email?; AnM@d.net
aim?; black regalia
website?; darklessNETwork

obsession?; fma; read or die; dmc
music?; misfits; pink; nina simone(somuch);
rps?; virgil&dante(andtrishomg); jp&bobby; light&misa;

name?; martha
nicknames?; mar, marsie, michi, mich, boodles,
internet alias?; ashura no miko
birthday?; sept 5, 1983
sun sign?; virgo
age?; 20
sex?; female
city?; Jacksonville, FL
school?; JU
- major?; computer graphic arts & design
- minor?; psychology
home?; atlanta
born?; england

anime?; utena
- luvin?; fma; read or die;
- always?; sailor moon; juuni kokki character?; ashura
- male?; schuldig
- female?; kendappa
manga: rg veda
-luvin?; death note
-always?; petshop of horrors; trigun maximum
seiyuu?; toshihiko seki; ogata megumi; kotono mitsuishi
j-pop?; love revolution
- group?; two mix
- single? okui masami

books:
- always?; the last unicorn[peter s. beagle]
- magical?; the neverending story[michael ende]
- addictive?; twelve treasures series[rosemary edghill]
- childhood?; dealing with dragons[patricia wrede]
- adolescence?; the black gryphon[mercedes lackey]

comics: - forever?; x-men
- recent?; more fables
- comedy?; jhonen
- drama?; witchblade
- mystical?; sandman
- romance?; fables

movies:
- always?; l'apocalypse de adolescence
- funniest?; airplane
- childhood?; the last unicorn
- recent?; jesus, like, nothing. c'mon hollywood.
- saddest?; and the band played on
- historical?; elizabeth, apollo 13
- just there?; orlando


music: electropop
- forever?; vnv nation
- childhood?; queen, the beatles, abba, steeleye span, and david bowie
- eighties?; depeche mode
- recent?; nina simone; marilyn manson
- german?; rammstein
- image?; sarah mclachlan


CREDITS;
roni for the image(and rp omg); capcom for dmc3; a-n.net for brushes; fischerspooner for lyrics;
Friday, June 10, 2005
Ugh. Mother issues.

Is it me or does every woman in the world have mother issues? What is it about that? Why can mothers and daughters never get along? What is it in us that drives us to hate and repel one another.

I don't want to be like her when I'm older - and I don't mean that in the 'I don't want to turn into my parents' way, which, you know, I don't. But this is something different altogether. She was freaking out today because being in the sun would give her sun cancer(yes, this is true, but you have to spend a lot of time in the sun - I'm talking about being outside in the sun for less than two minutes, and she started freaking out). I don't want to become so nervous and uptight that I can't do simple things without freaking out over them.

What is it about women? I never hear guys talk like this. Maybe they keep it all inside. I can feel the half of me that's her inside of me, and I just wish I could get it out. Not that I'm a huge fan of my father either...I mean, I love him. But there are parts of him that are less than admirable. But I feel like he's a normal person, you know? I don't always like him, but I expect that. The mother in me, though...Somehow it disgusts me. I'm a girl. She's my mother. Is it inevitable? Am I going to end up where she is, looking around and thinking only of the people I can blame?

It's something I can't understand. I don't know. It's like...she made me, and yet I'm always trying to escape the confines of the body she gave me. Maybe this is just female craziness. Maybe they're right. Maybe we really are all insane.

Oh Melissa. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I can't even say it...I let her blame you. I let her call you sick. When you were never anything but endlessly loving to me. I let her blame you so that she won't blame me. And I never stand up for you. I never open my mouth. I just stay quiet and I let her say those things.

After all you did for me, after all the horrible things I did to you...I'm still not doing you justice.
11:43 AM -- cry to the devil

Thursday, June 09, 2005
Bleeeeh. It's totally like, 8 AM. Suck. My cat woke me up with her throwing up. I'll tell you what, that's the most pleasant way in the world to be woken.

So now it's officially one week til Jojo arrives. I am teh crazy excited about everyone getting here. Three days after Jojo arrives, Roni and Jayem will be coming. This is my first time meeting Jayem. I hope we show her a really good time. She isn't in to anime and games, so I want to be really careful to make sure she doesn't feel left out or anything - we have the tendency to reference all sorts of crazy in jokes, without really thinking about it. I don't want her to feel out of the loop, so I'm going to be be real sure to be attentive to that.

Spoke to Dayna on the phone last night - she's one of the girls from demoncest, who, apparently, also lives in Atlanta. Unfortunately, she lives in Hapeville, which is - yep, you guessed it, 180 degrees the OTHER end of Atlanta from me. Literally as far apart as we could possibly be while still living in the same city. Suck. It just sucks because it means it'll be kind of a pain to hang out a bunch at other times - simply because there's the connector between us. That lovely little stretch of road in Atlanta that is always and eternally filled with traffic. Luff @ Atlanta.

Mrr. But the big thing on my mind is the beach. My sister really wanted to take her kids to the beach this summer, and I really want to be along, since it's a big family thing, but it comes right in the middle of when my friends are here. They both willing to do the drive down to St. Augustine, because they're really sweet like that, but it's like an 8 hour drive, and we'd be down there all of two days. It's just not worth all the trouble. And besides, I was really looking forward to just hanging around with them up here, and feeling relaxed - not having a crazy schedule to keep to. ::poof:: It's just I feel really guilty leaving my family like that. I wish the timing could have worked out a bit better, but I guess that's life.

My whole diet thing is going pretty good. Lost 11 pounds. Not much in the face of 100 pounds though. I'm getting there, I guess, slowly, but the whole thing just seems like it's going to take so freaking long, and I'm so not looking forward to that. I dunno why I'm so bleh at the moment.

I'm thinking of getting my hair cut. Like, big, major haircut. I'm trying to change the way I eat and live, so I guess getting a big hair cut is sort of symbollic of that. My hairdresser is totally booked til like the 24th, or something crazy like that. Usually he's always available, but he's going on vacation between now and then, so he has a bunch of appointments. Last time I saw him, he was all like, going to take me to some kind of neato gay bar or something. It sounded like a lot of fun, so hopefully we'll do that.

Yay for my gay hairdresser.

Also, I had a dream about having a girlfriend. That would be nice.
7:52 AM -- cry to the devil

Friday, May 27, 2005
This post, sadly, must be preceeded by a disclaimer. I wish I didn't have to, but thanks to LJ, the concept of weblogging has been horribly tainted. What I, and many others, like about blogging is that it's like standing on a soapbox. It's not the same as an internal journal or diary, in which you are only ranting or releasing to yourself(which, for me, never worked, because I was just writing down what was going on in my head, which just made me more frustrated). When you blog you release your rant to the world. I find the thought that someone in Oregan might stumble upon this blog and say 'I can understand what this girl is saying'. To me, that is the release of blogging. It is not, as livejournal has promoted, for my friends to read and come back to me with things. Now, to keep my blog public and to honor the concept of equality, I must accept that my friends may see my blog. I honestly don't care if they do, but often times rants or perceived rants are seen as passive aggressive attacks agaisnt a person - ie, that instead of approaching someone with a problem you have, you rant about it in your journal, thus releasing your problems, knowing that the friend who may or may not have slighted you is reading it, but unable to respond. You are able to release tension without dealing with the consequences. I must admit that at times I have dirtied my blog with such things. However, I would like to think of myself as a little older and a little wiser than I was then. It's been a year since I've posted on this thing, other than the last post, and thankfully, most of my friends have abandoned it. Now, if any of you stumble upon it again, you, like the rest of the world, are welcome to read it. I have no issues with any person accessing my journal. However, no rants are to be considered passive aggressive attempts to slight you. Every post in this journal will be posted as one of two things:

1.) Inner musing which I would like to have documented for me to go back and read.
2.) Soapbox rants in which everyone in the world is equally welcome to hear and process my anger or outrage.

This means that names may be mentioned, events may be referenced. If I didn't bring it up with you, I didn't consider it worth mentioning. IE, I didn't think it was worth fighting over. If it is referenced in here, it is done so because I would like to go back in five years and remember the event. I am sorry that your name may be brought up in a public forum for this purpose. If it disturbs you, I will change your name to something that only I will understand, but I won't take it down. If I did I wouldn't be able to read of the event like I want to.

On the same subject, if a name is not mentioned, I am not editting for your sake. I am, in fact, not editting. Sometimes not everything is about you. Sometimes I'm not thinking about you. You may have to deal with the fact that sometimes subjects discussed are merely musings and have no direct reference. This is one of those.

And now that that excessively long and silly thing is out of the way(curse you LJ)....

There is a bizarre pathology I have noticed all my life. That, in and of itself, is strange. Most behaviors occur mainly within an age group - ie, a childhood behavior is not considered normal in adulthood, and adolescence is a set of behaviors all to itself. To have something branch itself over children, teenagers, adults, and even mature members of society is a true oddity.

For lack of knowledge of any professional term, I will call these pathology the pathology of the socialite, as it is in members of such a group I have witnessed it the most. These people have a need to feel important. That, of course, is not at all unusual - all healthy members of society have a need to feel important. In fact, if you don't have a need to feel important, you would be considered mentally unhealthy. All humans need to feel special. No, what sets these strange individuals apart is that their need to feel important or special is not limited to their social groups(ie, they need to feel important in the eyes of strangers) and the fact that they are willing to sacrifice personal happiness in order to look good(in other words, they may do something that will make them feel bad, hurt themselves, or experience anxiety in order to come off as looking too-good-to-be-true).

My own brother-in-law is part of this strange group of individuals. He is, however, a very, very extreme case. In his case he is willing to sacrifice his life, the lives of his children, the life of his wife, and the happiness of all individuals in his life in order to look good. Most "socialites" are not this extreme. Most of them have moral lines they will not cross. Now, they will cross -some- moral lines(breaking promises, dressing in a manner they feel uncomfortable in, participate in an activity they might find offense), and as I've experienced it, this seems to be a third part of the pathology, however, most of them will stop before large boundaries. Scott Peterson is a very very famous example of this type of thinking(disturbingly enough, my brother-in-law's behavior mirror's Mr. Peterson's behavior almost exactly, up til the murder of his wife. Yum.). Boundaries will be crossed, happiness sacrificed, and unpleasant memories made, all for the sake of looking good to people who honestly don't matter.

I've seen this pathology in many stages. I've seen it fairly low - someone needing to look extraordinarily good to their friends. This isn't strange. I have, in fact, participated in such behaviors. However, I have never sacrificed personal happiness in order to achieve it, whereas the individuals I have witnessed have been. An example of this is looking busy when you are, in fact, not.

Before I go any further, let me state that I went to a high school that was more likely to contain these individuals than most. I love my high school dearly, but we did have some very strange people going there. These people had an obsessive need to get straight As(not unusual unless you consider that the majority of my grade fell under this description) be in every club, do charity, become a public figure. One might ask me why this is bad - in and of itself it isn't. However, most 15 year olds also need time to do things they just genuinely want to do - watch TV, hang out with friends, or even just take time to themselves. The people I am talking about literally allowed their lives, at a young age, to be consumed by public engagements that could not have always guarenteed their happiness(in other words, you cannot go to school til 3, work the SGA, go to a sporting event, go volunteer somewhere, come home do your homework, go to bed, and be considered a normal, healthy teenager - you derive pleasure not from your activities, but from how your activities are perceived).

These individuals may leave parties, vacations, luncheons or dinners in order to look busy. They may be having a genuinely good time going out with friends and doing nothing other than enjoying themselves, and then have to leave(before any other member of the group has even considered leaving) because they have to 'meet up with someone else', or because their parents need them to help(you'll notice with these types of people that they never have to go home because of a curfew or some parental rule, but because their parents need help moving the furniture, or are taking them out to some kind of celebritory dinner, or they're lonely and would like them to be around). Now, you might say - how do you know that they don't genuinely have to do said things? Many times I have spoken to people who saw or were with the individual after they left my presense, and they weren't doing what they claimed they had to. I have even found individuals at home by themselves, doing nothing at all, when they said they had to go out. This would be nothing if it occurred once or twice, but these things happen often, and only with these certain types of individuals. It is a behavior that occurs most often with them.

This behavior is odd because the individual is willing to cease enjoying themselves in order to do something that is not necessary - in other words, they don't honestly -need- to leave, they're just doing it so that they can look like they're important and everyone wants to be around them. What's truly odd is that the individual may make excuses or claims that are blatently untrue and will be detected by close friends - which leads me to another point. These individuals tend to not make close friends. Close friends require time and effort put forth to form, and the individual cannot devote said time and attention while maintaining their 'busy' schedule. If they do form close friendships, the friends will notice lies and discrepencies - which is what then causes the individual to begin lying. The lying begins innocent - covering up their real behaviors in order to say that they're doing something better or more important. As an example I will again use my brother in law, who started the lying trend when he was in his teens. He would wear the clothes his mother wanted him to out of the house, then would change into the clothes that were considered 'cool' at the time, and change back for going back home. This behavior is not odd in a teenager - however, what is odd is when the behavior doesn't break. Teenagers lie and twist to do what they want to, getting around their parents - however, for a normal or 'healthy' adolescent, it becomes too difficult to lie, they get caught in the lie, or they just get sick of it - this is where the child begins rebelling, fighting, or acting out. The individuals of the 'I am important' mentality will not do this. They will not rebel. Rebelling is seen as childish or immature - a perception they are desperate to avoid. To keep from being perceived as such, they will invent very intense fabrications and will effectively develop two lives - one in which they are the perfect person, wonderful in every way, and one in which they are able to enjoy themselves. Unfortunately, as time progresses, the former life becomes more and more demanding. The lies build and become more difficult to uphold, and the demands on them from the outside world become heavier and bigger. This means that the 'relief' life must compensate by giving greater and greater means of brief release. In the case of my brother-in-law, this led to hookers, adultery and pornography. Not all individuals of this mindset progress as far as he did(as I hit this point in the musing, I think I remember the professional name for this pathology - narcissistic, I believe - I don't know if that is the exact diagnostic term for this set of behaviors or not, though). Some individual may not even have a 'relief' life. They may only have the 'perfect' persona - however, after years of maintaining such a thing without any release eventually causes nervous breakdowns or intense phobias.

There are certain places or events these individuals seem to gravitate to. Ivy League schools are a big one - they are schools not attended for their education but for their name. Don't tell me that you can receive a better education at Harvard than anywhere else - that's simply not true. There are incredibly intellectually challenaging schools in this country that aren't Ivy League. In fact, there are many schools in America that are considered to have greater educational values than Harvard or Princeton. You don't go to Harvard for the education - you go for the name. This need for a good name on your diploma is just one aspect of the 'I must be important' pathology. The army or navy is another one. You cannot name for me a figure that we, as Americans, think of as greater or more 'perfect' than the pristene, straight backed soldier. They are trained and polished, they are considered people who are willing to sacrifice themselves(thusly, charitable), and in good physical condition. They are what we, as Americans, see as the truly perfect citizens(this is, of course, not true - there are fewer groups of people more likely to express unreasonable and violent rage upon innocents than soldiers; incidents of sever beatings, rapes, malicious language, and generally dehumanizing behavior are common occurances within the training experience of soldiers).

I have indeed had and have friends who fit this mindset. None, as far as I know, are as badly gone as my brother-in-law - then again, I considered him to be perfect husband until all this came out. Of course, that is because it was the image he wanted me to perceive. Perhaps it is just because I only know developing narcisists, who haven't yet perfected their craft. The thought that some of my friends may end up in the place that my brother-in-law is, well, that is fairly frightening.

Hmm. Well, that's it, really. It's 5:30AM and I was just sorta thinking about this, so I felt like typing it up. Again, it's really more of a general musing on the behaviors and pathology of such individuals than it is about a specific individual(my brother-in-law is just a very convenient example to reference). So....end, I suppose.
4:51 AM -- cry to the devil

Tuesday, April 19, 2005
What the shit? Why the fuck does the blogger site look like fucking LJs? I -like- blogger being simple and computer geek. I don't want it to be bubbly and ass stupid. Jesus. What's next? Is is going to assume that enter is a break? Stay strong, blogger.



Things I Hate: Part 1 - an on going series


LiveJournals

My friends want me to make an LJ. Or, well, let's get technical. I made an LJ, but I use it:


#1.) Posting comments on my friends journals.

#2.) Viewing my computer stupid friends journals.


I've never posted in it, and I don't intend to. So, as it is, I don't have a livejournal. Maybe I'll cave and post in it one day in the future, but I really doubt it.

It's a shame, because I actually like the concept of LJ. Being able to view all your friends journals in one click, being able to respond to posts - but that is not a journal. A journal is a chronical, written. It can be for your eyes only, or for others, but have you ever written a diary where you come back the next day looking for comments? LJ is an advanced form of message board, and I can accept it as such. It is, in no way, a journalling system like blogger(I am assuming that, in my absense, blogger hasn't gone to shit. From what I've seen of their new layout, I'm not entirely sure of that).

"Mar, why don't you want a livejournal?" my friend and various annoying people ask me. It's pretty simple, really. Let's pretend that a new word processor is released. It's better than Microsoft Word(not difficult). It's better than Beaver(hi, Chas). It's better than any word processor on the market today. It allows you to do all these wonderful things that no word processor has done before(which is because they are unnecessary by the way), and best of all, it's free! Oh, except if you want to use italics. Then you have to pay $12.95 a month.

Honestly people. What the shit? Why are you dumping $12 a month into a ridiculous piece of web that is poorly conceived. Let me make it simple. The point of the internet is communication. Because of the nature of the internet, that communication is purely visual(yes, I know you can add audio files to webpages, but believe me when I say you're a retard). When you have nothing but visual communication, the way something looks is important. It may be that to best get your message out, all you want is text - pure text, not a single graphic. It may be that it's nothing but graphics. The point, my friends, is that it's up to the creator how to release their message. A basic function of the web is that you design what you put out there. LiveJournal does not offer that basic, simple, option. Would you use a word processor that you can play games on and talk with your friends through, but couldn't use italics on unless you paid $12.95 a month? No. Of course you wouldn't. That's because you have platforms to play games on, and AIM/GAIM/ICQ/etc to talk to your friends on. You want a word processor. You want it to process words. It's that simple.

When I want a phone, I want it to send and receive audio transmissions. I don't need a camera or a video in it. If I want a camera, I'll buy a camera. If I want a video device, I will buy a video device. When I want a car, I want it to transport me from point A, to point B. I don't need the internet. If I want the internet, I will get a computer. When I want a journal, I want to chronicle my life and thoughts. If I want it online, then I want total control over it. If I wanted comments and icons, and googlie-OMG-socute!-fuckingshit, I'd...Well.


8:02 PM -- cry to the devil

Friday, October 24, 2003
SJAKLDASJLKd Dear lord.

It's looking like a third installment for the Pirates. Yes, that's right. According to gossip from the Bruckheimer studio, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 might actually end up being Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3. We can only hope. With Ted Elliot and Terry Rossio writing, I have high hopes for these two films to turn out as good at the first - after all, they did write the Road to El Dorado. With Johnny Depp, Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom, Jerry Bruckheimer, Gore Verbinski, Terry Rossio and Ted Elliot all signed on for the sequel, I can only hope they'll also be there for the (maybe) third. After all, we all know it was this team that made Pirates the shining success it has been.

Still, this is uncomfirmed Hollywood rumor - which means, it's most likely in talks, but may or may not yet come to fruition. We may just be looking at Pirates 2.
9:29 PM -- cry to the devil

Friday, October 10, 2003

10:20 AM -- cry to the devil

I am a top hat whore.

I found this old stage top hat in Jeff's apartment, and I've abducted it. And I'm wearing it EVERYWHERE. And I mean everywhere. Across campus, to classes, when I'm at home, when I go over to friends...I just love my top hat. It's got a long purple sash tied on it that flutters in the wind when I'm on my bike(my skirt, BTW, is getting all torn up :( It keeps getting caught in the gears of my bike...). It's so pretty. Think like...Hattie, from Argento Soma, only with a purple sash. It's so cool.

OMG I love Groove Coverage. If you haven't yet, go to their site. It's on my profile thingy to the left, under 'Current' and 'Music'. It's so of the good. If you go to their site, they have really slow, pretty remixes of their songs. Or at least, three of them. Anyways. It's pretty. Go.

I have approximately 9 hours before I need to be at the Honors party. In that time I need to sleep(and when I say sleep, I mean I haven't slept yet, not 'I need to take a nap'), play more Soul Reaver 2(swiiiiiiim 8) ), and force Josh to watch some anime. I'm thinking Saiyuki, because he was talking about how the Monkey King was on Max - you know, that neato 80s cartoon with the kid with the hat? Yeah. So anyways, I told him about that. And then we got mad at the PS2 :( The Guilty Gear X disk needs to be there too. I think Sharon took it with her. Damn Sharon and taking the things she owns! Oh well. They needed to have GGXX there instead anyways >.>;; I wasn't aware of the differences in quality of X and XX until I started playing X again. Millia's lust shaker doesn't do as much damage, and is harder to activate :/ This I do not like.

Oh!! My Millia FL is finally working at the URL it's supposed to be working at, and I've notified thefanlistings.org, so it should be up there soon.

Sad news :( I registered for the Aurikku FL, but someone got it JUST before me. And I made such a pretty layout for it too ._. ::sigh:: Here's hoping they suck and it gets taken down!! ::is a vindictive bitch::

In other news, Angel continues to be massively homosexual, and James Marsters still rules all. The latter is hardly a surprise, but always appreciated. God I love that man. I'd stalk him if he weren't old enough to be my father. The same goes for David Bowie. Only he's old enough to be my grandfather.

I wish my hair dried faster.
10:17 AM -- cry to the devil

LOL Look ;_; Someone's offended by my period.
5:22 AM -- cry to the devil

Thursday, October 09, 2003
Things I need to do:

.1- change my pad. :(
.2- watch TeniPuri. Someone seems to have apped for Oshitari in the RP Arci wants me to join, and I want that >o So.
.3- stop sleeping through classes. Start sleeping at night. It's revolutionary.
.4- continue to ignore everything and rp.
.5- oh yeah. Dinner. I'm thinking pizza.

::sets off on tasks::
7:19 PM -- cry to the devil

::yawn:: Man. Websites. Yeah, man...woo. PHP randomly moved d.net to a different administrative server 0_o; It's bizarre. Which is why I've had so much trouble setting up subdomains recently. My Millia FL is so supposed to be in it's own subdomain :/ But it's -not-. Grr.
I'm missing my GSA officers meeting. I'm bad. Yet another thing I've slept through. Seems all I do recently is either sleep through things. It sucks. I think I might go over to Rob's. Eat bad things. Play Soul Reiver 2. Yeah. Man.
1:53 PM -- cry to the devil

Okay :D Everythings working on the layout. People who run fanlists, I'm incredibly sorry for any inconvenience! ;___; I swear I had the codes posted - I just didn't realize they weren't showing up.
There's this high pitched beeping outside my window. It's driving me crazy. It's been going on since like three this afternoon, and it's now five AM(speaking of which, why am I awake?). I spent the whole evening at Rob's, watching Furuba and playing Soul Reaver 2. I can tell you something about sucking souls, just like this game has sucked mine. Not in a good way, not in a bad way. In an incredibly infuriating far-too-many-fucking-puzzles way. I should play DMC again. That's my perfect game. Button mashing. Oh baby. Speaking of oh baby, Raziel has a crush on Kain. This much is obvious, seeing as all the straight males in Rob's apartment agreed with me when I suggested this. Don't worry - slash shall not be had. He's a fucking rotting corpse people >.> That's just wrong. But my point remains. Raziel also has a thing about plunging his sword into the glowing groins of doors.

Anyways. The new layout. This is Kubota and Tokitoh from ::deep breath:: Shiritsu Araiso Koutou Gakkou Seitokai Shikkoubu. Translation: Private Secondary School Student Council Executive Committee. Also known as the manga with the longest fucking name in existance. Christ. ExecCttee for short. V. cute. V. fun. V. Kazuya Minekura. Much of the love.

Speaking of love, I have clearly joined a ridiculous number of fanlistings. Help.

Goodnight.
5:14 AM -- cry to the devil

To any and all fanlist people looking for codes back x_x They're up, I swear, they're just not appearing for some reason. I'm working on this as we speak. I just updated this HTML, and clearly something is wrong.
4:40 AM -- cry to the devil

Sunday, September 07, 2003
::waves:: I've made a new friend :D She's very cool, and she's telling me I need to blog more, so here I blog. Her names Arcina, and she's my anime crack pimp ::glomp:: And I'm her anime crack ho. She's uploading Juuni Kokki 6 for me now, which is very good, because I have Juuni Kokki 7 -20, and no ability to watch them. This makes Mar sad. Arcina makes Mar happy! Yay Arcina :D


....see? I blogged :D
12:47 AM -- cry to the devil

Sunday, July 13, 2003
Well, having seen Pirates of the Caribbean I can do nothing but rave about it's wonderful stupid fun :) It's very enjoyable(Matt: What the fuck? Enjoyable? Hyperbole!! Something like "Pirates of the Caribbean is like sucking the semen of the Gods."). Go see it. With semen.

Having said that, Matt and I have invented a completely ingenius avant garde version of the film. Here's the possibble screenplay(which we will be pitching to Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, and Keira Knightley shortly).


~~<Pirates of the 9:50

Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley and Geoffrey Rush are standing on a cold grey sidewalk - in front of them is a sign that reads "Boos Stoppe." The scene is entirely in black and white. They stand beneath a canopy. A tumbleweed rolls by in the rain. The rain stops, but a strong mist prevails. The mist turns a sickly shade of yellow(the only color in the shot). Three young children run by, the third one holding a large fish, screaming in aramaic, the other two yelling "It's my turn it's my turn!" The camera pulls back to show Johnny Depp, suspended from the canopy by yarn, attached to each of his limbs, much like a puppet. As he dangles there, he flips through the newspaper.

DEPP: (emotionlessly) I can't find the sports section.

Cut to Keira Knightley.
She stands there, one hand in her shirt, slowly fondling her breast. Quietly she murmurs

KNIGHTLEY: Where's Waldo? Where's Waldo? Where's Waldo?

Another man joins them under the canopy. He is holding a unicycle over his head. Geoffrey Rush whips out a small music box, it begins playing the theme from "Three's Company." The man disappears in a cloud of smoke. A long pause, the camera slowly pans out, showing us a wide view of Depp flipping through the paper, Bloom standing there, petals adorning his face, Rush twiddling his thumbs, dressed in a business suit, and Knightley continuing her breast exam. Off screen, a voice murmurs

VOICE: Number 3...

The camera cuts to Bloom. Bloom screams for a full thirty seconds, then goes quiet again. Knightley pulls a plucked turkey out from under her skirt. An old woman walks by, she turns to them and says

OLD WOMAN: You guys wants to play stick ball?

Depp drops his paper and begins to struggle against his yarn bonds, a look of rage on his face. He cries out

DEPP: Where's Poodles?!

Depp immediately bursts into flame. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it, nor does anyone else. The flames are a bright red in our black and white setting, but his corpse never seems to burn up. He continues to hang there, the yarn impervious to the flame. A tabby cat crosses the street in front of them, slowly fading into nothingness. The intro to E Nomine's Vater Unser begins. The camera cuts to a close up of Rush, now in clown make up. Rush proceeds to mouth the words to the song, the camera never moving or cutting away, for a full four minutes. Another long pause. An off screen voice calls out

VOICE: Number 4...

But this time nothing happens. Finally the 9:50 bus arrives, but does not stop to pick up it's waiting passengers. As it rushes by we can see the bus is full of pirates, all screaming "Arrr!!" "Yo Hoy!" and "A pirates life for me!" One of them carries a cat. The bus rushes by. Depp, Bloom, Knightley and Rush stand there without a reaction. There's another long pause, as the camera just stands there and looks at them. The yarn, attached to the flaming Depp, begins to retract, pulling him up, through the canopy, disappearing into the sky, off camera. Fade to black.

Fin >>~~

So, what do you think?
4:41 PM -- cry to the devil

Monday, June 23, 2003
"Human passions have mysterious ways, in children as well as grown-ups. Those affected by them can't explain them, and those who haven't known them have no understanding of them at all. Some people risk their lives to conquer a mountain peak. No one, not even they themselves, can really explain why. Others ruin themselves trying to win the heart of a certain person who wants nothing to do with them...Some think their only hope of happiness lies in being somewhere else, and spend their whole lives traveling from place to place...In short, there are as many different passions as there are people.

Bastian Balthazar Bux's passion was books.

If you have never spent whole afternoons with burning ears and rumpled hair, forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger - If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless - If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next."
- English translation of Michael Ende's "The Neverending Story"

If you can't understand this last passage, then I ask you not to read on, for I'm sure I'll just sound silly to you. Only people who understand these feelings, this passion for books and the stories, ideas and characters they give you can really understand what I need to say here.
Having said that, I also ask that those who have not read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" in it's entirety not read on. There are massive spoilers for the end of the book.

SPOILERS: HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX


I cried so hard last night. It wasn't even during his death scene that I cried - it was the scene where Harry kept asking the mirror to let him see Sirius again. Everytime Harry said "Sirius!....Sirius Black!", begging the mirror to let him see his godfather...it just broke my heart. He was the one character...the -one- character of the entire cast of HP that I couldn't stand to see die. Anyone else I could have been okay with - even Remus, for godsake. Anyone else I would just have been sad, but this was heartbreaking. I desperately want Sirius to come back, but I know he won't.
I always hoped that at the end of book seven Harry would be able to go and live with Sirius and finally have a family of some sort, but now that's just impossible. I feel so thoroughly depressed over this...Though I know that is the very reason J.K. Rowling picked Sirius to die - she knew he was one of her most popular character, and she needed that popularity to make her point: Nothing in life is assured; sometimes even the favorite, the most important, sometimes even the good guy has to fall.
At this point, however, I don't know if I can bring myself to read books six and seven, knowing Sirius won't be there, ever again.
9:41 AM -- cry to the devil

Thursday, June 12, 2003
Okay, so I'm at work at the moment. And some of these people have really awful names: Vivi Bottoms, Pam Anderson, Eunice....
10:22 AM -- cry to the devil

I have officially decided that there should only be one rush hour per day. Two is excessive and unnecessary. If everyone would just decide on what rush hour they like better and send their vote in to me, I will tally it up and announce whether we should gather for rush hour in the morning, or in the evening.
9:35 AM -- cry to the devil

Who knew cheese and peanut butter went so well together? ::eat little package of crackers:: Ingenius, I tell you.
9:28 AM -- cry to the devil

Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Saa, so much to get done...I've actually been pretty productive tonight. I've been working on stuff I have to get done since Rah went to bed, which means I've been up all night again. I'm tired, but the No Doz is keeping me up, and I have class in a couple hours, which I really can't miss. Finals are coming up, and that means the end of the semester.
I spent my night painting, writing english papers, and watching weird French films about gay people. It was actually pretty fun 0_o; I topped it all off with watching some anime ^___^ First was Cowboy Bebop. I haven't watched that in a long time, and it was the only anime in my collection that goes so unwatched that I couldn't remember most of it. It was about the same as I vaguely remember it though...Good, pretty. *sigh* I really do like Cowboy Bebop, it -is- good. It's just that everyone around me is like "OH MY GOD COWBOY BEBOP." and there are so many webpages out there that rant about it's amazingness, but I just don't see it. 95% of the series is filler. I still have -no- idea what Spike's past was all about. I still have no idea what the time line of events was that leads up to his being with Julia. And speaking of which, pretty much every character in the show is a ridiculous anime cliche that's been done so many times that even other cliche's would blush. Spike, for example is not even a character he's so 2D overused. He's just not interesting in the least. Same goes for Jet. Ed is funny, but do we really know anything about her? Is she a character you can feel close to? Really the only interesting character in the whole show is Faye, who has the two best episodes in the show. In any case, it -is- a good show. It has very pretty animation, but it's not the giant party everyone makes it out to be. It's a filler series, good to pass the time and watch, but not really something to think about. Good show for when you don't want to use your brain.
Swinging in the complete opposite direction then, I popped Eva in, and went through to watch my favorite scenes from the series. Eva's great in that if you want to exercise your mind, it's a whirlygig of thoughts and images and plot devices, leaving you pausing the DVD to consider and think through. The plot and characters are so complex and well thought out that no matter how many times you watch it, you can always see something new. But then, if you feel like just loafing and watching, it's a pretty thing to watch, and the "interpretive" episodes(any episode that's a walk through Shinji's mind) is almost meditative. If I need to relax, I can just pop in the last couple eps and lean back and let my mind go with the flow. By the end of one episode, I'm just letting the words and images flow over me. The end of 26 however, leaves me anything but relaxed. Everytime I watch it I tremble with extra energy. Even as I'm typing this my fingers are shaking. Only the end of Utena can effect me in the same way.
Both the end of Eva(not movie, end of the series - the movies suck balls) and the end of Utena hold such unrestrained emotion for me. Simply put, they inspire me. Utena proves that the human spirit can never truly be crushed - that your will does count, that you can live according to it. Eva proves that it is possible to love yourself. Everytime I watch them I feel those emotions. Those so very real emotions in me. Sometimes I wonder if whatever was me before my fourteenth year even still exists inside of me - sometimes I can talk to it, but sometimes it's just this robot I made, that I am. It's only these shows that give me faith that the real me will come back to life, that being that wasn't just some dream before then. That wherever I put myself, I'll find my way back, and someday wake up out of this coma I've been living in for years. Watching Eva...it proves that time isn't always bad. That life, even in all it's pain, its an enjoyable thing. That there can be hope for the future, love for the past, and belief in the present. It's going to be okay.

"I hate myself.
But I could love myself.
Maybe my life could have a greater value.
That's right! I'm no more or no less than myself!
I am me! I want to be myself!
I want to continue existing in this world.
I am worth living here."
9:08 AM -- cry to the devil

Tuesday, March 25, 2003
"There comes a time in life when everything seems to make sense. This is not one of those times. What I do know is that I've never felt this much love an encouragement from my peers and the people I admire....It fills me with great joy, but I'm also filled with a lot of sadness tonight because I'm accepting an award at such a strange time. You know my experiences in making this film made me very aware of the sadness and the dehumanization of people at times of war and the repercussions of war. Whether you believe in God or Allah, may he watch over you and let's pray for a peaceful and swift resolution."

-Adrien Brody



"I have invited my fellow nominees onto the stage with me because we are all lovers of non-fiction, but we live in fictitious times. We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elect a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man who's sending us to war for fictitious reasons, whether it's the fiction of duct tape or the fiction of orange alerts. We are against this war, Mr. Bush. Shame on you, Mr. Bush. Shame. On. You."

- Michael Moore

Cheers.
12:11 AM -- cry to the devil