I was watching Sunset Boulevard the other day. Great movie. Just great. One of the few movies where the voiceover doesn’t beat you over the head with the obvious. Pretentious emo-douche filmmakers, take note — voiceovers aren’t your chance to show the world how wounded and special you are. Seriously… no one cares. I know — I’m being mean. Hey, go cry to mommy.
It’d been years since I’d seen it, maybe college (I took “film appreciation” — comfy chairs, dark room… hello post-lunch nap). Anyway, things have a way of looking different as you get older. Did you know that Norma Desmond is supposed to be 50 in that movie? Holden says so right at the end. Freakin’ 50! I guess when I was younger that sounded old, but now… shit. It’s a little too close for comfort, y’know what I mean?
And honestly, have you seen it lately? Gloria there was looking pretty hot. Not as cute as Nancy Olson, sure, but certainly not some dried up Cryptkeeper like she was made out to be. Makes you think. I mean, these days you’ve got my girl Meryl tearing it up… Sigourney, too. And don’t get me started on Helen Mirren. Damn. And these lovely ladies are all over 60. Poor Norma Desmond — she deserved better. Even if she was completely batshit insane.
Instead of posting pretty pics today, this is what I’ve been researching - Kiva. I’m very impressed by their organization and objectives , so I joined and made some loans to help people with their businesses. It’s been quite an eye-opener to read the stories and hopes of men and women from many countries, and with the detailed amount of information available it wasn’t easy to choose which loans to support. In the end, I chose three women and one man - from Senegal, Peru, Sierra Leone and Lebanon respectively. I’ve opted to have monies repaid to be returned to my Kiva lending account to seed future loans, and I can see this being a long-term commitment. The whole philosophy of micro financing to Third World entrepreneurs is sound - and to me, it just feels right…and a good thing to do.
If this has piqued your interest , I encourage you to visit the Kiva website and see for yourself that you can actually make a difference to someone’s life.
I have called this ‘applefapping’. It can be interpreted in a couple of ways, depending on where your loyalties lie. PC people think mac people are wankers anyhow, so this fits. Mac devotees are so turned on and passionate about all things Apple, that they experience overwhelming urges when shown images of the object of their desires.
Stephen Conroy is an Australian politician, the Minister for Broadband, Communications and the Digital Economy, Deputy Leader of the Government in the Senate, and a fucktard.
Conroy has excelled in mediocrity and bullshit since ascending to the communications throne after the successful election of the Australian Labor Party in 2007.
Whilst his crimes against intelligence, thought, and good communications are many, he is nominated for his stellar work on the Measures to improve safety of the internet for families which “will introduce legislative amendments to the Broadcasting Services Act to require all ISPs to block RC-rated material hosted on overseas servers”.
This effectively means that any content deemed inappropriate by the Australian Communications and Media Authority (ACMA) will be filtered by ISP’s and not available for Australian Internet users – censored.
Conroy states that the content likely to be restricted includes:
child sex abuse content, bestiality, sexual violence including rape, and the detailed instruction of crime or drug use.
Conroy brilliantly conflates any opposition to censorship to equate support for child pornography. This genius act has meant that the lily-livered Australian media have avoided this issue and we are very close to stepping back to the days when it was illegal to possess or read Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
In reality, restricted content can include anything that is deemed to be too political, too radical or too different to content that could be harmful to minors. This opens the door to censorship of information about suicide, politics, sexuality, racism, corruption, crime, whistle-blowing and more.
We believe in an Internet where someone of adult age and sensibility can make their own decisions about what content they consume. A world where goetze, 2 girls one cup, and tub girl exist alongside gazillions of other bytes describing “approved” content. And we believe in an Internet where accessing content is not slowed by the overhead of checking every address against a secretive list of inappropriate content.
Resist Conroy’s fucktard approach to communications is closed. Open your mind and open his by reading:
TOURISM Australia is investigating legal action against an internet “brandjacker” who set up a website lampooning its new $150 million advertising campaign, There’s nothing like Australia which launched yesterday.
The advertising industry has slammed the new campaign, which is calling on Australians to submit photos of their own favourite holiday spots, as bland and uninspired. It is understood the mock website was registered in the US just minutes after Tourism Australia revealed the new tagline - and the first ads lampooning the campaign appeared just two hours after the launch. Yesterday Tourism Australia managing director Andrew McEvoy admitted that the new advertising, designed to avoid the controversy created by the preceding “So where the bloody hell are you?” campaign, fronted by Lara Bingle, could be hijacked on social networking sites.
Ya THINK??? This is Australian piss-taking at its finest. I shall be working on my own submission asap.
my random thought of the day: sorry Katie, no matter how much you work out, get airbrushed or put into poses and nice clothes - to me you’re never gonna be hot or sexy because the bottom line is…you fuck Tom Cruise.
20th Century Fox is celebrating its 75th anniversary and published some beyond-cool altered logo posters using some of their most classic movies
I always enjoy seeing moviedriver’s reviews appear in my subscriptions list, and know that I can often settle in for a good read. He covers a lot of really interesting movie-related stuff and does a great job of putting it all together on his blog. Go and see for yourself!
I’dve posted the incredible Spike Jonze-directed video starring Christopher Walken, but the record label has barred that music video from embeds. It seems like a backwards way of thinking…but that’s on the label.
In other news, I wonder what Norman Cook is up to these days.
~ ~ I never get tired of hearing this or watching the video, so a big THANK YOU Nathaniel !
Getting out of a ticket is pretty much an urban myth anyway — unless you’re some hot eighteen-year-old cheerleader… but even that’s lame. Have some respect for yourselves, ladies. Using your feminine wiles? Aren’t you above that? Didn’t granny burn her bra or something looking for the respect you’re pissing all over?
Anyway, the thing is that these cops don’t know you. They don’t know you’re some milquetoast father of two who can barely muster the cajones to use the old-fashioned animal cruelty-loving mouse traps to take care of little Jerry. All they see is the psycho nutbag screaming at them about their God-given rights.
Now first of all, I don’t see God’s signature on the Constitution. God’s kinda busy, moron — He does not give a shit about your right to run a red light. Secondly, working law enforcement is dangerous. These men and women are risking their lives just putting on a uniform. Oh, everyone likes to talk about respecting those who serve. They give to the charity funds for those “brave officers” and put the little decals on their cars. But when they get pulled over? Yeah… that changes things, doesn’t it? Suddenly those “brave officers” are just the assholes making you late for happy hour.
I LOVE Breaking Bad, and anything Hank says is gospel to me ;)
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday;
parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight;
and I never had a girl looking any better than you did;
and all the kids at school,
they were wishing they were me that night;
and now our bodies are oh so close and tight;
it never felt so good, it never felt so right,
and we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife…
Inspired by squozed who was inspired by his own ruminations, and because I nearly always feel compelled to add an image to words - here is the visual to accompany the lyrics.
I know every word to this song and I sing it loudly, with very little provocation.