Here in my car, I feel safest of all
It seems buying and upgrading to a newer car is fashionable lately. Yesterday, seemingly without warning, my mom up-and bought herself a new car. Newer car than her old one. Her faithful little Sunfire was already some 6 years old & nearing 7, but hardly a problem. She decided to bite the bullet and go for a newer one and she got herself a nice Pontiac Grand Prix. Im sorta jealous, hers has fog lights...
Drivers beware...
Monday, May 31, 2004
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Thursday, May 27, 2004
How things change
I thought almost a year ago that my phone was the shit. It wasnt long after I got it I realized it wasnt. Im getting a replacment phone for something its doing that I cannot understand where its coming from. It beeps and makes weird noises. I can't hold a conversation without being bombarded with the noise.
No matter, I am going to change phone providers soon, too. AT&T has a nice special, but Sprint may have something better, but their plans are still kinda high. The rains came all day today off and on. Its been a nice change of pace since last weeks near record temps.
Man, I need to get going and fix dinner.
I thought almost a year ago that my phone was the shit. It wasnt long after I got it I realized it wasnt. Im getting a replacment phone for something its doing that I cannot understand where its coming from. It beeps and makes weird noises. I can't hold a conversation without being bombarded with the noise.
No matter, I am going to change phone providers soon, too. AT&T has a nice special, but Sprint may have something better, but their plans are still kinda high. The rains came all day today off and on. Its been a nice change of pace since last weeks near record temps.
Man, I need to get going and fix dinner.
Monday, May 24, 2004
A picture is worth a thousand words. But to an illiterate, it means nothing.
-Unknown
That's a phillosophy I have carried with me for many years. I keep telling myself that so I can keep track of my career and progress. I bought a digital camera before heading out to Corpus Christi in March, and finding artist websites aren't helping to quell the idea to take pictures reminicent of what alot of people would call (including myself) Modern Ruins.
Sure, I featured a link to that website, but theres something haunting about seeing something untouched for decades. People would think I am crazy if I said I walk auto junkyards some days, just to look at all the cars piled up on sand & discarded rims. Imagining that each and every one of the cars in that junkyard were someone's pride and joy. Imagining that at some point in that car's existence, it was brand new, eyed by their potential owners, washed in their driveways, driving down the road playing their driver's favorite songs. Then looking at them in the condition I usually see them I wonder who the car was passed to, neglected by, stolen by.
I see the history in things not many people think of. There was one day I picked up an emblem from the ground at one of the yards. A Buick's hood emblem. Unbroken, still shiny, I picked it up and took it home. I cleaned it up, polished it up and hung it on my bulletin board. It wasnt the same as seeing it proudly displayed on the hood of whichever Buick it came from, but it was there showing itself off, proudly advertising the car it no longer was attatched to but maintaining its dignity about it.
Well, I want to take pictures of these sorts of things. Look how much I wrote about a stupid, inane hood emblem. Imagine what a full picture would bring?
Ah, now you see where I am going, huh?
-Unknown
That's a phillosophy I have carried with me for many years. I keep telling myself that so I can keep track of my career and progress. I bought a digital camera before heading out to Corpus Christi in March, and finding artist websites aren't helping to quell the idea to take pictures reminicent of what alot of people would call (including myself) Modern Ruins.
Sure, I featured a link to that website, but theres something haunting about seeing something untouched for decades. People would think I am crazy if I said I walk auto junkyards some days, just to look at all the cars piled up on sand & discarded rims. Imagining that each and every one of the cars in that junkyard were someone's pride and joy. Imagining that at some point in that car's existence, it was brand new, eyed by their potential owners, washed in their driveways, driving down the road playing their driver's favorite songs. Then looking at them in the condition I usually see them I wonder who the car was passed to, neglected by, stolen by.
I see the history in things not many people think of. There was one day I picked up an emblem from the ground at one of the yards. A Buick's hood emblem. Unbroken, still shiny, I picked it up and took it home. I cleaned it up, polished it up and hung it on my bulletin board. It wasnt the same as seeing it proudly displayed on the hood of whichever Buick it came from, but it was there showing itself off, proudly advertising the car it no longer was attatched to but maintaining its dignity about it.
Well, I want to take pictures of these sorts of things. Look how much I wrote about a stupid, inane hood emblem. Imagine what a full picture would bring?
Ah, now you see where I am going, huh?
Friday, May 21, 2004
Movie Reviews I
I was told about the movie Kung-Pow enter the fist by my friend at work Vanessa. She swore up and down that it was the greatest comedy ever made. I have to disagree.
Kung Pow Enter the Fist
Maybe I wasn't giving it a chance. After all, it does warn you at the begining of the movie it was a film made in the 1970's that they dubbed over the dialogue & added the plainly American actor. But it's within this foreboding that lies the worst acted & scripted film-noir meets cheezy Godzilla voice-over works I have ever seen.
Maybe it was the golpher nun-chuks or the needless fighting sequence with a cow, but there was really no point to making or releasing this clap-trap of crap, let alone make a DVD about it. The basic premise of the movie is about a chosen one who's family was killed when he was an infant. After a life of hard-knocks, he practices to avenge his family and does in the end. Why someone thought it would be hilarious to add himself into the movie with comedic and childish jokes (including fart jokes) is beyond me.
Save your money. Rent it for a night, or whatever is the cheapest. If you actually enjoy this time-waster, you might be drunk. God knows I needed to be to actually pay attention to it.
Untill next time, the DVD tray is empty.
I was told about the movie Kung-Pow enter the fist by my friend at work Vanessa. She swore up and down that it was the greatest comedy ever made. I have to disagree.
Kung Pow Enter the Fist
Maybe I wasn't giving it a chance. After all, it does warn you at the begining of the movie it was a film made in the 1970's that they dubbed over the dialogue & added the plainly American actor. But it's within this foreboding that lies the worst acted & scripted film-noir meets cheezy Godzilla voice-over works I have ever seen.
Maybe it was the golpher nun-chuks or the needless fighting sequence with a cow, but there was really no point to making or releasing this clap-trap of crap, let alone make a DVD about it. The basic premise of the movie is about a chosen one who's family was killed when he was an infant. After a life of hard-knocks, he practices to avenge his family and does in the end. Why someone thought it would be hilarious to add himself into the movie with comedic and childish jokes (including fart jokes) is beyond me.
Save your money. Rent it for a night, or whatever is the cheapest. If you actually enjoy this time-waster, you might be drunk. God knows I needed to be to actually pay attention to it.
Untill next time, the DVD tray is empty.
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