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May 24th 2007, 05:31 CEST by Gabe I'm kind of curious. |
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It was on PBS a few nights ago, we watched for a while as well. Actually, the liberalism of the media - as a general thing - IS a major fallacy. What the media is, is a whore. -LP Johnsen Family
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It sure is. Is this your first time seeing it? I watched Aliens, and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt.
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Yes, this was the first time I saw it. I was disappointed that Maria didn't die. |
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#102 by yotsuya It sure is. Is this your first time seeing it? No, just the first time in years. Actually, the liberalism of the media - as a general thing - IS a major fallacy. What the media is, is a whore. -LP Johnsen Family
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I've never seen West Side Story. I don't like musicals. You never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religions. Only man behaves with such gratuitous folly. It is the price he has to pay for being intelligent but not, as yet, intelligent enough. --Aldous Huxley
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I had to watch it in grade 8 as part of the enrichment course I was in. It was painful enough that I never want to see it again. |
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Speaking of musicals, I want to see The Wiz again. |
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I've seen West Side Story. I don't like musicals. Even I know what crossing the Rubicon means, and I know fuck all about American history. -m0nty
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You have no right to insinuate anything about someone's movie experience. And this is directed to who....? In regards to what...? I watched Aliens, and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt.
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You've only seen Aliens once, you fucker. |
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He speaks truth. I don't watch movies more than once and even I have seen that one multiple times. Aliens of course, I don't like musicals*. For a moment Hot Fuzz got a little too spazzy for me. You know, towards the end. It was fun movie, definitely good, and the way they kick it into high gear at the end was a hilarious way to go out. But nevertheless it felt forced. It didn't quite get me laughing as much as perhaps it ought have. Good movie, but not great. * possibly except Moulin Rouge "…a four-dimensional real vector space equipped with a nondegenerate, symmetric bilinear form."
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I just found it funny because I wasn't insinuating anything. I was agreeing with Cheesy. I watched Aliens, and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt.
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I love musicals and West Side Story is great, if a little uneven. It's my favorite movie adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. Speaking of musicals, I want to see The Wiz again. Oy. It wasn't good. This review pretty much nails just about everything I think about it. My crummy little life
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hangedman, I know the movie was largely considered a failure, but i have to disagree with yout. I love the music, significantly more than the music in the original Oz. Some of the visual ideas are so cool and trippy, it's like a black Terry Gilliam movie at times. Yeah, Ross is too old, but she's totally believable as this sort of neurotic mouse of a woman. The end sequence with the workers being liberated is shockingly beautiful. Richard Pryor is way better, more tragic and pathetic than the original Wizard. |
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Pretend that all was typed properly. |
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Hugin, Fair enough. I found it poorly paced and rather upsetting. I mean, even when Nipsy Russell (of all people) kinda came off as creepy and the sets were so desolate and uninviting. I have less of a problem with Ross being too old (though she totally was) than the fact that she was sooooo neurotic and frail. I agree that it gets better near the end but I think it is a pretty tough slog until then. My crummy little life
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Well, it's definitely scary in places. Those growing puppet things were creepy as hell. But I think that's kind of the point. This isn't a story about the journey of a white girl in Kansas in 1939, this is a story about the journey of a black woman in New York in 1978, a person unavoidably living in a harsher, scarier, more dangerous world. And it's teaching a tougher, scarier lesson than the original film. Not "Really, home and family are best.", but rather "You've got to get out into the world and stand up for yourself." I do think the pacing is problematic. But I dunno, the inventiveness of some of the adapted elements are just so kooky and awesome. They're trying to make progress on the yellow brick road, and oh look, taxis...but the taxis always go out of service and pull away before they can get close. The flying monkeys becoming a motorcycle gang, the Emerald City as a sort of dreamy Super-Manhattan (remembering that the movie starts in Harlem, the shortness of the distance travelled underscoring how people in cities are separated more by race and class than geography), stuff like that. |
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I didn't enjoy The Wiz. |
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I guess I could air my other problems with the movie but it would just me be me needlessly bitching. I think we have a distinct difference of taste here. I just wanna throw in the fact that the screenwriter was Hollywood's go-to-guy for black life in the 70's, Joel motherfuckin' Schumacher. I kid you not. After getting started as a costume designer, Joel Schumacher became the writer of black movies like Sparkle, Car Wash, DC Cab and yes, the Wiz. Am I the only person that finds this weird and wrong? Holy crap! Looking at IMDB, I see that Sparkle starred both Irene Cara and Phillip Michael Thomas! Huh! That could be awesomely bad. My crummy little life
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Well, don't get me wrong, the movie was a critical and commercial failure. I'm just trying to convey what I like about it. |
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I haven't ever seen any of the Pirates movies... thought I did see Shrek (and liked most of it) and Shrek 2 (and hated most of it). Garbage unreasonable. Refuses to be taken away.
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[blog] As it would happen, I found myself in a rather fortunate yet bizarre predicament. There was a rather young man hanging about a few days ago. Long story short, we ended up doing you know what. What has me a perplexed is that the age difference is substantial. He is twenty six, I am thirty nine. During his stay, there were plenty of young women his age around but for some reason, he kept ending up on my doorstep. Anyways, after a while, I got sick of seeing him throw himself at me and did what any warm blooded woman would. It was a pleasant couple of days but the age thing bothers me. My ex husband was twenty one years older than me and it didn't bother me a bit. Why is this thing nagging at me this way? Am I discriminating against him based on age? Why can't I just feel good about the encounter? [/blog] |
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Don't worry about age, that's an arbitrary label. If he's immature and that bothers you, worry about that. Even I know what crossing the Rubicon means, and I know fuck all about American history. -m0nty
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See that's the thing. He is mature. I really should'nt have a problem with it but I do. I'm just not sure what the problem is. It's not like I took advantage of him or anything but somehow I feel like I did. Introspection sucks. |
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I'm three months older than my wife, and it's been nothing but trouble the past 15 years. |
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About the age thing, I believe in the '10 year' rule when it comes to dating and, to a lesser degree, sex. Maybe (and I'm really just guessing here) you just felt discomforted by what was essentially him begging for it and you giving in. It doesn't really sound either that sexy or that fulfilling and you don't really write about it with any enthusiasm. That's my guess. My crummy little life
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Wing Really, the age thing doesn't matter at all. Decide if he's old enough for you, not worry about the actual number of his age. People mature at different times in different ways. Don't let some arbitrary number hold you back from having fun with someone. If this guy likes you, no matter your age, why is it fair to hold him to a different standard. If it bothers you enough, talk with him about it. Nothing like bringing it up and having a real discussion about to see how mature he really is... I've been married coming up on 14 years now, to a woman ten years older than me... My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in
"I'm not sure it's possible to make a "subtle" jab at Matt's writing ability." - Ergo |
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Maybe (and I'm really just guessing here) you just felt discomforted by what was essentially him begging for it and you giving in. It doesn't really sound either that sexy or that fulfilling and you don't really write about it with any enthusiasm. Well I didn't want to get too graphic and end up with a bunch of gif demands. Seriously, the guy was hot. I just kept pushing him away/ being cold, aloof because of the age thing. Make no mistake. I wanted him. He came a knocking one too many times and I all but savaged the poor bastard. Very satisfying indeed. If it bothers you enough, talk with him about it. Nothing like bringing it up and having a real discussion about to see how mature he really is... Or we may find out how immature I am. There is actually little to discuss as he has gone back home (west coast). We have decided to keep in touch and we may make plans to get together sometime but as you can see, this is hardly a committed relationship. So with no strings attached, I am still left perplexed as to why it bothers me. As most of you have stated, it shouldn't but on some level it's nagging at me. Phtf! Seriouly, I never cared about this before and I don't understand why I do now. |
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I dunno, but I could bang you when you come to New York for your show. Consider it free therapy. |
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I promise I won't talk about The Wiz. |
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Please, more boring lawyer updates. Don't really care about the bang Wingwalker trip report. |
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Enh, if you have a problem with it you have a problem with it. Wishing you could be less neurotic is a good way to stay neurotic. Even I know what crossing the Rubicon means, and I know fuck all about American history. -m0nty
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I dunno, but I could bang you when you come to New York for your show. Consider it free therapy. All of a suden I don't have a problem with it any more. Thanks for the free therapy offer but apparently, I've been cured. Good to know you've got my back(side) covered though. Thanks for letting me rant guys. I really should get some women friends to talk about these things with but the one gal I talked to told me that she had always fantasized about being with a younger man, not for the sex mind you but because he would be easier to train. I just can't relate to that kind of thought pattern on any level. |
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I can see the age guilt thing. The age difference is what really killed my last thing; basically, some immature bullshit she was pulling was bad enough that I had to consider - is this her age, or will she always be this neurotic? I decided the distance and the amount of time she'll be in grad school made it too risky. It was a hell of a lot of fun for most of it though, so IMO just go for it. 'Lessons learned' are for later on, after the fun is over. What's that one phrase again? Don't worry about avoiding temptation, eventually it'll start avoiding you. Give in while you can. |
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wing, it likely bothers you because in an odd way, it makes you feel old, and it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of him. But the fact is he IS an adult, you ain't that old, and if you were both happy to jump in the sack, who cares? Life's too short to worry about the occasional 26 year old. "Testiculos habet et bene pendentes" — "He has testicles, and they dangle nicely."
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the one gal I talked to told me that she had always fantasized about being with a younger man, not for the sex mind you but because he would be easier to train People like that need to get into a real S/M relationship, because forcing someone who isn't a bottom into that kind of role is just creepy. Even I know what crossing the Rubicon means, and I know fuck all about American history. -m0nty
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He is twenty six, I am thirty nine. Pfft. Despite the constant shit people give me about my age, you ain't old. At 26, I lusted over (and slept with a few) hot women in their 30s and 40s. You never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religions. Only man behaves with such gratuitous folly. It is the price he has to pay for being intelligent but not, as yet, intelligent enough. --Aldous Huxley
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Well theres been the whole 'Milf' attitude thing, and its morphing into 'Cougar' I guess some guys never get passed Oedipus issues and so identify hot with mommy, so are attracted.... Not much different to gals wanting someone like their Daddy. |
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Don't take relationship advice from the guy who married a crackwhore. Horrible song of the nonce: Left Behind
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I laughed. |
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.gi… oh those were covered already huh. "…a four-dimensional real vector space equipped with a nondegenerate, symmetric bilinear form."
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Pusy can't hang. Fuck 'im. Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want and deserve to get it good and hard.
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XAML! I watched Aliens, and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt.
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Worry about it when you're sleeping with 17-year-olds Wing. Until then, enjoy it. Actually, the liberalism of the media - as a general thing - IS a major fallacy. What the media is, is a whore. -LP Johnsen Family
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I don't really feel like finishing my previous blog entry right now, so instead I'll tell a story from earlier in my "career." When I was still in law school I participated in a clinic which provided free legal services to prisoners who had been convicted of sex crimes and murders who sought to have their convictions overturned through DNA testing of evidence. The biggest hurdle to overcome in trying to exonerate yourself through DNA testing was trying to locate suitable physical evidence. For rapists the best evidence was the swabs taken during preparation of a rape kit. For murderers it was the murder weapon, clothing from the victim or perp, blood stains from just about anywhere, hair and fiber from fingernail scrapings etc. The problem is that most states didn't have laws regarding the preservation of evidence post-conviction (and many still don't) or the laws only require preserving evidence for ten years or less. Even when there are laws requiring authorities to store evidence, all too often the agencies responsible for the storage fuck it up. Evidence gets mislabeled or lost during a move from one storage facility to another. Blood is stored improperly and the cells degrade beyond use, etc. I learned pretty quickly that there was no way to predict who, if anyone, would turn out to be actually innocent. I remember one guy who was trying to overturn a rape conviction. He had actually been released from prison already for a number of years and had remarried by the time he was my client. I ended up being able to locate a shirt that the perp had worn during the rape and which the victim had testified he had used to wipe himself off after the deed. The client and his new wife then paid a couple of thousand dollars to have the DNA testing done only to find that it was his sperm on the shirt. I still remember calling his wife to tell her the news. Anyway, out of all my cases there was only one guy who I actually thought might really be innocent. This is the story of that guy. His name was Mike and he was convicted of bludgeoning his wife to death in their bedroom. The night before her body was discovered by a neighbor, Mike and his wife had gone out to a restaurant to celebrate her birthday. They had been married for maybe ten years and by all accounts were a relatively normal happy middle class couple without any history of domestic abuse or other signs of tension. Mike worked at a convenience store as a stocker and also had a side business of cleaning parking lots with a power washer. His wife worked as a supervisor for some insurance company or something and made much more money than Mike. They also had a four year old son who was in day care every day. Because Mike left for work earlier than his wife, she would bring their son to day care every morning and Mike would pick him up after he got off of work in the early afternoon. At the restaurant, Mike and his wife shared an appetizer, each had an entree and had a few drinks each. Upon returning home from the restaurant, Mike put a porno in the VCR and starting playing it, hoping to get his wife in the mood. Instead, Mike's wife fell asleep while he massaged her feet. Annoyed by this, he watched the porno for a little longer then went to bed, leaving her asleep on the sofa in the living room. She woke up later in the night and joined him in bed, apologizing for being too tired. From this point on the story splits depending on whether you believe Mike's account of the events or the police's account. Mike said that he woke up early and got ready for work as usual. Before leaving he wrote his wife a note apologizing for leaving her sleeping in the living room and explaining that he was just annoyed and disappointed because she had fallen asleep when he had wanted to have sex. He left for work while his wife was still asleep in their bedroom. While at work he talked with a co-worker about an upcoming scuba diving trip they were planning. After work he went to the day care facility to pick up his son as usual but was surprised to learn that his son hadn't been brought to day care that day. He called home to see what was going on and was told by a policeman who answered the phone that something had happened and he needed to go home. On arriving at his house he saw a number of police cars parked in front and policeman walking in and out of the house. When he was greeted by the policeman in charge of the scene, the first thing he said was something like "Is she dead?" This immediately made the police suspicious and they interviewed him for a few hours in his kitchen. During this time the police were busily investigating the crime scene. Dozens of policemen came in and out of the house, and at one point a policeman came into the kitchen with an ice chest full of bottles of beer to refresh the men working the scene. Mike's wife was found dead from numerous blows to the head in her bedroom. Her body was still in bed and she was still wearing the clothes she had worn to bed. The body was covered with blankets and a number of empty suitcases which had been piled on top of the bed. The drawers in the bedroom had been rifled through though nothing had apparently been taken except a gun kept in a hall closet. The body had been found by a neighbor who entered the house after observing the son wandering around in the yard. No murder weapon was found and although partial latent fingerprints were recovered from the suitcases which did not match Mike, his wife, his son, or any of the police, the lead was never followed because there were no other suspects to match the prints against. The police eventually developed the following theory: Mike was upset that his wife rebuffed his sexual advances. Instead of simply going to sleep however, at some point before leaving for work he murdered her and then tried to make it look like a burglary. Since the murder occurred in Mike's own home, the fact that his hair, fibers and fingerprints were all over the place couldn't really be used to tie him to the crime. And since the murder weapon was never found there wasn't any physical evidence that could be introduced against Mike. The key evidence the prosecution used at his trial was the porn tape which Mike had admitted watching. The plot of the porno involved an aristocratic playboy catburgler who would seduce rich women and then steal their jewels. The prosecution claimed that Mike got the idea to make the murder look like a burglary from the porno. The other critical piece of evidence was the contents of Mike's wife's stomach. According to Mike, when he left for work early in the morning, his wife was still alive and sleeping. However, the coroner testified that the wife died sometime before the time Mike said he left for work, based upon the amount of undigested food found in the wife's stomach. Mike's attorneys attacked this testimony through an expert who testified that there is no established basis for determining time of death based on digestion of food, since there is no established means of determining digestion rates in the first place. According to the expert, the coroner had relied upon a rule of thumb provided in a textbook which was based on a very old study that had used an average man as a model. Here, of course, the victim was a small woman of unknown metabolism who had eaten an unknown quantity of food, had also consumed alcoholic beverages, and had been sleeping. All of these factors, the expert testified, would play in a role in determining how quickly or slowly food would be digested. Since no studies had ever been done on determining digestion rates, he had to rely on studies regarding the use of barium sandwiches by radiologists. Since these barium sandwiches are all the same size and weight and since the progress of digestion had to be closely monitored by radiologists so that they could get the precise exposure they needed, the factors which retarded or hastened digestion had been discussed incidentally in studies regarding the use of barium sandwiches. The prosecution then called the waitress and chef from the restaurant to testify as to what Mike and his wife had ordered the night before the murder and how many calories were typically in each item. A vigorous cross-examination ensued about how much bread Mike's wife might have eaten, and the implications of her ordering a salad with dressing on the side. Ultimately, however, the prosecution's presentation was persuasive and a Texas jury convicted Mike of the murder, on the strength of a porno and a half-digested pork chop. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this was in Texas. Since there was no physical evidence to speak of, there was pretty much nothing we could do for Mike on death row, except try to pursue some of the fingerprint leads and explore some procedural issues with the trial and subsequent appeals. |
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Man, I don't know if I could be a lawyer and still look at people in the same way... My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in
"I'm not sure it's possible to make a "subtle" jab at Matt's writing ability." - Ergo |
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Yea Texas! |
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Ultimately, however, the prosecution's presentation was persuasive and a Texas jury convicted Mike of the murder, on the strength of a porno and a half-digested pork chop. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this was in Texas. What standards do peer jury members have to meet, how is their decision evaluated? If I understand correctly, peer juries can consist of any bunch of Joe Averages called up for jury duty, is that correct? If so, these people cannot be assumed to know how to weigh all sorts of specialistic arguments, like the correctness of the research on the digested food in the wife's stomach. Is that a correct appraisal of the jury system? It's gotta suck to stand trial in front of what basically amounts to a village lynching party. dethstryk: My friend bought some porno mags. He's single-handedly holding up the porn industry.
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The key evidence the prosecution used at his trial was the porn tape which Mike had admitted watching. The plot of the porno involved an aristocratic playboy catburgler who would seduce rich women and then steal their jewels. Oh fucking come on... World of Warcraft is a pie eating contest where the reward is more pie.
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