?"

"Yes, he should wake up in about an hour but will be weak for about a week, he shouldn't do any unnecessary or strong spells but there is no real danger with magical abortions. I'll contact Albus tell him he'll need someone to teach both of your classes tomorrow."