Fucking With Your Socks On.: General blasts from the past......

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General blasts from the past......

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Friday, November 30, 2007

Movies better than their literary predecessors....

Short list but here it goes.....

Forrest Gump, Field Of Dreams, Legend of Bagger Vance, Thank You For Smoking....

Fuck... I think there is one more but I can't remember it now... Obviously I am talking about the literary predecessor and not movie adaptations to books... I just read Thank You For Smoking tonight and that book sucked donkey balls compared to the movie... actually it sucked donkey balls compared to donkey balls.... Forrest Gump is a horrible book as well and the Field Of Dreams' book is actually called "Shoeless Joe Goes To Iowa" I think... also it sucks... funny thing about The Legend of Bagger Vance is that I thought the movie was pretty bad; but the book sucks so hard and is such utter shit that it makes the movie look good.... also it was my introduction to The Magical Negro Theory.

Seriously don't read any of those books they are horrible. I love Field of Dreams and think Thank You For Smoking was pretty funny but am far from a Forrest Gump-aholic and you know my feelings on Bagger Vance... just don't read those books... in actuality it shows that there is a greater creative talent and skill in Hollywood than I thought or given credit to, especially in order to cull these lesser works of their better parts and craft them into decent palatable fare.

Yeah those books blow.

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Meant as an addendum to my South Park opening card ripoff to the right.... (I knew it was inspired by something but couldn't put my finger on it right away.)

So far this blog has mainly been about boobies, general pop culture, hip-hop, MMA and Cleveland Sports. I'd like to think you can gleam much, much more from the experience though you failed abortion. It has much higher ambitions but I don't know what they are.

It features extreme misogyny due to being overcompensating as well as being protected by the anonymity of the internet in that it allows a decidedly unfiltered view into the mind and thoughts of the male id. It's not the sole purpose of the blog but a side effect.

Plus it started off as mass emails to mostly my college friends and to a certain extent parts of it existed to shock or gross out the recipients... and the depth to which one must descend to do this is quite low, as you can imagine with people you have known for a while, as well as being young men with internet access...

Then I read American Psycho... and I am far from a prude but I thought parts of it were a bit more than I was comfortable with; and as far as influence and ideas it just expanded the limits of my depravity.... the only other thing I can compare it to being shocked literary wise, is how squirmy I felt during some of the gay sex scenes in William S. Burroughs' work.

I also don't proofread shit, straight dope. Fishscale, bitches. Unfortunately I think it causes massive tense shifting and jam packed overstuffed run on sentences mashed together that end up meaning nothing. But hopefully the idea and it's degree to what it is trying to be expressed and felt is what comes across. I think it's a detriment but I just don't have the time and am too lazy.

Twitter is there because I felt the blog was losing it's voice and just becoming a collecting point for various internet videos. I think Twitter is retarded but I do get some relevant updates on it on my cell phone.... so because I wanted to add more of an "original" voice I put the twitter feed on top, also I wanted to see if there was a way I could actually do it, in actually being able to place it there layout behind the scenes wise.

Same thing with the "Store." Thought it was funny and did it mainly as an intellectual exercise. I will tell you if and when I ever sell anything besides to myself or for gifts for my friends.

From the Cleveland area so I am constantly concerned with Cleveland sports. If I'm not writing about them, it's probably because I am too upset or trying to forget about it.

If I had time I'd label posts, but I don't.

Other than that this blog exists to give me a voice, or more likely outlet to vent things or thoughts that I needed to discuss or get off my chest. (Editor's note-- no shit Sherlock, you take your retard pills today?)

PS- the "Editor" doesn't exist you fucking cockeating dumbass reader.... I just couldn't believe I wrote something so inanely stupid, obvious and vapid... but still felt it needed to be said and couldn't think of/am too lazy to try to do it another way. Fuck your grandma.

Also going back into my past posts some videos or pictures are gone or unavailable.... I might fix them, I might not.... usually it's easy to figure out what they are from context anyways dickweed. Eat shit and die.

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