Halloween. Time for candy, beer, and slutty women.

Last night started off easily enough. A quick walk up to Bull Nettle to chill with Big D for a little while, followed by a hydrocodone and eight pitchers of beer. Jeremy picked us up at 11, and we went to the Grove to party. Kayla found a way to keep us fully stocked with beer, and we got plastered. At some point, we ended up at a different apartment, where there was a gay/lesbian party going on. Then Kayla left, and Jeremy thought it would be smart to follow her home so he could make sure she got there okay (and drunk.) An hour later, he hadn't returned as he promised he would, and I somehow managed to end up on Moose and Tay's couch. I don't remember how I got there, nor do I care. At least it was an apartment where I know the people this time.

I think it's one of the worst feelings to wake up after a blackout in a random apartment on a random piece of furniture, with people you've never seen before sitting somehwere else in the room watching T.V. At least they were cool enough to let me sleep until almost 3. In the end, they turned out to be really cool, and I've partied with them a few times since that incident.

Hope you all had a good Halloween.

-B

As many of you know, I'm a huge movie fan. Not quite in the sense that I can list off every detail of any movie, but more along the lines of I LOVE MOVIES. I really can't get enough. I also love criticizing movies. Especially if I enjoyed them at all. I have my limits, though, or I would pick apart every movie I love and make myself hate it. I don't consider myself partial when it comes to movie genres either, though I am generally drawn to the comedy/horror/thriller sections before the others.

Last night, Berto and Karina went to Hastings and rented four movies, three of which are newer releases I've been meaning to watch, and on was The Game.

We neglected The Game for the newer releases, which was fine with me because I'm not a Micheal Douglas fan.

First off, we had:

S. Darko
Sci-fi/Thriller
2009
Director: Chris Fisher

Synopsis:

Seven years after the tragic death of her brother Donnie, Samantha Darko is still mourning him and the loss of the loving family that fell apart after he died. Her home life in shambles, 18-year-old Sam impulsively decides to join her rebellious best friend Corey on a cross-country drive from Virginia to California in the hope of becoming a professional dancer.

When their car breaks down outside tiny Conejo Springs, Sam and Corey are stranded in the hot and dusty town with little money and no connections as they await the arrival of a new water pump. Wild child Corey quickly finds a friend in Randy Holt, the town bad boy, but Samantha is restless and has no interest in socializing. The morning after the girls arrive, a meteorite destroys a local farmer's windmill, leaving a huge crater in its wake.

Plagued by weird and prophetic dreams that spill over into her waking life, Samantha searches for some kind of meaning in the people around her. But she finds only the fanatical cliches spouted by Jesus freak Trudy Potter and Pastor John Mellit of the Born Again Church, the heedless partying of Randy and his friends, and the petty suspicions of small town gossips.

Sam and Corey have a bitter falling out that ends in catastrophe. Without realizing it, they become links in an invisible chain that connects them to a missing child, a disturbed Gulf war veteran and a dangerous hole in time and space. Only a sacrifice of the highest order will return the universe to its proper time and place, and the clock is ticking.

So, anyone whom has ever seen Donnie Darko will remember the wormhole theory which dominated the movie. They will also (most likely) remember the credits rolling while they thought "WTF just happened?" If so, you will be even more dumbfounded by S. Darko, as you follow not one person's journey, but three. There were moments in this movie where I was so completely lost that I was unsure about finishing the film. I doubted that I would have any idea of what occured at all when the movie finished. However, I waited it out, and it slowly came together to give me that "Oh, that's what it was" feeling. If you're in the mood for that feeling, or just looking for a movie to make you think, go ahead and rent this one. It's really not bad, if you can overlook the poor acting abilities of Daveigh Chase and the highly confusing story.


Secondly, we watched:

The Hills Run Red
Horror/Thriller
2009
Director: Dave Parker

Synopsis:

A group of young horror fans go searching for a film that mysteriously vanished years ago but instead find that the demented killer from the movie is real, and he's thrilled to meet fans who will die gruesomely for his art.

That is the best synopsis IMDB can provide. I'll try to improvise a bit more.

After discovering a gruesome movie trailer on the internet, a hardcore horror fan begins researching a film titled "The Hills Run Red", which was released in the 1980's, but due to it's highly intense nature, was pulled from theaters, and all copies of the film lost. With the help of his girlfriend and his best friend, he tracks down the only person alive who can help lead him to finding the lost footage, the daughter of the director. The quest leads the party back to the original filming sites for the movie, where they quickly realize the murders shown in the trailer were real, and the killer Babyface was in fact, real.

That's not much better, but it's not my job to write shit like that about movies.

My thoughts? Wow. First off, I must say that I haven't seen a horror movie this twisted or downright horrific since the horror legends (Freddy, Jason, Micheal, etc.) all but died out in the 80's. Every time I thought I had the story completely pegged, it twisted again and threw me for yet another loop. The 'big bad wolf' of the movie is a killer called Babyface. Why, you ask? Well, in the opening scene, it shows a child use a pair of scissors to snip off the skin of his face, and stitch in place a baby doll's face, which is supposedly 'prettier' than the child's was. It was sickening, which had me sold from the moment it began. If you want a damned good thriller, grab this movie.

Last, but not least, we have:

Adventureland
Comedy/Drama/Romance
2009
Director: Greg Mottola

Synopsis:

A comedy set in the summer of 1987 and centered around a recent college grad (Eisenberg) who takes a nowhere job at his local amusement park, only to find it's the perfect course to get him prepared for the real world.

Yeah, I'm not copying the full synopsis, nor am I going to make my own.

I will begin by admitting to the world that I am not a fan of Kristen Stewart. I don't think she's a very good actress right now, but with some work, she might be okay. I didn't like her in Twilight, and I don't think she did well enough with her lines in this film. (Though, she did better in Adventureland, which she filmed prior to Twilight. Go figure, she's getting worse.)((She does play an alcoholic slut with a soft spot for weed, which was a plus.)) Anyways, hatred aside, this movie was rather funny. Written with the comedic sense of Superbad, this movie delivers laughs in all the right places, and details life at a shitty summer job decently. Ryan Reynolds plays a secondary role as a womanizing, overage loser who can't seem to move on to bigger and better things (I know, how could he pull that off? It'd be like asking Adam Sandler to play a down-on-his luck loser who wants to get the girl or job.)
It wasn't top notch, but it was okay, all things considered.

Anyways, this is long enough.

As Arney is famous for saying..

"I'll Be Back."

-fb

P.S. Got a few new albums recently, which I will review in the near future.

In my old fashion, I'm going to start this off with a song. Not one of my originals, but a rather good song by Violet Columbus.

Forget Me - Violet Columbus

Forget me your on your way.
we don't have to stay in touch.
we may remember some day.
but until then it doesn't matter that much.

forget the tears we cried.
forget the good times too.
forget the pain inside.
i know there's somebody waiting for you.

someday i'll have to wonder and dreams may tell the truth.
but if you promise me.
i'll promise i'll forget you too.

forget me and don't look back.
there's gold at the end of the rainbow.
we both have to follow our paths.
hold tight and let it go.

if you don't look away.
you may find that the past isn't far behind.

someday i'll have to wonder and dreams may tell the truth.
but if you promise me.
i'll promise i'll never forget you.

forget the tears we cried.
forget the good times too.
forget the pain inside.
i know there's something great waiting for you


This is the main track from the "I love you Beth Cooper" soundtrack. Not only does it fit with some of my recent posts, but it ties in perfectly with this one.

I just finished watching "I love you Beth Cooper". It's a teen comedy about a nerdy guy who decides to confess his love for the head cheerleader during his valedictorian speech at graduation. Later, she shows up to his house and decides to show him the best night of his life.

The moral of the story is simple: Have the courage to say the things you'll never have another chance to say, lest you regret it forever.

It's really good, and I suggest you watch it now.

-B

I found this in one of my old blogs. I like it.

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At what point in a person's life does it no longer become acceptable to imagine or dream?

When we are young, people tell us that it's okay. But, at some point, they change that opinion and tell us to 'get our heads out of the clouds.'

I say to hell with that.

Most of the people that fill my friends list are at a very crucial age in their lives. They don't know exactly what the future holds for them. The doors are still open. To those of you, I say this: Don't close them. Keep your freaking head in the clouds, because the view from the ground sucks. The horizon isn't as far away, and it's never the horizon you expected.

Now, I say this: To hell with the metaphors. Let me rephrase that last statement.

Most of the people who fill my friends list are still young and capable. They don't know what the future will have in store for them. They still have their dreams. Don't waste that. Keep dreaming, and let nothing get in the way of fulfilling those dreams. Once you lose sight of your goal, you'll become like the rest of the population.

It's been proven that only 15% of people achieve the dreams they had just before college. The rest change majors, drop out, or forget what was driving them in the first place, and end up in a job they dislike.

Be a dreamer. For Jeebus sakes. Please.

Ha.. I'm begging to an audiance who won't listen. It's like I'm talking to Congress.

The world is a different place these days, and the world needs talent. If you have a talent or a knack for something, use it. You could be the next DaVinci, or find the cure for a cancer or HIV. You could invent the next lifechanging technology. You could.. write one song, understood by only one kid, and save his/her life that way. Anything is possible.

Don't give up on your dreams. Life sucks when you do.

-b

So, I was surfing the Church of the FSM site, and came across the following piece of hate mail. As it is users cannon comment on hate mail on the site, I decided to broadcast my reply from here. Here is the letter, in it's original form:

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The village called, they want the dumb fuck back.

You and your rediculous religion that involves a flying spaghetti monster is freaking retarded. did you smoke some seriously strong dope, possibly eat some shrooms you thought we’re candy? I have to say i’ve met alot of stupid people with even MORE stupid ideals, but you take the cake.

I think some of the dur duh durs could make a better religion then you from a violated underage teen and a wine bottle. there is no end to the idiocracy of your ideals.

Im not gonna come after you with my ideals as a christian, I won’t come after you with my logic, hell I won’t even come after you with a bat. People like you aren’t even worth the time to even get the shit beat out of them.I mean…,what kind of person has time in their day to piss off the catholics, and ruin the lives of others? your stupid fuck with retard ideals.

I hope that someone castrates you, beats the shit out of you, puts you in a tightly tied sack in the middle of the road and a dozen semi’s run you over repeatedly, and to top it off, a dog taking a shit on your chest like you we’re a cheap whore. I absolutely can’t believe that ignorant bastards like you can get away with creating bunk religions like this.

I had more genius come out my friends ass then from your brain.obviously your parents didn’t love you, dropped you on your head, and didn’t pay the life support and you ended up turning into this kind of retarded goofy fuck.

I mean, to have 2 dee parents to make you dee duh dee doesn’t give you an excuse to go make a crap religion just so you can make a quick buck off the merchandise and to brainwash followers for whatever reason you needed an assload of retards as followers for.>_>

Hope you die, and have a nice day.

-Jeffery Hazelwood
P.S
Fuck you.

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Here goes my reply to him. I'll be quoting quite a bit.

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Dear Jeffery Hazelwood,

"The village called, they want the dumb fuck back." They must be worried that your missing. Seriously.

You attack our ideals as if you have read and understand them. We do not do that to you, or to any other religion.

"I think some of the dur duh durs could make a better religion then you from a violated underage teen and a wine bottle. there is no end to the idiocracy of your ideals." Wine and violated women? Sounds a lot like Christianity to me, and as it is you are Christian, it honestly doesn't surprise me that you would worship the 'dur duh durs' whom made it up.

You will not come at us with your Xmas viewpoint, or logic, or a bat. Hmmm.. Time to look at that a little bit, shall we? If you have the strong Christian views, you lack in the logic department. Intelligent Design (God) is not logic. Scientology is logic. The two don't intertwine. The threat of a bat being used against us only furthers our own credit, as it is Christians have started more fights/wars than any other religion. "I hope that someone castrates you, beats the shit out of you, puts you in a tightly tied sack in the middle of the road and a dozen semi’s run you over repeatedly, and to top it off, a dog taking a shit on your chest like you we’re a cheap whore." I've read your bible, and I don't recall your god telling you to be so violent. In fact, I do remember something about burning in hellfire for it. Are you prepared to face your supposed furnace? And, as a side note, you should charge extra if someone lets their dog shit on your chest. I mean, come on man! You'll never get anywhere without some economic strategy. Which takes me to my next point:

"I mean, to have 2 dee parents to make you dee duh dee doesn’t give you an excuse to go make a crap religion just so you can make a quick buck off the merchandise and to brainwash followers for whatever reason you needed an ass load of retards as followers for.>_>"

Let me ask you this: how much do you give to your church? What is the money used for? Paying your priest's lawyers, court costs for child molestation charges, and giant, bulbous churches to worship in. How should the money be used? In the Gospel of the FSM, He tells us not to build such shrines, but to devote the money we would have used to work on things like world hunger, spreading the Word, and lowering the cost of cable. Every religion would benefit from ending world hunger or lower cable costs. Wouldn't you, sir, like to watch your TBN or whatever gospel channel you watch religiously (pun intended) to be cheaper? What's the point of huge churches anyways?

You hope we die? I guess that is a good thing to hope for, since eventually it will happen inevitably, and you will not be let down.

Have a good day.

Fatbrandon

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I could have gone on and on, but that guy is a douchbag, and isn't worth much more of my time.


So, once February rolls around again, I'll have had this blog running for 4 years. Going through my old posts, I find that there is a lot of history stored in it. (Not as much as could be, what with something like 137 posts over 3.5 years..) I'm pretty sure it's days like today that give me reason to continue to write these things. I tend to forget things as the stupid people around me fill my mental storage with idiocracy. Having my memories posted like this brings them back really well.


I'm out.

Fb