August 24, 2009

Mad Men Mondays: Episode 3.2 "Love Among the Ruins"

I don't think I'm smart enough for this show sometimes. I've watched this episode twice and I'm still not sure what was happening in some of the scenes. Also, I'm not sure how I should be reacting to what some of the characters are doing.

Why was Don fondling the grass during the May Pole dance?

What was that long look that Don gave Peggy while she was in her office on the typewriter at the end of the episode?

What was the thematic connection between the different plot lines (the Madison Square Garden storyline, the Peggy hates Ann Margaret storyline, and the Betty vs William dutiful children of senile father storyline)?

I'm so confused!!!! Waaaaah!

August 23, 2009

(not) drunk (enough?)

this could get ugly.
spelling is not my strong suit, so...... be ware. be warned.

Rock 'n' roll is better than books. Hot dogs are better than chicken. Rita Hayworth is better than everybody.

Who can believe it's august already?! what happened to summer?! it's way too fucking cold to be august, what was it, like 50 degrees today??? i call fail sauce. You failed weather! FAILED!

I want a sammich. A roast beef, corned beef, ham, italian salami, turkey with bacon sammich. MMMMMMMMMM, sammiches is gewd.

Punk rock is your god. Listen to the ramones your cretins! I don't know why i'm telling you this, nobody listens to good music anymore.

I'm having a Beatles weddding when I get married. All beatles music, beatles themed, a strawberry fields forever cake, wedding party enters to Happiness is a Warm Gun, woo hoo, yeah. Don't judge me.

Now for something serious: Is it just me or does it feel like life is entering a fog? The world is entering a strange confusion; there's something in the air and it aint mint flavored. It's egg sauce and sulfer; it's fire and burnt pizza. It's stale beer and lost youth. Or maybe I'm just cold from the august weather being 500 degrees below average!!!!! Seriously, Al Gore, go eff yourself! Global warming?! It's colder than I can ever remember!!!!!!

I want more. That's all I can think to say.

What is the greatest movie ever made? Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
What is the greatest song ever sung? Big Long Sliding Thing
What are the greatest books ever written? A Song of Ice and Fire series by George RR Martin (what does the RR stand for? I think he just made it up to sound cool.....)
What is the greatest TV show theme song of all time? Green Acres

That's it. I'm cashed. This one goes out to you, Mind Grapes:

Because she didn't believe me when I told her about this song.
Just stick that hunk of meat in the basket. Double entendre, waht?

August 21, 2009

Video Madness!

A TCM Promo from a couple of years ago.

August 17, 2009

Mad Men Monday: Episode 3.1 "Out of Town"

For season three of Mad Men, "Change" seems to be the watchword, but I think a better word might be "Upheaval." Change is too positive, it's too nice. Change makes me think of "new" and "forward" and "frontiers" -- it can be a frightening word, but that fear is often tempered by anticipation and promise. The world is changing: that is both an unsettling and an exhilarating thought.

It's the old adage: "Change can be good." But for my money, the change I feel coming for the guys and gals at Sterling Cooper does not look good. The changes coming, the ones that seem to be edging closer the further we move into the 60s, are not full of promise and forward momentum and the dawn of a new age. The changes coming are going to shatter things; the changes coming are going to destroy institutions. Some people say, let those institutions burn, but I'm not willing to jump onto the youth rebellion, or start banging my drum for the impending revolution just yet. What's coming over the horizon is a devolution. Adulthood will be shattered. The Hollywood studios will crumble. Fashion will tumble into oblivion. Don Draper will eventually meet the 1970s and that's too depressing a thought for words.

August 16, 2009

drunk pomes


In between last night's dream
And the oncoming mosquito invasion,
There was much to think about,
So I sat down and shook the lemon seed and
Out popped anarchy and the birdman, who said:
"Watch me levitate beyond your freeloading vice,
And consider with dexterity your next move."

I did just that and flipped on the hockey game.
It was bloody, with blade-skated throats.
Octopi floated from the ceiling and the
Insect invasion began.

I was glad to be in pajamas, which is
What I told my push pop.


well. here i am. wasted as usual. what's the frequency? who knows, except I don't. I don't know anything except this keyboard is too hard to type on and I'm too drunk on highballs/whiskey to care. What's the point of it all? Except I'm too young for life in this world, I don't live like I'm young anymore, except I live like I'm too young. I don't like modern dance music, if that's what they even call it. Hollywood calls out to me like it calls all sad, insecure, creative, neurotic people.... Hellos, hollywood friends, I miss you and I miss my dreams, they are about the same thing these days...
There is a feeling, I can't quite tap into it, but it's there, hiding amongst the brain matter of the 20something generation, it's a real thing, it's a truth, that this thing, that sees beauty, it sees beyond the empty shell of millennial life, it knows that there are things worth loving, things worth believing, even if these things are nothing more than a flicker of quicksilver light, they are things more believable, more real than saturday night suburban bars, more true than pulsating nonsense -- I have seen the end of days and they are less populated than you would believe. Not everybody makes it to the end. If only a diner were a sacred place, we would all end up there by 4 am.

I see the eternal diner in florescent bursts, it is a marvel. I see all the books I should have read. I see the music enlightenment, but sadly nobody else hears the tune. I wish you could laugh along with me at the futility. I laugh too much. I laugh at everything and all things, I'm never serious except when I am and it's not appropriate. I don't fit in.

That's the last word, basically. I don't fit it. I've never fit in, I never will, just stop trying and all will be well. There is a hole in the world and that whole is filled with shit, and I can't remember anything but it, nothing but empty eyes, empty mouths, empty heads, silly unchallenged dumbass twits, I guess I'm a snob afterall. Ah well, what the hell, I never pretended to be anything but a bitch. Embrace it, I guess.

There are two truths I know: 1. Rock & Roll is better when it's shit and 2. Regular people are boring.

Bring on the misanthropy.

August 1, 2009

Summer Under the Stars!

I'm pretty much of the mind that Turner Classic Movies cannot get any cooler. Exhibit A of Coolness: This website for TCM's Summer Under the Stars 2009. It's this month, August, starting today, all month long. The posters for each star's month are almost as good as the movies themselves!

Personally, I can't wait for Gloria Grahame Day, Marion Davies Day, and Gene Hackman Day. And also, today: Henry Fonda Day. Grapes of Wrath is on tonight at 8 pm and I've got the DVR set!