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Friday, April 23rd, 2004
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9:13 am - Cancer
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My mother called me right before Easter and told me she'd had a mammogram and the doctor was worried enough that he called them while they were driving back to their town and said she'd need to come back in as soon as possible. That news crushed me as it could lead to death if she has cancer. She told me she'd occasionally get a pain in her breast, but when she'd lay down, it would go away. She said this had been going on for years and the word 'years' is what frightened me. That would give cancer plenty of time to eat through her body. Coincidentally, I've been thinking about the eventual death of my parents a lot lately. She went back in and the doctor said they have a scale of 1 to 5 (5 being the worst) that they assign a patient as to it's possibility of cancer. She got a 5. The good news is that it's a cluster of some sort and 96% of those type end up being benign. On the 29th, they will remove it and know for sure. These are very good odds, but even 4% frightens me as it's my mother. Once it's out and (God willing) declared benign, I will breathe quite a sigh of relief. Naturally, they have prayed a good deal about it and my mom said that my dad has had a sense of peace about it and believes she will be fine. I'm optimistic too, especially with the odds last given. But as I said, I'll be glad when I know for sure.
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| Friday, April 9th, 2004
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5:39 pm
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I know I haven't updated. I'm sorry I haven't updated. I know I said I'd post some pictures and I will and how dare you falsely think that I won't. You just settle down >:I.
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| Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
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4:07 pm - A quick hello
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Ok ok, I realize I'm not updating, but I've been really busy. Things are going quite well both with the new place and at work. There's been a nasty rumor at work that we will go to retina scan to gain entrance. That'd suck. We also just made Fortune Magazine's list of top companies. Our stock keeps going up and I'm not longer going to be doing contract work for them as they are now claiming me as their own. Had a zillion people come together last night to watch UFC. Chuck beat Tito. That means nothing to a single one of you :). Man, my new place is great. I'm gonna try and post some pictures soon. Sorry to say, but as always, pictures are friends only. I'll post again soon.
Someone needs to get X-box live and come play with me. Not that I can't find a zillion people online, but it'd be cool if any of you had it. Which I'm sure you don't :).
current mood:  hungry
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| Friday, March 26th, 2004
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7:52 pm - Birth
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A friend of mine and I have been looking for perfect pad. A place where we could be ultra-social. A base of operations for us and our friends. I'm happy to say that we have most certainly found that place and we're in it now. ...well I am anyway, he's shortly to follow. I can't tell you how much I love this place. I'll explain later.
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| Thursday, March 25th, 2004
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3:24 pm - Dear bliss
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I'd just like to state that the movie, "Pearl Harbor", which I've never seen is very anti-Semi...err, anti-Japanese and I don't think they should say that the Japanese did that. That's just not very tolerant and paints a bad picture of the Japanese. And why can't they just say that nazi's were from outer space? Those ww2 movies are just so wrong! >:I Or perhaps the best example yet...any movie about the Revolutionary War is anti-America. Even though there are good and bad Americans in it. If you're one of those people that say The Passion is anti-Semitic, I don't care who you are, or whether you're a friend of mine or not...you're as dumb as a box of hair. You don't have to think of Jesus as God. You don't even have to like him. But to say a movie is bad for being historically accurate and not nicer about the past by making up lies, is to say you're thinking is extremely childish. Wait, I take that back. That's an insult to children.
And Jesus was what? He was....what...a Roman? An American? Well whatever he was, that movie sure did make Jews out to be bad people, huh? Psh! Stupid Mel Gibson. And all those diciples! I sure do hate the French.
I can't wait to hear about how we won the *New* Revolutionary War with hugs and kisses. In fact, can we take, "war" out of the title? That's not very tolerant! >:I It doesn't teach us properly how to ignore things or how to pretend that we piss flowers every morning.
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| Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
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12:33 am - Malfunction
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I heard 2 people talking about religion. One of them spouted quotes and metaphors from The Matrix to explain his own view on life. He spoke of it as though it was a wisdom to behold.
Have you ever played dodge ball and you're the only one left and 20 people throw the ball at you at once? You know that feeling? Not the feeling of being the last, and thus a popular target, but the feeling of trying to dodge far too many things? Trying to somehow defy the laws of physics and seemlessly fit between them all? You can't do it. You just feel multiple tugs from your brain telling you seperate ways to dodge each one, but not them all. Ultimately, you go nowhere. At the very best, you just brace for impact.
This is how I felt when I heard him spit his stupidity all over the counter. There are too many things to say. Too many ways to attack him. Do you talk about it's it's flaws? The complete idiocy of letting a Hollywood sci-fi flick teach you the most important thing in existence? Do you mock him? Do you tell him how pretentious it is? Do you tell him they didn't mean for him to believe it and base his life on it? Do you just walk away and silently cry because it hurts too much to know he exists? Do you actually go to the task of analyzing what he said or speaking on God through your knowledge of science, history, or what have you?
No. You can do nothing. You can do nothing but sit there and later make a post likening it to dodgeball.
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| Thursday, March 18th, 2004
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6:04 pm - Superstar
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I've been asked 5 questions in that old, "Ask 5 questions" game, and now I'm just gonna answer them dadgumit.
[1] what's behind your lj pic?
Well first of all Shelbi, I assume that you ask that because you think it's just so cool. And you know what? You're exactly right! It's Stan Laurel of Laurel and Hardy. I wrote a long entry about him once, but who knows where that is. All I can tell you is that I loved the guy. He was funny. But he was also really nice and answered back every single piece of fan mail ever written to him. And when his very little girl was upset that Hardy was always beating him up in his films, he had the ending to their new film do just the opposite. Laurel hurled bricks at Hardy as he fled down the railroad tracks. The last final brick hitting him in the head and knocking him to the ground. A big Hollywood movie had a different ending, all for one little girl. It'd take me a long time really to go into him, but I love the guy. And I love that picture of him that I have as an icon. He was a comedic genius and the friendship between he and his partner (Oliver Hardy) of many many years was said to be the strongest in Hollywood.
[2] what are you doing besides answering this question?
Mastur...nuthin. I just got home from work and fixing my tire at the shop. I'm hungry.
[3] how many cds do you own and what's your favorite?
Oh CRAP! I have no earthly idea how many I have. Several hundred is all I can say. I was more into music at 13 than most people are their whole lives. And I was a promoter for the 2nd oldest punk club in the country. And I know or have met a zillion bands. I've always been really into music. As far as which single cd is my favorite, I think I can answer that. But part of the answer lies in what it is to me and you have to understand that. But that cd would be U2's 'War' cd put out in 1983. The vast majority of what I listen to isn't popular, but the things that U2 put out between 1978 and 1983 are wonderful to me. I was a U2 fanatic as a kid. These days I like them, but not very much. Some songs are great, some are ok, and then there are those others. But it was a very very very different U2 back then. Fame did not do them well. I have every single solitary thing they ever did and then some (up to recent history). I have the 45's they made before they could get signed. Bono drew the cover on one and they're just kids. I have a copy of the songs stolen from their studio in Germany. They did some things that were extremely limited (as in 100 pressings), yet I have at least 1 of them all. Now I have this huge collection and I don't much care for them. I mean, I like them, but not a lot. Lots of boring songs they do these days. But my collection reminds me of my childhood and more.
[4] would you rather have popsicles or ice cream?
Well, if you just mean basic popsicles and not anything cool, then I'll go for ice cream.
[5] do you like the corono commericals, and why?
I don't even know what a corono is. And I don't watch tv. Cuz I'm so cool.
[6] bogle, do you know how incredibly sexy and appealing I find you to be?
Well technically Shelbi, that's 6 questions. But no, I didn't know. And I'll thank you to keep it in your pants.
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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12:02 am - The porch
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It never fails. No matter where you go for Mexican food, someone is going to say there's a more authentic Mexican restaurant somewhere else. They say my beloved 'El Porton' isn't as genuine as some others. I always say they should tell that to the 50+ illegal immigrants they had working for them that were sent back. But regardless, I don't care if Ronald McDonald is back in the kitchen turning over my chicken chimi-changa. Good is good. It's 100% eskimo food for all I care. All I know is that if anyone ever comes between me and my changa, I'm stuffing their esophogus with a sombrero.
In other food related news, I'm going to learn to make some Thai dishes. Oh, you're all going to be so jealous it's just going to hurt.
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| Thursday, March 11th, 2004
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11:30 pm - Death
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AHHHH!!!!!! Dave Blood, bassist of The Dead Milkmen just committed suicide :(.
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| Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
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8:52 pm - Jargon
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I told a woman at work that I really liked her skirt/boot combination. I didn't tell her that I liked it cuz it made her look like a swashbuckler.
I'm in a coffee shop on a friend's computer. Some rednecks came in and are playing pool. One of them raised a fuss about who gets to break and asked if one of the other 2 wanted to do rock/paper/scissors for it. Personally, I believe that pool (like air hockey) should involve more physical contact.
There's a girl studying in the corner. She's wearing a college hoody. Wash U. She looks completely zonked. I saw a girl in here a couple of days ago with headphones on. She was fairly cute, but I mainly just liked the headphones. So I told Jason I was gonna find a reason to talk to her. We played pool and she came walking back from the restroom at a point. I asked her what she was listening to. She smiled and said Tori Amos. That COMPLETELY threw my game off. All I could do was stare for just half a second before uttering, "I'm sorry." and going back to the non-Tori-Amos-loving pool game I was winning even though I didn't break.
I did dig this place more when it wasn't so stinking popular. It's kinda cool sitting here with this laptop though. Uh oh, here come some young trying-very-hard-to-be-cool kids. Ok, they're standing right in front of my table. Ok, they've been there a while now and I'm pretty much having to move the screen so they can't see I'm talking about them. Yep, they're camped.
Josh wants to play chess. But I'm all happy and content with my little play-pretty. That being this computer. I want a computer :/. That cyber cafe gets expensive. Some girls Josh knows (and thusly kinda me over the last couple of years, but not well) just arrived. I hope they realized that 'gay porn' was a joke.
And there goes what is apparently a heavy consumer of Hot Topic. Those pants sure are cool. And stuff. I wonder what cool music she could turn me on to :). Maybe Tori Amos. No, that's not an Amos type. What does that listen to anyway? What do kids listen to these days? A stranger is here talking to someone I met once. Please don't talk to me. Please don't talk to me. Leave me alone to my precious. My pretty glowing electric precious.
What to do, what to do. They'll be leaving soon and I shall go acoustic. I'm not sure I wanna go where they're going cuz I'm hungry and the food there never impresses. Sigh... Time to go.
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| Sunday, March 7th, 2004
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11:19 pm - Super villain
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Sigh... I really really need a computer.
Recently, I was in Republic Coffee again (same night as previous post). This guy comes up and looks at me kinda excited, and starts saying hello and junk. I just look at him wondering who he is. He tells me he cut his hair. I still have no freaking clue. As it turns out, he was at this festival I worked at THREE YEARS AGO.
We both worked the fest, but in drastically different ways. He was one of the driver's who took bands to and from their hotel.
TANGEANT: All I really was was a political figure. The guy throwing the fest took me here and there and out of town and would later say he had me as part of the fest so people would think he knew what he was doing with the harder end of the music (I used to be a promoter at the 2nd oldest punk club in the US). Ultimately, he didn't take any of my advice. And I mean none. He didn't agree with me. But he didn't mind having me around. What a waste. As I predicted, the fest bombed and lost millions of dollars. My friend Joey did a good job with the HIPPY stage. : END OF TANGEANT
So this guy at this coffee shop seemed to think I knew him and this is a huge pet peave of mine cuz it happens to me CONSTANTLY. I mean seriously, it drives me insane. Just cuz I have this hair and maybe shook someone's hand at some point, that doesn't mean we're best friends. Then he starts talking and talking and talking and talking. On a thick piece of paper, I scribbled the words, "Help me!" and slipped it to my left where Daric was sitting at the counter with me, in the hope that he'd interupt this guy. I took it back after a while, but Daric had not actually seen it as I had supposed. Then this guy is talking about starting up this club (after telling me his life story and I'm not kidding), and asks me to be involved. I told him time and time again that Memphis was not a good place for shows and politely declined. I honestly could not hear the vast majority of what he said either. I kid you not. He was way too quiet and my hearing sucks. I just stared at him and nodded occasionally. Finally, I forced my head to the left when there was the tiniest break in his speach and spoke to Daric about basketball and I don't give a flip about basketball, but I knew he did. But that guy just stayed there and waited patiently. When there was a break, he started talking again. Finally, I broke free of him one more time (this took a while) and began talking non-stop to Daric. That guy then got up to go and I stupidly said goodbye. He then spoke for another 5 minutes while still standing from his chair. Finally he left.
I think that even more psychopathic than his incessant and quiet babble, was the fact that he thought I'd know him (and as though we were close) cuz he worked some fest I worked at 3 years ago. And we didn't work together. He must have just have seen me. Psycho.
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| Friday, March 5th, 2004
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11:25 pm - Daric
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I was at Republic Coffee tonight. I sat at the counter and a guy I'd met a couple times before came in. Smiling, he sat down next to me and said hello. He's generally a quiet guy, but I know from some previous conversation that he was married, but his wife died. He's also an avid Green Bay Packers fan. Which is fine as they are my 2nd favorite.
I talked to him and the girls behind the counter for 4 hours. But toward the end of the night, I spoke to him for maybe an hour and a half about his late wife. She had a problem with her heart. Something hereditary. Her father had the same thing, but he underwent the surgery necessary to keep from dying. They knew she needed it, but they always put it off. It had scared her father up and she didn't want the scars.
He described her as the nicest person in the world. He said that she felt so bad for one coffee shop owner that didn't have a day off, that she started working there on Sunday's, so he could have that day off. She did this for free. She always adopted animals and would sometimes point at their two cats and tell him, "Just look them. You know there's a God." He told me many things about her. But he also said she had it very hard growing up. Her dad molested her. Later her parents divorced. She hit a bicyclist (who she said hit her) and he sued her, but lost in court. Undergoing that court case was very hard on her though. She got into drugs. Then she met this guy I was talking to, whose name is Daric by the way. And that's how it's spelled. They dated 4 years and then married.
After 4 years of marriage, she was driving home day. She had gone out of town and was driving from Cinncinnati. She called Daric and they only spoke a second. He told her he'd call her back as soon as his movie ended. When he called, he got the hospital. While driving on the interstate, her heart failed. Her car swung and hit the guard rail till it stopped. He thinks her death was close to instant. The poor guy had to drive all the way to Cinncinnati to identify his dead wife. You can just imagine how hard that drive must have been for him.
Now it's 10 months later. He hasn't cleaned up her stuff yet at home, but recently did her laundry. He said he's been leaving the light on at night because he had left it on for her when he was waiting for her to come back from that trip. He says he feels like she's still coming and it's never fully sunk in. Her favorite place was near this light tower...I forget what city it was in, but they lived there a while. He drove back to that city and scattered her ashes there. She had said that if she died, that would be in her head as where she was happy, so he felt he should do it. She wanted to go to New Orleans (again maybe?), so he drove down there. He is fine at work because he can focus, but when he nears home, it starts to sink in. He nearly goes crazy once home and talks to the cats a lot. He watches a great deal of sports to keep his mind off of it.
He told me he doesn't grieve enough. He told me that he had said some mean things to her and wished so much that he could talk to her one last time. Wished he could have just have had one more moment with her. He said that he had said some things in anger during a fight that may have made her think they were headed for divorce. He told me that she was his best friend and emphatically said she was everything to him. He still keeps up with her family and they visit each other during holidays. Her brother said that Daric brought happiness into her unhappy life. But this poor poor man is tormented now.
I told him a great deal of things that I can't possibly write here. I reassured him of some things and reminded him of what her brother had said. I said a lot of things and I'm deleting more than I'm typing here because sometimes it's easier to speak than to type. But at several points his eyes welled up with tears and it just about killed me. My own nearly did at a couple of points and it was all I could do to keep my composure. I felt so bad for this guy. He comes up to this coffee shop to escape the solitude of his own home, but he's kind of quiet, so not many talk to him. He left shortly before me and I told one of the girls behind the counter about him and she was just devastated. But I told her so she'd make more conversation with him when he's sitting there by himself :).
He and I both make a habit of sitting at the counter. We both do it for conversation from strangers. This is how we met. I'm far more outgoing than he is, but since I know him now, I drag him into the conversations I have with those around me. I was very sad tonight talking to this guy. But also happy I was there for him, you know? He's dealing with some very very strong sorrow. I still remember one particular point that he turned his head toward me, his eyes full. It was as though he turned and looked in slow motion. You could feel that much intensity in him. I know I said some things to him that he needed to hear and thank you God I was able to do so. I took his number this time (last time I'd only given mine), and I wrote something down on a thick little piece of paper that I wanted him to remember when the dark sinks in on him. Though I wanted him to keep it, I didn't say so. But he took it with him when he left. I hope it finds it's way in front of him at the right moment. He's a nice guy. I think I'll keep him. ...And he'll be great during football season.
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| Monday, March 1st, 2004
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8:50 pm - Oscar, Billy, and Pat
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I saw the latter half of the Oscar's last night. Sean Penn won best actor, and I do think he's a good actor. But I also think that some rolls require more emotion and acting 'over the top' doesn't automatically make you good. Gay. And though I never saw Monster, I knew she'd get it cuz you could just feel it. Again, over the top. Super model gets makeup to look ugly (as opposed to maybe just getting a different girl?) and goodness, isn't that impressive. But eh, I can't be bothered with it. I will say that I despise Billy Crystal and in all the years I've heard him speak, I don't know if he's ever once made me laugh. Even a little. Why do people like him? Howard Stern says a lot of junk about him and his leaving his wife and they sent their tard to ask him about it. He wasn't happy. He was a dick to Bill Murray. When best actor was announced, the other nominee's clapped and smiled, but you could tell Bill was let down. Personally, I love Bill Murray, but he was out of his mind to think that that roll in LIT would have won him best actor. Why was he even nominated? Oh yeah...cuz it's a hip movie so they're supposed to do that. Anyway, Billy said, "Don't go Bill. Don't go. We still love you." Jerk. I'm glad they gave an oscar to Blake Edwards. I absolutely adore the Pink Panther films. Though the first one wasn't like the other and wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Oh, and the last one with some guy other than Peter Sellers was terrible.
My dad turned 71 a couple of days ago.
My old roommate Pat and I went to see Club Dread the other night. Twas quite good :). And Jordon Ladd surely should marry me. There were 2 girls and 3 guys sitting a few rows behind us. One of them threw something that landed one row short of us on the floor. I figured it was an accident. Later, another thing was thrown and hit the top of the chair between us. Pat, by the way, is 6'5", 350 pounds. A professional wrestler by the name of Choke. And though they don't know that I eat/sleep/and train to fight day in and out, I don't carry the appearance of passivity. Or even sanity for that matter. I got pissed and as soon as I looked up at them, the girl who threw it, and quickly the other four, were offering apologies abounding. I guess it really was an accident, but HOW does someone accidentally hurl not one, but two things 3 rows forward? Must have been aiming for the row behind. And very short in brain power. As my friend Jason later said, between the 2 of us, it would have been a blood bath. Pat started getting all kinds of pissed cuz they were talking and Pat takes about 5 seconds for his actions to follow his anger cuz unfortunetaly he's got a short fuse. But he calmed him down when I noted that the previews hadn't even started yet, ha ha :). And they were quiet once it started. I still remember telling him to let some guys go once that were loud during star wars. But they were leaving so I didn't think it was worth the trouble of Pat making them. Pat yelled, "Shut the fuck up!" and one of them, not knowing from where the voice came in the dark said, "Why don't you come down here and make me?" He was, in fact, about to stand up before I (as Pat would later pull it) "pulled an Obi-Wan on him", ha ha :). Do you remember that Pat? Muvico of course.
I better run. Anyone have a cheap laptop they wanna give me? I miss having a computer.
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| Friday, February 27th, 2004
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5:03 pm - The Passion of the Christ (there are spoilers)
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I saw this film yesterday. First of all, I should say that I loved it.
The film opens with Jesus praying in the garden. The cinematography is excellent and I think few on this earth would disagree. He's panicked as he prays and though you don't see subtitles yet, I knew what he was praying and was instantly moved by it as it was very well acted. Science shows that in times of extreme duress, the body will sweat blood, and you saw a touch of this at a point as was mentioned in the Bible.
I'll start with the few things that bothered me and then tell you what I liked about it.
He goes to his disciples and finds them sleeping. He says, "Could you not keep watch with me for one hour?" and asks them to stay awake. Then he goes to pray more. Now, in the Bible, he comes back and they are sleeping again, and he says something to the effect of, "Are you still sleeping and resting? Look, the hour is near, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us go! Here comes my betrayer!" But in the movie, the disciples do not go back to sleep and that line is ignored. This movie is probably the most accurate of Jesus films I've seen, but then, they only cover the last hours of his life, so they didn't have so much to mess up. When a man is crucified, you can not put nails through the center of his hand. While "hand" is the word used in translation in the Bible, it is referring the hand and forearm. That's just how they speak. Anyone crucified gets nails through the wrists. They have tried to crucify people through the center of the hand and it just simply doesn't work. In the film, they go through the center of the hand. Also, though the common thought is that there were only 3 men crucified that day, that is simply an assumption by some people because it mentioned the men on his left and right. But that is a common misconception. In actuality, there were many crosses as they would do mass crucifixious, and the exact number is not known. They show 3 in this film. They also showed a crow come on the cross of the theif that mocked Jesus and it pecked at and bloodied his face. I've never heard of this, but if I had to guess, I'd say it's related to some Catholic legend as Mel Gibson himself is Catholic. Lastly, as a personal opinion, I didn't like the way they handled Mary, his mother. While the actress may or may not be skilled, she was portrayed in too composed a way too often. While she was moved and you saw the occasional tear fall, she did not behave as a mother would upon seeing her son tortured and murdered. Rather she looked like a stern and strong person. Stern and strong or not, that would not be the time for composure. That may again be related to Gibson's Catholocism as the Catholics tend to Deify Mary. When Jesus was sentenced to be whipped, they could only whip him 39 times. The reason for this is it was illegal to whip a man 40 times as that was considered lethal. Naturally, not every man could take 30 lashes and some could take 50 I'm sure, but they had to draw the line somewhere for the sake of law. Jesus was whipped with a cat of 9 tails which had bits of glass and whatnot in it, and he was whipped 39 times. In the film, they start with something else. A thin flexible piece of wood just to redden him up, then they switch to the cat of 9 tails. I'm not sure how many times they hit him in the film, but it was certainly in excess of 100. They wrote into this film that the Roman guards were just going to keep going till he was dead and were disobeying orders, but were stopped before it was too late. Completely unnecessary to change that and unrealistic as well. Though I'm sure he was at least as tattered as they showed him in the movie. I do wish they had had him dripping with as much blood as he would have been from that much skin removal. He was basically just red-streaked with only the occasional dripping blood. At no point during the whipping or when he was nailed on the cross did he scream. He simply made very quiet sounds of pain. Why was this? And when Jesus was crucified, yes there was a storm, but also, the dead came from their graves and began to walk around. Why on earth was something so big not put into the film? Lastly, the famous line from the Roman centurian, "Surely this man was the Son of God." was left out.
There was much I did like. They did their best to not go light on the violent aspect of his crucifixion, although personally I didn't think they did as good as they should. Especially with no screams.
People say, "Oh, it should be NC-17." but have they seen any horror films!? They're full of crap. And while I'm at it, anti-semitic!!? Hello world of retarded people, history is history and we don't re-write it so someone will get to wear their happy face shirt that day. I'm part German. Should I complain about WW2 films that show Germans doing bad things!? And that far far more recent than 2000 years ago. And then there's the fact that the good AND the bad in this film are of Jewish birth. Excuse me, but what country did these events take place in again? And I'm sorry, but of what birth was Jesus? Oh yeah...real anti-semitic, huh? He calls them his "chosen people", and Jews cry out for his life, but uh...it's anti-semitic. Yes, I surely can't argue with such impeccable logic. As is usually the case, the dumbest of the dumb this country have to offer are blowing their horns and whining. Make no mistake though! They only whine because of their love to do so, not because of any actual offense. Many people desperately wait for someone to offend them so they can enjoy themselves screaming, "I'm a victim!! Ahh!! Do you hear me!? Look at me! I'm a victim!! Someone sure better make me feel good!!" Freaking children.
Anyway, back to the good things of the film. An absolutely fantastic element of the film was the demonism and portrayal of Satan. I can not emphasize enough how well this was done. Lucifer was shown as human, but in a very slick and always calm way. I didn't know until after the...actually, I'll let you find that one out ;). I could go on and on about the few demon scenes and how much I liked them and how well they were done, but you really just need to see the film. The whole movie is done in the correct language and the style of the film is just something you have to see. It is drastically different from previous films depicting the life of Jesus. The guy playing Peter did as good a job (if not better) than anyone else in the film, and you can't help but love him. As Jesus did I might add. He was especially close to Peter. As Jesus is crucified, you see a storm come, and I'm happy to say they showed the several inch thick curtain get ripped top to bottom. Which, I might add, destroys the notion of the Catholic Church today with their 'priest as intercessor between God and man' role. Since I'm just talking about the movie, I won't go into what the curtain was and such, but they did show it. Like Peter, Judas was also done extremely well. I can't emphasize enough how much I loved the demonic aspect of the film. The Bible only says so much of what was going on there, but the movie does a great job of making you well aware that it is, in fact, there. And they do this without re-writing anything. And I'm happy to say that Jesus wasn't displayed in this movie as a 90 pounder. In most films about Jesus in the past that I've seen, I always felt they showed him to be too somber. But God is love. Jesus was very kind and loving. The people he attacked the most were the 'religious leaders' (not all, but many) who he saw as anything but religious, and hypocritical. Which brings me to my favorite scene of the film which was something subtle that not many will come away remembering I don't think. During one of the flashbacks of the movie (there are many), Jesus is shown making a table. His mother comes out and they talk about it and the only joke in the film is done. She tells him to come in to eat. On his way, she makes him take off his dirty apron. Then she wants him to wash his hands and pours water over them. It was the next few seconds that followed that made me love the scene and made it stick in my head. After briefly rubbing his hands together under the water she was pouring on them, he purporsely shot his hands up splashing water on her. Startled, she jumped a little and he laughed, leaned down to her height with one arm over her, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
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| Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
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2:53 pm - Oh what do you know anyway
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Simon LeBon doesn't want my love. And that's just fine with me. There's a new coffee shop in town and it quickly got popular, though I'm already missing it's first 2 months of relative desolation. My friend of many years, Lauren works non-stop there. One of the other girls that's fairly new tripped on the few steps at one end of the place and dropped the drink she was carrying. I pretended I didn't see, but I couldn't help but tease her (days later) for the long streak of coffee that rested diagonally on her face unbeknownst to her.
Last night I heard the occasional howl of the cat that lives under our house (I've moved). I'd open the door and see his silhouette (he's black) looking at me for a moment, but then he'd head for safety. I put a glob of turkey breast at the entrance to his home which had mysteriously disappeared when I came back outside shortly thereafter. I realized after I went to bed that he might be thirsty, but fortunetaly, I woke to the sound of rain later that night.
Hey, none of you dorks own an Xbox, do you? Probably not. Xbox live is my friend.
Right then. Off I go.
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| Thursday, February 19th, 2004
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8:29 pm - I'm a poet and am not even aware
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With every passing day, it seems more and more of my friends are discovering my journal. I have mixed emotions about it, but overall, I don't think it matters. Most entries are friends only and then there's the fact that there's not exactly secrets in here anyway. Having said that, I'd like to dedicate the following poem to a trio of friends that now read me. Be gentle.
Shane you called me, 6 am
An empty voice mail left me waiting
You weren't aware you'd dialed me up
I'm glad you were not masturbating
Joey you look like a tattooed viking
When troubles come, you're always with me
But you also like drum circles and crap like that
And I fear you may be a hippy
Paul, you wanna be a rock star
But a nurse is alright
You just keep telling yourself that
As the tears roll down your cheeks at night
Thank you. Thank you very much. Pardon me, I have a tear.
Man I'm good.
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| Monday, February 16th, 2004
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9:09 am - To kill a monkey
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| Friday, February 13th, 2004
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8:36 am - Placebo's don't drop pounds
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I'm glad the women in my department are so health concious. Since I was the one responsible for drinks today (they're doing a thing), I did as they asked and got some diet coke. To go with their hot dogs and wings. Yep, skipping those 80 calories really makes up for anything else you eat or drink. You could use a gavel and eat lard from a barrel, but as long as you have that diet coke, you're being careful. Diciplined, if you will. Thank you diet soda. Without you, fat people across the country would have to focus on something else in their diet in order to feel they do a good job.
Man, I knew this one guy that drank soda all the time, and he got just HUGE! I'd see him and just shake my head, you know. "7UP," they'd say. You just sip that stuff and you gain millions of pounds. Diet and exercise...psh! I'm so sure.
[Ammendment to my post. Now including comments pointed out to me by an LJ friend from her own journal]
"I don't care if you *did* have a Diet Coke with that meal. A 150-calorie deficit on the beverage will not make up for the 1,000,000 calories you just consumed eating what amounts to a cardiologist's wet dream."
For the whole entry, click here.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/justdana/4534.html
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| Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
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2:30 pm - Mark of insecurity
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Can't get it up? Maybe it's cuz you're a dirty smoker.
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=571&ncid=751&e=7&u=/nm/20040211/hl_nm/health_smoking_dc
Let's see, bad for your lungs, causes several different diseases, supports some of the most evil corporations on earth, bad for your night vision, lowers your lung capacity, lowers your circulatioin, bad for your night vision, pre-mature aging, bad for your teeth, it stinks and gets in your clothes/hair/walls/furniture, and it's bad for your pocket book. AND it only calms you down because they put chemicals in it that attach themselves to your central nervous system. They are designed to make sure you freak out if you don't smoke. Think I'm lying? I worked for 2 years for a company doing research on the effects of smoking. I spoke to people in congress and CNN on a regular basis. And now, this report basically says it's screwing with your sex life. Can someone tell me how impotence and terrible health makes you tough or cool?
Why do you smoke again?
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11:38 am - Superior company
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