Olympian

September 29, 2001
"she said 'yoo-hoo'"

The fashion show went well. It was entirely too surreal for my liking, though. The place, Boogie Fever (a club in ferndale), was packed with older male executives in ill fitting suits, several Patsy Stone wanna be's and about a thousand "i'm too sexy for this place" triendy folks. I would say the executives/wives/husbands and the Patsy Stones outweighed the "i'm too sexy's" but their attitude made up for it. I didn't know quite how to behave so I just spent a lot of time laughing at drunk middle aged men trying to dance (and play air guitar!) to Rick Springfield.
Yes. This included the "jumping man" that made me laugh quite a bit. He didn't dance. He sort of hopped in place and pointed in different directions every now an again. Not in a John Travolta disco way but more of a "Hey what's over there...wait...*clap* yeah, what's over..here!" sort of way. He seemed very afraid to move his feet to the music. He played air guitar several times that night. And he was a PRO at the safety dance. You know the safety dance, yes? THe one where you sort of jump in place and make a big "S" with your arms.

Jumping man ROCKED!!

But honestly, the best part of the night was standing at the bar, waiting for a coke when the ultimate Patsy Stone came up to me and pointed to a half empty glass on the bar.
"Is that soda?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, it's not mine" I told her.
"What about that one over there? " She pointed at another half empty glass on the bar.
"um..." I just passed the glass to her.
AND...

She said "That looks like soda" and poured the remaining contents into her drink.
Ok. It may help to say, the bar was packed. Everyone besides maybe 5 people were drinking alcohol. There were already half empty's strewn about the place. It could have been anybody's glass.
And she took it...and poured it into her drink.

AND...
she was about 75 years old with enough makeup to last a week, wearing a black coctail dress with pearls
Do you remember in the movie Beetlejuice, the lady who helped them on the 'other side'. Juno, I think her name was. THIS was my drunk old lady friend.

Surreal.

At any rate, around approximately 8:30pm the girls and boys made their way down the runway, modeling their "white" outfits. According to M (my brother's fiancee), the only instructions they were given was to have "one white, one black and one pastel outfit". I assumed that they would go and change into the black outfit right after, continuing with the whole continuity of a "runway show". I was wrong. They all walked out in threes, looking horribly angry like they do, stood at their designated spots until everyone had made a pass down the aisle then all walked off. The dj came on and said "the next preview will be in exactly one hour!"
It was strange.
SO, meanwhile, there was nothing to do but drink (i don't) and dance (no way not with so many people to watch). I sat there and watched M "network" like she was instructed to do. It was really strange. I felt oddly protective of her, watching her go around from table to table and introduce herself in her skimpy little outfit. I just knew that half of these jerks were going to go off and "think of her in a lewd way" if you know what I mean. I didn't want anyone talking to her that may have put her in an awkward situation. I don't know how my brother does it. He was busy getting loaded and being proud of her. I would have been freaking out nervous. I don't know. Perhaps it's just in my nature to be ...well, not necessarily JEALOUS because M would never do anything to usurp her relationship with my bro...but ...i don't know the word for it. Protective? I don't know.

At exactly one hour later, the girls and boys made their way down the runway again, this time in their black outfits.
M got to walk by herself this time. And she smiled. She rocks.
I don't understand why models have to be so goddamned angry.

So, more networking ensued and a photographer asked M if he could take pictures for her portfolio. (He was legit. You bet your ass I checked)
By this time I was tired and uncomfortable and was on the verge of getting loaded myself so we decided to leave.

This is the second best part of the night.
As we were driving down the street waiting to pull out onto busy Woodward, a petite little blonde gets out of this suped up BMW next to my car.
"Dude, she totally looks like a porn star!! What's her name? Devon??!" I freaked out. I love porn stars. They're so fake and crazy and just over the top.
"oh my god, that's Pamela Anderson!" he said
"OH MY GOD. that's close enough to porn!"

And you better believe we were right. My brother told me this morning "hey, pamela anderson was at the club right after you guys left".
I confirmed what she was wearing...

Its funny because earlier I was joking with my brother about the rumor that she'd show up. I said if she showed up with Kid Rock (who lives by my parents which is why she was in town, i'm assuming) I was going to jump on the table and scream "MY NAME IS KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID"
Too bad.

So. The whole modeling/runway/beautiful people got me to thinking
(skip this last part if you don't want to hear me whine about looks and stuff like that)

I don't care if i'm not thin. I've always wanted to be really thin, size 2 type body...I've always wanted that.
But i've decided today that I just want to feel good in my skin.
I don't give a shit if you're fat or skinny or tall or short, if you are comfortable with who you are, you will look good.

I came to this conclusion when I went with my mom to the store today and they had some picture of Steven Tylers OTHER daughter Mia. She was struttin it like she owend the place and she is by NO MEANS a little girl. She looked good. She looked confident and really pretty.

Its easier to lose weight than it is to gain confidence. Isn't that weird?

Oh well. I"m not as coherent when I'm talking about this whole body image thing. I don't know how i feel.

Anyway, to end it on a good note:

Before you go to sleep, picture a guy about 37, slightly balding with sandy blonde hair. Round face with a potato head nose that looks like it was plastered on. It doesn't fit his head. A slight paunch going on. Chinos. Button up plain shirt tucked in.
Pointing this way...
Pointing that way...
jumping up and down
then doing the guitar solo to Jessie's girl.

"Where can I find a woman like that?"

posted at 10:36 PM

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September 28, 2001
Don't have much time...but I've decided on an outfit for my brother's fiancee's runway fashion shindig.
I never found out what time it is supposedly being televised.
Look on fox 2?

(how girly of me to post this. I'm sorry.)

Black short skirt
Black sleeveless turtleneck type shirt
Black platform kneehighs
Black long (longer than skirt) cardigan.

All is well with the world.

(Have I mentioned that I like black?)
posted at 6:10 PM

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September 27, 2001
First order of business:

Enterprise, the new star trek show, rocked. I just loved it (aside from the oil-down in the detox area...but anyway) Scott bakula is the perfect mix of cowboy Kirk and sappy Picard.

Second order of business:

The theme song makes me want to shove screwdrivers in my ears, repeatedly, then dip my head in alcohol...then repeat.

Third order of business:

My right eyeball is seeing only blurry. Like its covered with mucas. It does not hurt, only makes it hard to see.
Damnit.

I'm going to be putting up the new template in a couple of days. I'm trying to take my time with it, cos if I spend a marathon night working on it...I will hate it the next day. Its that whole "too much exposure to the subject" crap.

posted at 1:20 PM

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September 25, 2001
I am working on a new layout.

Yes, i am sick of the current one. I hate looking at it. Those colors. Gah.
So the new one is going to be wasabi flavor.

I'll let you figure out what that means.

But, if i don't update with anything meaningful for a while, its cos I'm slaving over graphics in photoshop.

23 days until clive...

Oh and I think i've decided on a slim fitting, but sharp pant suit.

We'll see how that idea pans out by friday. I'll probably say "HELL NO!"
ahhh the joys of being indecisive.
posted at 2:22 PM

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September 24, 2001
My brother's fiancee is amazingly beautiful.

She's beautiful in that blonde haired blue eyed freckled size 2 girl next door way.
And, she's the nicest person in the whole wide world. I mean, literally. She's sweet and naive and just damn beautiful. I love her to death.

She's trying to break into the modeling industry and in her words "become famous". It makes me laugh. Not because she wants to model and be famous but because my brother doesn't want anything more than to get a house with a heated garage that happens to have a hydraulic lift and new welding gear.
In other words, he's a mechanic. He likes simple grunt dirty messy work.
She likes the high life, the parties...that stuff.

Its goddamned green acres right in my very own back yard.

They're perfect for eachother and that makes everything okay in the world. At least right now.

I mention all of this because she's recently hired on with "the I-group". Michigan's premiere talent agency. We used to use them a lot when i was working as a producer.
Anyway..she's in a show on friday. A fashion show. I hate to say "fashion show" because it sounds so elementary school-dress-up-in-mom's-clothes-and-walk-around-to-the-radio type stuff. No. Its a bona fide runway model show. Its going to be televised (if you're in michigan, its on Fox, but i'm not sure what time...i'll let you know when I find out)
The big wigs from all the major car companies are going to be there. THe who's who of detroit advertising is going to be there.

I'm invited.

WHat the fuck do I wear to something like this?
I am not a model.
I am not model-like.

I will be in a room with all of these vixens (some voluptuous, some not...its not about bodytypes :P)
and here I'll be walking around trying not to stumble.

SUre, I can look good when I dress up to go to a club...or i'm (as I lovingly put it..for lack of a better term) all goth'd out.
But, I can't wear that there. I have to look respectable. I am going to be sort of representing my brother's fiancee. I wouldn't want to do anything in the slight bit to make her even one iota of nervous or embarassed.
its her day. I'm not there to shine but to fade into the background.

What the hell do I wear? I'm in a serious dilemma about this. Beacuse not only am I sort of wanting to impress people, I also will be mingling with people who are potential employers.

Damnit.
Damnit.
Damnit.

Oh. and by the way...as If i wasn't nervous enough already....

24 days until clive barker day.

posted at 1:37 AM

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September 19, 2001
I don't have much to say ...but I felt the need to post.
(i always say that and then wind up posting a long ramble about nothing)
I will not worry about making this flow all nicely and read all story like.

Not tonight. I'm tired.

I have email I haven't responded to, thought I haven't finished..everything is half done right now. I'm too tired to fool with any of it. My allergies have been knocking me on my ass these past couple of days.

get the song "yoo hoo" by Imperial Teen. It plagues me. It won't get out of my head. Yet, its a great song.

I saw "the Others" tonight. I jumped at least 4 times. That fact alone makes me give it 2 thumbs up. And Nicole Kidman is pretty to look at.

I am still waiting to hear on that job offer...I am calling the girl every day until she tells me I have it. Heh.

I am reading "the club dumas" by Arturo Perez-Reverte. You may know the movie that was based on the book, "the ninth gate". The book is (as always, usually) ten times better than the movie. I'm still drawn to the movie for some reason. I watch it a lot...and its not even that great.
Its one of those sneaky movies. The more you see it, the more you realize you actually really like it.
Great Expectations with Gwenyth Paltrow is another one of those movies.

Don't roll your eyes at me.

Reminds me of a time I once rolled my eyes at my mom...she said "you do that again and I'll roll those eyes right out of your head".
I never did it again, you'll be damn sure of that.

Also reminds me of a time I got mad at my 2nd grade teacher for letting this kid who couldn't read well (ie: read as well as I could, i thought) read aloud in class. I got mad at him and stuck my tounge out at him. She got upset with me and said "you do that again and I'll cut your tounge out".

I've experienced a lot of "you do that again and i'll...." threats in my life.

I wonder if they have the draft, what will keep my loved ones from leaving...and how will I know if the missing loved ones will be drafted or dead?

Did you know that some prisons let the prisoners have cats?

Another good band to introduce yourself to is "covenant"
No...They're not christian-rock...

Why am I obsessed with Adrian Lyne's version of Lolita?
Is it because of Jeremy Irons? His interpretation of Humbert Humbert is spot on...He makes you think he's pathetic and sad but you can't bring yourself to hate him.
and how does she get her hair in those leia-type buns?? or the freeking heidi of the alps braid across her head?
You don't know how long i've tried to manipulate my hair to do that...
it just doesn't look right.
Could it be because ...oh....I'm not 14!?!

oh well.

OH.
Clive barker is coming to Ann Arbor.
*orgasm*
posted at 2:40 AM

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September 16, 2001
re: my last post

I had to get it out. I was trying to refrain from bitching at all but I just couldn't be silent about it. I don't think I'll do it again...at least here.
Em has a better way with words when it sums up what I'm thinking.
I just don't have the vocabulary. I think maybe after I calm down a bit, I'll be able to discuss this more on an intelligent level.
Its just hard to debate when you're the only one doing any talking, really.

Anyway, enough about that.

I was watching a movie earlier and it had the song "everytime you go away" by Paul Young in it. Its funny, that song. It reminds me so much of being young and of my very first concerts.
My first "official" concert was Roger Whittaker but I don't really count that.
The next concert was Hall and Oates wsg: Till Tuesday. I remember that concert so clearly. I remember screaming my heart out when they played "maneater"..I remember my mom lighting her lighter when they played that 'everytime you go away'...I remember when Till Tuesday played I told my mom I thought they sucked and she told me not to use that language.

A few years later I went to a Paul Young concert with my dad. I was shocked as hell when they played "everytime..." and I cheered and cheered. My dad raised his lighter.

It made me all nostalgic for concerts I attended while growing up....and it makes me laugh to hear about people who are ashamed of the music they were listening to when they were young.
I will never be ashamed of the music I listened to.
It made me who I am.

I have attended every hair band concert possible.
I have attended folk singers, screaming industrial, poppy teen bands, old time rock and roll bands, angry bands from england on my 18th birthday (remember that dave?)
and bands I haven't even liked...
It makes me proud.

Music is my godsend, that's for damn sure.

What was your first concert? Are you ashamed to have listened to a band that is looked on as "less than cool" by your peers?
Why do you care what they think?

You know you love New kids on the block. Your secret is safe with me.
posted at 3:09 AM

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September 15, 2001
I found this quote on a journal and now I am unable to find the url...
if you know the link, lemme know so I can offer proper credit:

"Back in May, you gave the Taliban in Afghanistan $48 million dollars of our
tax money. No free nation on earth would give them a cent, but you gave
them a gift of $48 million because they said they had "banned all drugs."
Because your drug war was more important than the actual war the Taliban
had inflicted on its own people, you helped to fund the regime who had
given refuge to the very man you now say is responsible for killing my
friend on that plane and for killing the friends of families of thousands
and thousands of people. How dare you talk about more killing now! Shame!
Shame! Shame! Explain your actions in support of the Taliban! Tell us why
your father and his partner Mr. Reagan trained Mr. bin Laden in how to be a
terrorist! "

I am tired of people. I am tired of this whole thing...."war war war we want war!!" and when you ask joebob redneck who he wants war against, he screams "the middle east" or "them there a-rabs".

How sad are you and how sad have we become?
Are you really that stupid that you didn't realize these people don't have shit to do with what has happened to the US?
Are you so ignorant to not know that the Taliban have been threatening to do something to the US for quite some time...That bin Laden has declared his holy war on the US long ago?

How many people have just now heard the words "taliban" or "bin laden"?

Did you not hear about the destruction of a 4th century buddha ?
What about the women who are repressed under the horrific taliban 'rules'.

What is it going to take?
Why were we aiding these creatures ?

I find this to be a complete joke. Taliban wants to be our friends in July yet now they are cheering in the streets claiming the US got what it deserves.

I am angry, damnit.

I am angry at people pointing fingers at everyone from the mideast. I am angry at people becoming overnight racists, completely ignorant of any facts whatsoever.
I am angry that WE FUCKING GAVE THE TALIBAN THE TRAINING ON HOW TO BECOME TERRORISTS!!
I am angry.

Don't even get me started on falwell.
posted at 9:02 PM

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September 14, 2001
Only one person has said happy birthday to me.

I don't expect anything from anyone all year...but damnit. One day a year for someone to go out of their way for me is not too much to fucking ask.

One day a year I expect to be a pretty pretty princess...
and I don't even get that this year.

fuck. and i just read this:
The President declared Friday, September 14, 2001 as a national day of mourning.

Yay!
fuck.
posted at 4:50 PM

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Its my birthday

I'm already melancholy about it enough as is..

so...buy me something:

Wish List

I'm going to go cry...its my party, I can cry if I want to.
posted at 3:12 AM

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September 12, 2001
Michael Moore says it best:

www.michaelmoore.com

I need to escape from the news for a while.
I've been playing sims.

I will post pictures of the Dark Side house. Emperor, Tarkin, 4 storm troopers and Michael Myers for comic relief.
and of the Baddies house. Pinhead, Edward Scissorhands, Storm Trooper, Skeleton and Stevie Nicks.
heh

YOu haven't laughed like I have until you see Emperor Palpatine and a storm trooper dance a happy jig together then tickle eachother till their sides hurt.

posted at 4:31 PM

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September 11, 2001
"i was watching CNN and they showed some live footage from afghanistan.
kids were dancing in the streets, waving flags at the camera lens and smiling. there was music. people were cheering, laughing, celebrating."

Words are useless when trying to express how I feel.

anger. scared. sad. sad. sad.

I'm going to go give blood.

posted at 2:55 PM

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September 07, 2001
...and...

the world's most perfect watch.

SO...remember me bitching about finding a job?
Well, it appears that I have found the best job I can find at this particular moment.
I'd be typing scripts at an ad agency.
This ad agency also happens to be one of the only agencies in michigan to contain in-house production and post-production services.

I don't care that I'll be typing scripts. It's a foot in the door and that's all that matters. They'll see I have mad copy-writing skillz and hella rad editing skillz and they will push me up through the ranks in no time.

Did I mention that they're paying me a lot of money?
Oh yeah, a lot...

So...I'm going to celebrate by spending a shit load of money on a swiss army watch with titantium and a sapphire crystal...

I'm very particular about my watches too..
1. they must have all of their numbers
2. they must have glowing hands or some form of indiglo type device
3. must have the date.
4. must have nothing else.

otherwise, I am unable to tell time.

How lame is that? I don't care...that watch rocks.
posted at 8:15 PM

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The coolest guy on earth:

Nate

yo yo yo, D town representin!
posted at 4:35 AM

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September 06, 2001
Why am I am such a sucker for movies that are all about "what could have been"

ala:
Sliding Doors
Family Man
Me, Myself I
...

that's all I can think of right now but you know what I mean.

posted at 3:30 AM

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So my friend Jac is on me to write for him.

He's starting up a big sort of online community of writers to create an anthology of good fiction. Its all intimidating because I think I am a horrible writer. A few people I know (myself included) absolutely hate those people who parade as authors, some stephen king/hunter s./blahblahblah wanna be and can't even write a paragraph that holds my attention.

That's why I never say I AM a writer.I am not a writer. I want to be a writer. I just don't think it will ever work. Maybe I lack discipline or self confidence. I don't know.
I do know that if I were a real writer, I would be able to write these long journal entries telling tales that keep readers entertained, practically begging me to update update update!

I don't have that nor do I ever think I will have that. I write stream of conciousness. I always have. I don't think of structure or grammar or continuity. I just write what's in my damn head at the time.

Now, with this confession comes another.

I have, ever since I can remember, planned on being a writer. Not necessarily a big time fiction writer but just something. I just wanted to write. I didn't care what. As I got older it evolved into wanting to write case studies for the FBI, profiling serial killers. I wanted to write big books of criminal findings, research papers on how I solved the crime of the century. This then evolved into horror films. I wanted to write for and about horror films. And yes, this evolved into other things as well...
but it all boils down to writing doesn't it?
The reason why I'm so focused on this is because as you know I'm unemployed and fucking broke.

I had a couple of job leads that have not panned out. I was holding myself out for those "perfect" jobs...and their claims of "oh this is great, we'll call you thursday..friday...next week...wednesday" etc etc haven't panned out. (go figure)
Which got me to thinking what is a perfect job? What is my perfect job?

For as long as I've known, I've wanted to do something with a) movies b) serial killers c) writing.
I love horror films I can't write horror stories....
Now what do I do with that? I mean there isn't a huge market for movie writing serial killer profiling wanna be's in Michigan.
I mean, there's not a lot of jobs in Michigan that are creative related anyway.

Its all fucking executive, automotive, scientific bullshit.

I'm just so confused about what I wanna be. What I wanna do. Where do I wanna go?
Will this confusion ever go away or am I doomed to forever question where I am going in life.

It all seems so easy when you're a teenager...compared to the confusion and doubt of your mid twenties.

And another thing...why the fuck did I develop allergies NOW?!
If its not one goddamned thing this year its another.

I tell you, this has been the hardest year of my life...and no one knows why.
And I can't tell you why. Its too private.
maybe.
if you're good.

posted at 1:50 AM

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September 05, 2001
colorquiz
Maybe this is telling you more than I want it to. I don't know.

Your Existing Situation
Attracted by anything new, modern, or intriguing. Liable to the bored by the humdrum, the ordinary, or the traditional

Your Stress Sources
Wants a partner with whom she can share fully in an atmosphere of cloudless serenity, but her compulsion to demonstrate her individuality leads her to adopt a critical and demanding attitude. This introduces discord and leads to alternating periods of drawing closer and drawing apart, so that the ideal state she desires is not allowed to develop. Despite the urge to gratify her natural desires, she imposes a considerable self-restraint on her instincts in the belief that this demonstrates her superiority and raises her above the common herd. Discerning, critical and particular, having taste and discrimination. These qualities, combined with her tendency to judge things for herself and to express her opinions with authority. She enjoys the original, the ingenious and the subtle, striving to ally herself with others of similar taste who can help her in her intellectual unfolding. Desires admiration and the esteem of others.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Believes that she is not receiving her share--that she is neither properly understood nor adequately appreciated. Feels that she is being compelled to conform, and close relationships leave her without any sense of emotional involvement.
An unadmitted lack of confidence makes her careful to avoid open conflict and she feels she must make the best of things as they are

Your Desired Objective
Wants to make up for what she feels she has missed by living with exaggerated intensity; in this way she feels she can break free from all the things that oppress her.

Your Actual Problem
Takes a delight in action and wants to be respected and esteemed for her personal accomplishments

Your Actual Problem #2
Wants to act freely and uninhibitedly, but is restrained by her need to have things on a rational, consistent, and clearly-defined basis.

posted at 2:41 AM

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September 04, 2001
I'm very sleepy right now.

I haven't been writing and right now I'm not motivated to write at all.

I am not even motivated to read.

I'm an experience another wave of general malaise. Maybe it comes with the moon cycles. I experience malaise instead of periods.

Perhaps I just like the word malaise. say it with me : malaise...malaise... malaise.
you type it enough, eventually it looks wrong.

you type any word long enough ...it will look wrong.

Should we revert back to old english style of writing? I think so. Lets just try it for a few years.

Another interesting thing that I've thought about while trying to fall asleep:
just 100 years ago, which really isn't that long in the grand scheme of people things, the language we used, though english, was very different than what we use now.

It was more formal, flowy, oscar wilde-y...
now just think of that, and go back every 100 years. Look at how the english language has evolved. Its essentially stayed the same but the words we use are different.

How is it going to sound in 100 years?

I think it will sound like a heinlein book.

I have been experiencing severe headaches and dizzyness all day. My tumor is growing. I think i have conjoined twin inside my head.
That reminds me...I saw this conjoined twin thing on tv once. And the guy...oh this is horrible...
ok
the guy, had a conjoined twin inside his torso. No one knew. UNTIL...
the guy started to get sick..(or something I can't remember) and the doctors had to go find out what was causing this guy all of these problems. Well, they found out. This conjoined twin was fucking ALIVE in his torso ...feeding off of him like a parasite.
there was no like brain or eyes or fingers...but it was this living mass of flesh inside of his body...growing larger and larger off of him.
Now I can't remember what made the "twin" any different than say, a mass of flesh that would be a tumor. I think it had its own circulatory system or something.
Damnit. I hate it when I only remember parts of stories.

But trust me it was the grossest thing I've ever heard and whenever I get headaches like this I always think of that damn show. I know i've got my very own basket case inside my head.

OH MY GOD..another story. My uncle michael told me this right after I licked an envelope.
There was this story of this lady who got an envelope from an old warehouse that was going out of business...and then she licked the envelope and got one of those nasty papercuts on her tounge. Well, an egg that was growing on the glue found her way into her tounge. Her tounge started to swell up and she didn't know why. So egg-tounge lady went to the doctors and he poked and prodded and out popped a cockroach.
OHHHHHhhhhh...

i know its bullshit but it still makes me never want to lick an envelope again

and why can't i type envelope ...i always type evenlope

and on this note: a guy on screen savers called up and asked Leo why he couldn't get his browser to work. Blah blah (i stopped paying attention until he said:) "well, i have a cable modem......ohhhhhhhhh i see the problem. I tried to install AOL".
WHAT?! Idiot.
*sigh*

posted at 11:02 PM

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September 01, 2001
Ok. There's been some talk over at alt.books.clive-barker about the new movie "jeepers creepers". The reason for this chatter is because Clive endorsed Jeepers Creepers as
"This is the most scary, stylish horror movie I've seen in
years."

Now, this endorsement by itsself may seem purely innocuous. However, the problem lies in the fact that the director of said movie is Victor Salva, director of the movie Powder and convicted child molester.
He confessed to having oral sex with a 12 year old who was in one of his earlier movies, Clownhouse.

Salva pleaded guilty to one count of lewd and lascivious conduct, one count of oral copulation with a person under 14 and three counts of procuring a child for pornography
Salva was sentanced to three years in prison and served 15 months. His parole ended in 1992.

Now. .. He's directing this movie, Jeepers Creepers, and people are sort of upset about Clive endorsing a child molester.

I'm torn, really.
Now bear with me, don't get too mad until you get to the end, yo.

Part of me believes that we should not so much as ignore the crime, but the guy did his time. He's paid his price. Should he never be allowed to make another movie again as a result of a fuckup he did 9-10 years ago? Is it possible that he could be genuinely remorseful for his crime and is now trying to get on with his life?
Do people deserve to be punished for a crime every day of their life? WHere do we draw the line?

Now, its hard for me to type those questions. I have an answer for every single one of them. I try to look at both sides objectively and try to understand where anyone would be coming from...
I know that if I were to have a child and s/he were to be molested...I would not believe that that person could ever get better. I know that something like 45 percent of all convicted child molesters get rearrested for the same crime. I think people who take advantage of the innocence of a child are the lowest of the low.
But, part of me wants to believe that people are inherently good and can be "turned around".

If i were caught stealing, should I be "watched" every time I enter into a store because once a stealer always a stealer?
I know its rediculous to compare a violent crime like child molestation to stealing...but the idea applies that if you're going to do something wrong then you're always going to do it no matter what.
Is it possible to be rehabilitated??

I don't know how I feel about all of this. I don't think Clive is bad for endorsing this film. He's endorsing the guy's work not his personal life. Anyway, what about Roman Polanski or fucking Woody Allen?! These guys are fucking icons and no one says a damn word about them.
I don't see one Woody Allen boycott for fucking his daughter.
I don't see any anti-Polanski riots happening for having sex with a 13 year old child.

I guess I just don't understand the hypocrisy.

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