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Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.
Mon 07/29/2002
a veces soy feliz, this isn't one of them
I�ve been doing a fairly poor job of the using the journal to keep track of my life bit. I�ve neglected a dissect a couple of birthday parties. I haven�t felt like sharing some nonaggravating work stories. I've yawned at the prospect of writings about The Tale of the Allergists Wife, which is odd because I enjoyed the play, and it would have given me an opportunity to make a terribly lame Rhoda jokes, since this production featured Valerie Harper among others.
I haven�t even bothered to write about some of the recent movies I�ve seen over the past few weeks/month, but since that includes things like Men in Black II, it�s nobody�s loss if don�t feel like making any sort of effort to document my profound lack of excitement over the flick.
It might have been amusing to go into how during a teaser trailer for terminator 3, a young boy said very loudly that his mommy won�t let him see terminator movies. It might have been, but I have the feeling that it was one of those you had to be there kind of things.
I could have gone on and on about how great Margaret Cho�s Notorious C.H.O. was, but you all most likely know that already, and if you don�t, well, I don�t think it�s in the theaters anymore, so you�ll just have to take my word for it.
I had an entire entry written out devoted to playing catch up, but after making a token attempt at proof reading it, I decided it was tripe and trashed it. If I was bored to tears by the entry, why should I subject you all to it?
The entry wasn�t bad per say, just not that interesting to me. In the middle of it, I mentioned some purchases from my last visit to the old neighborhood comic book store, but that part felt a bit much. Especially since I�ve decided to go down to the San Diego Comic Con for a couple of days this weekend. It�s a token attempt at a quickie vacation and will no doubt result in there being a geek boy overkill entry up here very soon.
I will mention that I did not buy any of the Muppet figures being sold a the store, despite my being exactly the sort of person this exercise in GenX nostalgia marketing is aimed for. Not because I'm high minded about the repackaging and mass marketing of the memories of my youth, but because the only figure I would want to buy is Beaker, and dang it, Beaker is the only character that isn�t sold individually. Then again, I may change my mind at the Con and end up with the entire first series set. Who knows what kind of nerd buying frenzy i�ll be in.
After all, I did get the oddly under endowed crotch alternative boy toy cover of the last issue of Codename: Knockout just for the heck of it, so who knows what I�ll end up buying this weekend.
A few entries ago I made an extremely brief mention of watching and getting weirded out by uzumaki. I also implied that I would write about it, which I haven�t so far, and I guess I should.
Although what is there to say about a movie that reveals that spirals are bad? Heck, they�re more than bad, they�re downright evil. They make you stare at them until you become obsessed. They make you stare at them until you go mad. They twist your mind. They twist your body. They make you do gross things with your eyeballs that make me turn away from the tv because I can�t look at freaky rolling around your head eyeball computer animated scenes.
They also turn some people into snails, make others commit suicide, and give the most popular girl in school a bizarrely fatal hairdo, or maybe it was all just an ancient curse, or maybe it was just a very funky, very stylized, Japanese horror movie based on a weird Horror manga.
The strangest thing about the movie was not the content, but that I actually watched it. I�m a big ol� wuss. I never watch horror movies. I don�t like them. I don�t watch them. So why the heck was I watching this thing? At midnight, with the lights out no less?
more later,
nico
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Music:
Cabas Cabas
(When I wrote in an earlier entry that I was failing in my attempt to have 70�s porn hair, this is what I meant by humidly not being my friend.)
Want:
To get out of my latest moody funk, or some coconut ice cream. Which ever would be simpler. �-)
Elsewhere:
Vertigo POP! Tokyo and La Pierdida (two things worth checking out even if the idea of reading a comic book makes you shudder and gives you an instant headache.)
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