Saturday, June 26, 2004

Quick short list of things I need to remember to post about tomorrow. The old apricot lady, more news from a Nicki Jaine fan, and Abi's lake of chocolate. There you go. All this and more tomorrow.


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Friday, June 25, 2004

So, no comments yet, eh? Maybe nobody actually reads all of this except me.
In that case, poopy, caca, sissypants.
Or maybe I haven't said anything meriting comments since the comments feature came aboard. I've been thinking of deleteing the whiney, emotional money posting from the other day, but I decided not to. Serves as a reminder that I think about money way too much.
So, let's see. Things people could comment on. Well, I think I have two things that might pander to comments on my mind. Then I'm going to go for a walk.

1) I keep almost buying and reading a Chuck Palahniuk novel. Any except Fight Club. That's because people keep recommending him to me. They say that if I like the things I like and think about things the way I do then I would like Palahniuk.
I'm skeptical. First of all I don't seem to like people who are big fans of Palahniuk. They all remind me of a guy in high school who I just barely knew who cornered me in the library and talk to me for about forty minutes on how I have to read Herman Hesse and listen to Mahler because they really "got it." Also they remind me of people who read a lot of other people's opinions, pick the one that they agree with, and consider that having original thought.
Like I said, I never read Palahniuk and he might be great. He might be like Hunter Thompson and be a genius whose works and personae tend to attract pseudo-intellectuals who ape their hero poorly.
Then again, maybe this is another case of feeling that I ought to read something rather than actually being drawn to it. I make that mistake often. Lucky for me if I buy a book and I don't like it, I can resell it and get some of my money back.

2) Over a year ago now I reread while Nissa was reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods. When we finished I told her that I was thinking about getting an Odin tattoo of some sort. My brilliant plan was to find some Edward Gorey raven and get it tattooed on each shoulder. Nissa reminded me that Odin was a war god and that would be a really strange choice for me. She also said that just because I had a great experience with a book doesn't mean I should get something from it tattooed on my body forever. I listened to her at the time but the more I think about that the more fault I find in it. I think that's one of the best reasons I could get a tattoo. To remind me of a great book reading experience. That seems like a wonderful idea to me. In fact, maybe I should get a tattoo every time I read a great book.

Of course, all of this is moot anyway. I can't really afford to get a tattoo every time I read a great book. I'd have to read much slower or start reading bad books.

The other idea I had was from a profile I read on Friendster of a girl in New York who has a monkey tattooed on her hand. But there was no picture so I was left to imagine what it might look like.
I think one of those disturbing monkeys from Twelve Monkeys would look good on my hand. Plus I've always liked the idea of a tattoo on a place where I can't cover it up with clothing (at least not in this heat.) It reminds me that I'll probably never work in a cubicle again.
I didn't write to the girl with the monkey paw. I should have, but I'm too shy.

And on that sad and slightly creepy note, I'm going walking.



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Thursday, June 24, 2004

mathers is coming out.
mathers is hott.
mathers is also at ease in french.
mathers is tracked down by his alien former masters.
mathers is a fragment of the head of the golden dawn.
mathers is helping ohio nursery growers to do the same.
mathers is cranking out.
mathers is on the defensive now.
mathers is proud of the quality we put into every project we undertake.
mathers is looking forward to new treatments for psoriasis.
mathers is controlling the teenagers.
mathers is not a professional private eye.
mathers is angrier than before.
mathers is the spokesperson for the `step into my skin' campaign.
mathers is finally being accepted.
mathers is one of america's most requested speakers at national conventions concerning the emotional state of the american family.
mathers is apparently doing very well and is surrounded by friends and family.
mathers is foolish to think he could sell rhyming couplets of intolerance.
mathers is booked for a number of special appearances throughout the country during the year.
mathers is doing battle with himself. mathers is a parody.
mathers is on probation for a drunken driving incident in troy.
mathers is a very talented author and illustrator of picture books for young children.
mathers is hardly the first hip.
mathers is for you.
mathers is in the business of letting his demons out in words.
mathers is intent on giving a giant "f."
mathers is obviously concerned about the well.
mathers is all business.
mathers is a bully with a microphone.





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paul is walking with his eyes closed.
paul is arrested in the temple.
paul is a pansy.
paul is flanked by a poster showing a likeness of himself.
paul is a bad trader.
paul is named a top 10 washington gadfly.
paul is the third lady topper to receive honors this season.
paul is the author of over a dozen books about windows.
paul is so hott.
paul is pulling no punches.
paul is an evolutionist?
paul is beheaded.
paul is at best lukewarm about the usa patriot act.
paul is a real estate novelist.
paul is safe and well.
paul is laughing all the way to the bank.
paul is the new fred.
paul is ready to rise.
paul is the newest hummer accessory.
paul is charmed.
paul is in the "right" forum.
paul is the best there is.




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Whew! Hooray for dumping. Hooray for having a place to dump.
And now, here's a joke my niece told me:
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Octopus.
Octopus who?
Octopus, sorry I ran you over.


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So, here is the poop as I see it. In advance, I apologize for the high drama. I hate it when people pull high drama BS on me. Unfortunately I come from people whose bread and butter seems to be strutting and fretting over everything in life. Pat returned last night with news that my parents tried to convince him to get me to pay Pat a lot more money for living here. The idea seems to be to force me into what my parents would see as a "real" job.
Pat appears to be in my side. He told me that he thinks I'm going about building my business in a really smart way and he can see the growth just in the short time I've been here.
Of course, he might just be saying that.
My options are to stay here and see what happens or to move out and shift my plan. Get a full time book store job (probably management since I've got experience) and get like thirty books each weekend. Slowly build instead of rapid growth.
Right now I'm thinking I'll stay where I am for the time being but start looking at places in Nor Cal for studios and jobs. Naturally I'll let Pat know long in advance if I decide to fly because I'm not some raging jerk or emotional retard who's just going to leave with no warning. But the whole point here is that I've just been shown how quickly things can sour and how even my seemingly well meaning parents can be terribly manipulative. They've never supported me in being a rare book dealer. But then they've never really believed in my with any job I've ever had. I could be Donald Trump and they'd be all "Yes, but you could be like that Bill Gates fellow if you only applied yourself."
Well, I've already spent too much time judging my folks. My job is simply to figure out what I'm going to do under the circumstances I'm dealt.


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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Crap crap crap. Things are getting weird up here. Things are changing in strange ways. Well, I'll not say any more on it tonight. I'll sleep on it and write more tomorrow. Nothing to worry about. I'm in no danger. Just send out some good vibes my way if you will. My situation might be mutating more rapidly than I'd anticipated. Don't panic.


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So, we have a new look at Reverend Paul Blathers. In case you're stupid, the main changes are the background color, the font, the fact that there's now a profile of me available to your right with the option of reading even more of a profile, and (my favorite) the option for you to leave comments.

Please do. Constantly.
RUN LOLA RUN

Here's another film I'm going to show to everyone I know. I don't know a lot of people up here though. I'll show it to my brother anyway.
You know, there's an art to producing that Europe seems to have gotten a lot quicker than America has. I'd say that producers are the weakest link of American film making and a good deal of why American films suck so much in general. And why our great films tend to be indies, which Miramax has all but stomped to death as well.
The producer should be the person who dishes out the money that's budgeted for the film and hustles for more money when, say for example, Terry Gilliam needs to recast Don Quixote. But all too often in American film the producer is the guy who comes down from his office once a week to say, "Hey, you know who'd be great in this part? Sandra Bullock!" Or "You know what this movie needs? A talking monkey." The American producer is Fred Willard in A Mighty Wind. And that's how you end up with what we have.

This is a review of Run Lola Run though and all of that has very little to do with Run Lola Run except that I noticed I've been watching a lot of Euro-film lately and I thought I'd comment on why great films are either in the classic section or the foreign section. It's not all producers. There are crappy American actors, crappy American directors, but the crappy American producers are the ones who put them all together in one movie.

Run Lola Run is one of those great films that assumes we're smart enough to keep up with it (NPI), but doesn't abuse that assumption. It's about life, love, loyalty, and human relationships but doesn't dwell on any of them and doesn't feel that it's going to preach any great lessons to us. It's a well told story. The disjointed time is essential to the story rather than a gimmick, which is good story telling. The same with the editing. It's not meant to show you that they can do it, it's not there to wow you, it's there to push the story every forward. The fact that it does wow you is a just a bonus. It introduces the characters without slowing down to teach us about them. They're off and running and we're in love with them before they're even a mile into the story.
The actors pull off some great performances. Franka Potente and Moritz Bleibtreu are wonderful as the leads. They react to the given circumstances naturally and are never never never performy. God bless them for it. The film would have crumbled quickly if they'd been self indulgent in any part of their performances. I also really liked the security guard, but I'm always a sucker for those Stage Manager from Our Town parts. The character who is involved in the story and for some reason also omnipotent.
I know I said last time that Amelie is currently my favorite film. I stand by that. But if anyone were to ask me to recommend a good film for this evening, this would be one of the first things out of my mouth. Treat yourself.

Monday, June 21, 2004

It has been a bit lonely in two empty houses instead of just one empty house. So I've been trying to get out of the houses as much as I can.
Today, after the morning run to the post office and Chico Natural Foods, I walked down to Bidwell Park where something very strange happened to me. I found a hardcover copy of a Harry Potter book by the side of the road. It looked like somebody might have thrown it out of the window of a passing car. The spine was a little dodgy and there was some edge wear, but it was totally readable. Long time readers of this blog will know why this is really strange. This isn't the first time I've found a Harry Potter book by the side of the road which I picked up and sold for several dollars.
My first thought was that maybe there's something really enchanted about these books that cause them to fly from their readers.
My second thought was it's a sure sign that they've over printed your book if the streets are paved with them. But then, it's hard to say it's a overprinted series as a book seller when they continue to sell.
I took a nice long walk because I'd learned that one must carry water with them on walks in Chico for the next three months or so.
On the way back I ran into Crazy Horse again. It was strange because he remembered me and the last time I saw him he was pie-eyed on a curb. I walked with him toward the liquor store that's around the corner from my house. Strange man.
I went home and called some people from Southern California because the big house was quiet and empty. Then I failed to make a good dinner. I put too much flour in the pasta sauce and the squash had obviously been picked before it was ready to be picked.
I went downtown because I'd read online that there was an open mike poetry reading at a coffee house. I thought I'd read some poems and maybe meet some people in town who are interested in poetry and the arts. But the coffeehouse was very much closed. So I went to Cafe Flo where they have a classical guitarist playing live each monday night. I don't know why more people don't go to hear that.