News anchors sound aghast that a sea otter, who may have bitten the surfer has commandeered a surfboard.
In Florida, the police find and kill sharks that bite humans.
I take issue with the killing of sharks. In my opinion, if you want to enjoy swimming in the ocean, enjoy the danger. Don’t make it blood-for-blood, eye-for-an-eye. We are on their turf.
Sharks have a lot of teeth, very sharp. They bite you, red juice going everywhere. Yum Yum for sharkee.
Isn’t it ridiculous that we humans have created climate change, effectively killing ourselves, but when surfer dudes get a little nick on their arms from sea otters we go in to kill the bad guys.
If you have seen the documentary South Beach Shark Club, then you know just how wantonly the killing of sharks happens here. The movie is sick, btw.
Sharks are not bad actors. They are a beautiful and majestic.
The dodo: one of hundreds of thousands of species that has gone extinct because of humanity.
Are we such snowflakes to kill someone who has bitten us? That is like Michael Brown being shot for stealing some blunts.
The time don’t fit the crime.
As an American subject, the idea of infringing on others’ freedom to live and pursue happiness kind of bothers me a little bit.
Yesterday, I flew to Nueva York. New Buck Biloxi & Lothario were set to perform at the venerated club TV Eye.
I love New York. I love that band. I love that club.
It was amazing and I had a really good experience. Zondar is about as nice as he can be. We chilled and talked at the club.
The set was imo one of the best performances I have witnessed to date.
New York punks are chill. No one shoved me and moshpit problems just did not happen.
I remember how the velvet curtain closed and that was it, no cheering for an encore. Though, the crowd loved Buck.
Lothario opened. Then, Prison. I hope I always remember this. It was such a good experience!
I’m trying to savor the memory of it, because it meant a lot to me.
I also got a tattoo from Angel Garcia that is very beautiful fun sexy cute.
I tried to leave early to rest up and make it to my plane on time, which I managed to do; however, I got completely lost and missed karaoke night at TV Eye with the clique. Oh, well. These things are momentary and there is nothing in mem’ry to sour how good and purely awesome it was.
Gist: parallels of life and the film are discussed
The Last Voyage of the Demeter’s plot is derived from one chapter of Dracula by Bram Stoker. It is NOT A POPULAR MOVIE, a mere 6 million gross compared to Barbie’s 155 million. I would say Demeter is enjoyable to literature and horror fans alike,. The film’s scariness is lacking due to its predictability. Target audience for it is younger than allowed in an R-rated film. It could scare someone who has never read it. They might be emoted. Director Schut’s adaptation is different, because his Dracula is a blood-thirsty animal, who lacks the panache of the original.
I am always down for a vampire flick. I love many, including: the Lost Boys,Interview With The Vampire, Bela Lugosi’s classical interpretation of Dracula from 1931, Only Lovers Left Alive.
I do not fucking know the textual consistency between these films, but I wish I did. I’d fucking write one half as good and be happy.
I recently quit sobriety, so I am back to going to bars. Sometimes it still feels like there is nothing to do. I discovered Demeter release, because I checked Fandango a million times while I was sober with nothing to do.
Word to the wise, don’t arm wrestle in bars. At the tiki bar, a happy picnic table adjacent invited me over to arm wrestle. The big guy had just stripped his hoodie, staff reminding him no shirts, no service.
“You gotta keep your shirt on. We won’t allow that.”
“Okay. But, I’m hot.”
I FUCKING WON TWICE, but I wounded my right shoulder. It feels like a shark bit my arm off. This looks can be deceiving thing is a parallel of the movie. The sailors who boarded the Demeter, thought the job looked good, like high seas adventure. Unbeknownst to them, Grendel lurked in the shadows.
After the movie, I dreamt that Leonardo DiCaprio taught me to speak New Englander. I study Carl Jung, whose dream theory said our base desires hide in the unconscious. He called this darkness “the shadow.” To know oneself, one must let their secrets out from the shadow. For example, one night I dreamed I stalked my ex around her home. “The shadow” is a parallel of Demeter, because as much as the crew hide from the monster, malevolence returns every time it’s dark.
There’s no reason to question for how long we’ll be on earth: I have a jar of sweet pickled peppers that is muyrico and I can order in Outback Steakhouse. The film says “I have seen ugly, and I have seen beautiful. I have seen people who were willing to die to protect beautiful from ugly.” I feel like eating rico things is what I would die to save. The food in the movie was britfood, and I don’t know how I feel about that as far as rico goes. The crew gave their lives though, dying to protect life, mushy peas, etc.
Passages is amazing. The film is fun. I imagined that I was an actor or director who has a lot of sex with the female star who also plays a flight attendant in that one movie…I am inspired by this movie to do something artistic and famous. I hate to say it, but the truth is that before I saw this, my life was about eating. After this movie, I want a new life that is more fashionable, fit, and famous. Franz Rogowski is always inspiring in his pictures, the way he can create a dramatic moment and portray the right demeanor. I liked the way he dealt with his girlfriend’s mom, when she said something over the line. I loved the ending, because it was soothing but still not melodramatic.
Brief review of AFIRE:
Christian Petzold’s newest is good. There are so many bad pictures out there. I saw a movie called Dogs the other day that was so bad I wanted to walk out. Petzold loves to make the plotline that has a surprise twist at the end, that makes you say “Ooh” out loud. I identify with the moody writer protagonist. The ticket seller even told me that I remind him of him. It was the kind of movie that takes a looooong time for the action to kick it. It was most exciting in the last ten minutes.
AFIRE features a mind-bending ending, when there is a very sad twist of the plot and it is spliced by images of lovers holding each other preserved for centuries in lava from the explosion of mount Vesuvius in Pompeii.
Israel handed me a coffee, big as a soccer ball, on his pretty damn fine screened-in porch.
I told him I wanted to road trip down to old New Orleans.
“Let’s go man. YOLO, right?”
“I don’t know, man. The thing is, I have to work.”
“Well, if you want to stay, stay. We will be back tomorrow, though.”
“As long as we will be back tomorrow, I’ll go.”
Good friend that he is, he needed little convincing.
So, we took off on a five-hour drive.
In edge city Memphis, we saw a phallic statue, like the Washington monument. I think we should have gotten out to take immature photos in front of it, blasting imaginary crème filling.
“Watch for them gators,” I twanged.
“I reckon,” said Israel.
We crossed into Louisiana as it started getting pitch-blue dark, vast miles of evergreen trees, later water, all around, the road suspended above, a massive fire raging at an oil refinery on the horizon.
We talked the whole damn way there and back. I sounded like I had just read Nonviolent Communication. Constantly with the, “I feels” and the “I thinks.” I know. But I keep on with it. Israel said, “I guess…” then something he thought about what I was saying, as has been his habit for as long as I’ve known him.
On Royal St. in the French Quarter, Los Tigres Del Norte echoed out our rolled-down windows. I felt cool, like un gringo who’s cool with los latinos.\
We pulled up at our haunted hotel. I felt a wee bit para, because a gas-station-stranger had severely warned me of danger in the city.
We walked a mile to the Goat, past a fashionista sleeping on the sidewalk, to a Halloween-themed niteclub loved by punks everywhere.
At the bar, neither of us drank. We agreed not to.
Zondar performed, a lone guitarist schralping over PA blasting punk deep cuts with a phosphorescent vocalist. I saw the singer on the sidewalk.
“Hi,” I said. “Where are you from?”
“Zondar is from the planet Zondar.”
That stuck with me, having a stage persona that is most likely just an act.
Israel talked to a fit girl, the bass player in Fault. They grinned conspiratorially.
I felt weird. Was it the lack of alcohol or the memory that it might be a hard to relate while sober? Across the street, I ate pierogies and borscht and felt tons better.
I returned to watch Pyrex, of course.
Later, at the haunted hotel, we slept on our cloudy beds, road-weary. Phantasms boo-ed through the walls.
I felt like a warrior, out hunting fun times. The beet-y taste of borscht.
Easing the pain of knowing I would have to help drive back was the promise that it would be a delicious pain. Just like I knew it would, me and him held the conversation the whole way way back to the capital of the mid-south, Memphis.
There is a cheap wine that I have come to love. This show with Idris Elba is easy to get lost in. Trying to book bands as I am, Concrete Lawn needs to come to Miami, imo. The sentiment that colonialists are bad betches came over me, so I researched the prisoner colony in New South Wales, which later became Australia. If you need an authoritative document on that, see this Bob Hoskins movie. Australia was a place that allowed an ex-con to live a second life, make something of themselves. I wish there could be an American colony for prisoners. That sure would be better than our for-profit prison system in America. This song always gets me when my phone dies and I listen to vinyl in stead. Don’t sleep on this candle that smells really good. There were rumors flying around that leather smells BAD. I think this rico candle very much so dispels those.
