duh duhm Its the Oscars duh duh duh duhm

Last weekend was the Oscars...who watched? Well apparently there are about 1 billion people who watch around the world, but I only caught the second half. Unfortunately I was pretty unsatisfied. It reminded me of the year 1993. Check it out here if you didnt catch it.

Dont get me wrong...I did agree with many of the nominees, especially nominations of some of the more comedic roles like Juno and Charlie Wilson's War and I think that the winners were well deserved. I cant find reasons why they shouldnt have won, except Marion Cotillard in La Vie en Rose. Although they arent my first choices, they are good enough. It was actually not that tough to choose from most of the nominees. I feel like the academy forced a few of the films in some of the categories. But the show sucked, and Im sure it had something to do with the strike.

It was just sorry videos of the past winners with little witty banter by the brilliant John Stewart. Or the awards presentations and speeches felt rushed. As I was saying I only saw the second half, but I like to see the stars. I think its funny when they are played off the stage by the orchestra, but I didnt see that once. Booring. I had to get my Oscar kicks from the outrageously re-runned "Insider" and "Extra" and "TMZ".

Here is my picks:
Best Documentary, Feature: Manda Bala. (I know it wasnt nominated, but it should have won)
Best Foreign Language Film: This should not even be a category until they make up their mind as to what makes this category.
Best Animated Feature: Surf's Up. It was so fun, but Persepolis was great.
Best Achievement in Visual Effects: I agree with Golden Compass, but Transformers was close
Best Achievement in Sound Editing: Transformers.
Best in sound...isnt that the same thing? stupid.
Best Original Song: Once. Easy
Best Original Score: Across the Universe

Best Makeup and Costume: Elizabeth: The Golden Age

Best Art Direction: Sweeney Todd

Best Achievement in Editing: The Bourne Ultimatum.

Best Cinematography: Its tough. Either Jesse James or Diving Bell.

Best Adapted Screenplay: No Country For Old Men.

Best Original Screenplay: Michael Clayton.
Best Directing: Julian Schnabel
Best Supporting Actress: Cate Blanchett
Best Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem, but Philip Seymour Hoffman was close.
Best Actress: Keri Russell in Waitress

Best Actor: I gotta give it to Daniel Day-Lewis, but because he didnt look cool at all. Not anything like the characters he plays. He is a thespian through and through. But on coolness; definitely Viggo.

Best Picture: Definitely No Country. Out of the nominees, this was not that hard. There Will Be Blood is really the only film that came close. Michael Clayton was pretty good too.

travel destination

It seems I have lost my passport. I spent the morning cleaning my room and searching for that evasive little booklet, but to no avail. I searched through piles of books. I also cleaned out every piece of mail from underneath my bed. I usually store bank statements and credit card offers under my bed because it is too dangerous to throw them away, or so Im told, but I cleaned all that garbage out. I tidied up my book, and searched through drawers that I know are empty. Im desperate.

I usually keep it somewhere handy, or somewhere I can see it most all of the time. It might get buried under some papers, but it was always out of being tucked away somewhere safe, somewhere secure...because I figure, who is gonna come into my room? No one. And who would I bring in my room, if I were to let someone in my room, that I wouldnt trust enough to leave my passport alone? No one.

Where could it be?

butterflies and lily chou-chou

The most aesthetically pleasing films I think I have seen. One about a man's internal struggle and a butterfly, the other about teenage social aggression and a pop star.

further in and on we go
sightless creatures tugging at our clothes
cutting through the twilight, sword in hand
strangers once, united against the land
at the sound of the bells
they’re pulling paper lanterns from their shelves
  

                                  (Rangers, A Fine Frenzy)

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly's extraordinary use of the camera to put you in Jean-Do Bauby's POV is something to strive for. The man suffered a stroke which left him almost totally paralyzed, except for some movement with his left eye, and the ability to grunt. The story is the struggle. It may not be everyone's struggle, but there is something there for everyone.

Diving Bell starts in the awakening from the coma, and the audience quickly discovers what the problem is. He has "locked-in syndrome". Obviously very rare, but the movie is based off of the book that was dictated through the use of blinking and an alphabet that is not A to Z, but the most commonly used letters are put at the front and it goes from there-as the letters use diminishes so does its precedence. That is the first picture here. This is his speech therapist who adapts the frequency-ordered alphabet for Jean-Do's case. She is breathtakingly beautiful, as are all the other women in the film, which may be his perception of their personalities because of everything they did to help his progress or I am moving to France as soon as I graduate. He was quite the playboy, and he laments for the things he did not do while he had the chance and will never again have the opportunity. But the film is not all depressing or it would not be a fantastic story to write and remember. Its a film that refuses self pity and embraces persistence, patience, and pulchritude. Its a film about love and love lost; regret and repentance.

Its directed by a near no-name Julian Schnabel (Before Night Falls, which stars Javier Bardem from No Country for Old Men) and adapted for the screen by Ronald Harwood (The Pianist, Love in the Time of Cholera)who has hit and miss in adapting books for the screen. I will say that very few adaptations have really made me want to go and read the book (I always watch the movie first so it doesnt ruin the movie), but now I am gonna read the book. Julian does a great job working with his film crew bringing out the colors of the world, the beauty of those around us, and the subtle voice in our head that is always there.

The movie flashes scenes of his life as he remembers them or images from his imagination, and one of the most memorable scenes is when he decides to progress. An image of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon and flying while Jean-Do realizes that his body may be a diving bell taking him to the bottom of the ocean, but his imagination and mind are a butterfly, able to take him anywhere and experience anything.

Jean-Dominique Bauby died ten days after his book was published.

Spankin to the Weather Lady

I rarely watch television these days. I used to watch it a lot though and I was a rapid channel changer. I usually went to TV Guide channel to look for the channels with the hottest babes. I would see Jenny Jones, Young and the Restless, Jerry Springer, and any other shows I knew would have cleavage/T & A, and kind of memorize the channel numbers so I could flip back and forth. Kind of like memorizing a phone sex number but quite a bit more difficult. I mean, remembering 'Channel 48, Channel 19, Channel 26, Channel 2, etc...' is a bit more difficult than recalling a favorite number from my youth 1-800 WELL-HUNG-GERMAN-BOYS-WHO-SWALLOW-YOUR-LOAD-FOR-WEINERSCHNITZELS-
WHILE-FINGERING-THEIR-FATHERS-HAIRY-BROWNEYE, wouldn't you say? Okay maybe not...fnoi NO my backspace isn't working! Damn it, now you all know my secret. Well, umm, it's not like I understand German or anything so it's not like it was really gay and all. I mean, the only somewhat gay part about it was the fathers and sons squealing and moaning and all the slapping. Think, fathers discipline their sons all the time. So that's all that was really a little gay about it. Okay well I guess having a baby carrot lodged in my butthole, while I stroked my 4.5 incher with a slick, lubed up sheet of bubble wrap. Nothing freakish by any means though. Enough of that...So back to channel changing. Boy did I ever hate commercials. They ruined the climax every time but thank goodness for hot weather ladies. They were Plan B but they could usually get me zipped up and on my way in no time. Thank you Weather Channel!

UPDATE --Now, at age 23, I can't even get any hint of blood flow from anything less than a coked up pornstar crapping in a cup and throwing up all over another crackwhore, but weather channel got me through a lot of emergency whack sessions in the hornier times of my pre-18 year old life. (Pretty much 6 times a day or a better gauge to measure was cock redness and pain. Usually three consecutive sessions rubbed me a bit raw but I won't lie, sometimes I kind of liked it. The pain, though, was usually more reserved for the Asian phone sex line) They deserve at least a post on here, even if there are only five readers left. Penis and Balls 2008!

The importance of healthy dieting

I did a little experiment for three days to track my diet and to track how my body was handling certain changes. I changed climate, altitude, routine, stress levels, food intake, diet, exercise, beverage, sleep patterns, and sexual behavior. This is what I discovered through a series of pictures of my stools. Every single time I took a shit I documented it.

Here are my results:


taken 2/13 at 9:30 PM







taken 2/14 at 5:15 PM







taken 2/14 at 6:15 PM







taken 2/15 at 11 AM







taken 2/15 at 2:20 PM
This almost got away because of the auto flush feature at the casino. We had just eaten IN & OUT no more than half an hour previous. It was diarrhea.



taken 2/15 at 11:55 PM







taken 2/16 at 3:45 PM







taken 2/16 at 4:45 PM







taken 2/17 at 3:15 PM. This was taken in the IN & OUT bathroom, hence the seat cover, but it was just before we sat down to eat and not the contrary.





taken 2/17 at 5:20 AM. This was after a long night of partying.






taken 2/17 at 6:50 PM. This one was so messy that I had to use tons of T.P. to clean it. I flushed and then continued to wipe. I even had to clean up with baby wipes. Notice it is after the long night of partying.



taken 2/18 at 12:45 AM. I was already in SLC.






I noticed that my stools showed me a couple things. Once I left SLC they were pretty solid. I got diarrhea once and I blame it on the "animal style" option at I/O burger because I was fine the next time I ate it. It was a good solid piece of terd. But the main reason I started this experiment is because I always have soft serve terds, and I needed to change some things to see what was the determining factor in my diet. As soon as I left and went to Vegas my poops were solidifying. My diet (food/beverage intake, health content of food) worsened; I barely exercised while in Vegas, stayed up to all hours of the day, obviously my routine changed from school to vacation, stress levels fell because of that and meeting new people, and I didnt perform any sexual activities, which isnt much of a change. I do feel a bit fatter now, but I ate less food.

Also when I pooped in the morning my terds were better distributed throughout the day, but while I held it in the morning, a double dose came in the afternoon. Maybe I need more extensive research? But from this peek I believe that stress is the number one factor of output and regularity. Then food.

Holy Jumper Sucks, Batman

Sorry if I didn't give you enough time for comments and nonsense Croonie, but I had to stop you all from making a big mistake.

Jumper was probably the dildoiest movie I have seen this year and last. Save yourselves and wait till it comes out on TBS superstation.

And if you did see it already, what the fuckballs was that look that Samuel L. Jackson gave at the end when he was trapped in the cave? It was like, he crossed his arms with a smile on his face and was saying, "Oh, the Beav has done it again." I almost shit myself when I saw that and then it hit me, "If this didn't have the new Indiana Jones preview on it...I would've asked for my money back." That was the only thing keeping me interested. That, and the hole I cut in the bottom of the popcorn container.

Running after legs

It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin
The trees went by, me and Del were singin
Little runaway, I was flyin







Walking on campus,The snow was beautiful
I see is short shorts go by, Some broads ran by
I was hooked, their legs are callin out to me
pull out my phone, and snap a shot

Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream

I have always been a leg man, and I have always thought that the consistently hottest girls are mid-distance runners; they are in shape and thin and have extremely nice legs. There are definitely exceptions to this, but they are few between, maybe hereditary thinness, but girls who are in shape train to be that way. I like thin, tall, nice legged girls.

Your official update

I don't know if any of you liberals on this blog care about this crazy shit or not, but let me give you a quick update on your future President. However, before I do, a little history on my background and how I grew up.

I grew up in a little shithole outside the famous town Wyatt Earp and the rest of the funky bunch came from. Nothing going on but sex, drinking, more sex, shots, and then someone got pregnant. You were lucky if you got out of that place without a couple bastards, or without a drinking problem worse than Dublin's town drunk.

Everyone wanted the same damn thing all the time. Conservatism. We don't want change, decisions, or new taxes. Leave everything how it is, and up to the Government who is quietly raping us.

What, there is a war going on? That's okay, I didn't even know about it, and as long as good ol' George is killin bad people, fuck it man. What? Wait.

Dad, you told me I was republican and that I always would be, especially if I was from Kansas. I am moving out, getting my own life, listening to politics, and deciding what I really am.

Sure enough, I am Christian. But, none of these supposed republicans want to take abortion (Roe vs. Wade) out. Not even my beloved Mormon, Mitt Romney. Nor Johnny McSatan, or his apprentice kissing his ass all the way to the white house to become the vice-prez, Mike Hucklebub. What about your other issues guys?

McCain says, "I will do whatever it takes to hunt down and find this Osama Bin Laden!" What the fuck? Didn't the President that we hate so much say thee exact same thing about Sadam? Now, let's reelect Bush the 3rd. He even said that he wants to take Bush's tax cuts and make them a reality. Bush is gonna fuckin do that before he leaves as President! He said that in the State of the Union speech. Now, what in the hell are you gonna do John, except for read the papers about how bad you suck! Let's cut taxes and spend more money on finding a ghost, keep sending troops over there so we can pay for them to live after their legs are blown off. Before we know it, a million dollars might buy us a candy bar. Go McCain. Is America retarded?

Romney I liked because he was a business man. He was a successful business man, pulled Massachussets out of debt, wanted to start pulling troops back, was Mormon, guaranteed to lower America's debt, and wanted to fire half the money hogging, tax spending government and congressmen. Why do you think every governor, senator, congressmen, or anyone being paid by taxes didn't endorse him? Cause they were probably gonna take a pay cut or a job cut. But what are you doing for me personally Bishop? Nothing. You are simply fixing Bush's big mistake which is good, but I need more change than that.

Then, the democrats. Liberals. Me. I learned that I need a change. I want a change. I don't care who becomes the President on this side. Preferrably a man. Sorry Hillary, but 3rd world countries might think we were weak if you were the head of the country. No offense to women in America, but other countries look at women way different than we do. Now, some offense to women: if Hillary did become Prez, men might turn into the new woman. Women preying on men for sex. Become leaders and CEO's everywhere. Sexually harassing men at work. Making us wear tight, small, jean shorts forcing us to get silicone-penile implants to help our insecurity. The list goes on. You ladies know what I am talking about.

Now Barrack. What are you gonna do for me? Pull the troops out and lower taxes. That is okay, what else? Help everyone go to college by lowering tuition and books by 4000 dollars! Wow, my little brother would be 16,000 dollars less in debt by now, and I would still be going to school for free. 1500 bucks on a raised tuition and books a semester is really putting a dent on my drinking money. Thanks. Wait, you are also helping everyone out of poverty. That is great, but I need more for me. What did you say? You are getting me health insurance that everyone, including myself can afford because Nixon fucked everything up when he was President to make a quick buck. Haha. Yes! Can you get into office sooner!

Sorry Dad, you raised a bunch of Democrats. No war, taxes at least the same, school, poverty, Canadian health, and a huge racial barrier broken! I think we have a winner. I gotta side with my brother on this one.

Barrack the Casbah!

P.S. Did you notice I didn't make it out of Kansas so luckily.

fiery flaming passion of 1000 burning suns

That is how much I hate what Sundance has become. It was once this great wave of independent writers, directors, actors, and the whole cast of cohorts that make up the film crew in the filmmaking process who were working, digging, and sweating to get some attention from the big boys. Digging their way from the underground film scene to something that would put them on the A-list or at least the b-list. But now it has turned into a debauchery of independent filmmaking, and what the already A-listers call "slummin" to appeal to the trends of counter-culture.

I went to Sundance last year and it was my first time...yes I got my Sundance cherry popped. I was able to go see a couple films, but barely. And that was pretty much all I could do. They closed down stores and other events to the public just so Sienna Miller and Adam Brody could buy some souvenirs. I have already addressed the "Focus on Film" movement that is going on because of all the celebrities slumming it in Sundance...but it is turning into a not so slumming experience. Tom Hanks was there this year, and Steven Spielberg made an appearance last year. I had tons of fun last year, but I have already grown tired of all the hullabaloo, which prevented me from being absolutely amused to go again.

What disappoints the most is the fact that the cohorts that were working so hard, take a back seat, once again, to the already established filmmakers. Sundance has become America's Cannes. It isnt about helping those with undiscovered talent, but it is a red carpet runway show. We saw a film this year called Funny Games. A remake of a film by the same name, by the same writer/director. What the fuck? (sorry about the language kids, but this really pisses me off) How did this movie get accepted? Why?

It has snowballed into a monster that no one can control any longer. Next year Im not gonna waste my money on supporting Redford. Instead I will check out some other film fest. If you wanna know of the film festivals going on during the year check it out here or here.

corpus cavernosum

I am gonna be completely honest...I probably think about sex 95% of every day. I know this sounds ridiculous, but pay attention, I am gonna give you my failed relationships, the notable ones; inspired by a film at Sundance by the name of A Complete History of My Sexual Failures, which the character interviews all of his past relationships and discovers why. Oh the ever elusive why.

So I am going to go off of three measurements: the classic 1-10 richter scale, the type of girl, and the level of chemistry. Of course I am going to change names and order for their protection and to salvage my reputation. So lets bone on.

1. Paris. Paris was tall and beautiful. She was sporty, but didnt come off as a jock. I met her in college. I saw her and knew that she had to be mine. But we didnt really date long. She was an 8.5 and has one of the greatest smiles. She had big luscious lips that were so great to suck on. We had a lot in common and we talked a lot, but ultimately our chemistry was the "We-laugh-like-crazy-together". She was the "happy homemaker".

2. Claire. She is the girl that I liked the most. We just got along. This girl was super funny. I dont know many funny girls, and I tell a lot of girls they are funny, but she truly was. That is why I fell in love with her. She was probably an 8, but with her great smile and personality made her a 9.5. She was younger than me and had the best parts of every type of girl in her, but she was so confident that she was mostly the "Urban Sophisticate". We laughed like crazy together, but we mostly just wanted to "tear-each-others-clothes-off". Unfortunately our relationship ended.

3. Bailey. Our time was short, and she was pretty much a rebound, I hate to say it because she was such a good girlfriend. Thats why it lasted as long as it did. We had nothing in common at least I didnt listen long enough to find out. She did have an amazingly sexy style. Ooh, she knows how to dress. And she never took me seriously, which helped cool me down when I was really mad. I never even thought she was that hot, maybe a 7, but everybody else thought she was smoking hot. She was "Urban Sophisticate"

4. Eva. I never really dated Eva (A-va). We met when I was "taking a break from Paris", but me and Paris got back together. She is really hot, 8.5, and "we-have-so-much-in-common" personality wise its absurd. I still keep in contact with her. She is the "Alpha Female" so that probably makes me the opposite motivational wise. Oh well she thinks Im hot.

5. Ashley. She was so complacent. With me. She was the "happy homemaker". We knew each other for some time, but never really got together. When we finally did it was because we were both in a place where it was convenient. The really great thing about her was her smoking hot little bod. She had a delicious little booty. We probably went swimming over 100 times when we were together. We were "so-comfortable".

6. Jane. Jane was all show. She was tall and hot and sporty. I thought she was gorgeous, but not everyone agreed with me. I thought she was nearly a 9. She was definitely the "Intimacy Junkie", and had a hard time with longer commitment. Really I just wanted to slam her against the wall, break the lamps, and show her something she would never forget. Our chemistry was a little bit of everything, but it was too good to be true.

7. Kris. She was not my type, but got my attention. She was the homecoming queen, and tasted really good. Following the theory of the first, I can only remember the great things from my relationship with her. She was an 8. We had the "we're-so-complementary" chemistry. unfortunately I just lost interest.

Those are the really notable ones. There are the short termers that I have my little infatuations with. I dont know how I meet women. It is God's will that I actually get as much action as I do. Like Samuryan said, I am just the normal guy...wait a second, thats why none of my relationships have worked, Im too freaking normal! But the women I date really are attractive, true my scale is skewed slightly, but not by that much. Whatever. I am currently accepting applications (no Utahns please).

I Hate Life (and Winter Coats on Women)

I first wish to thank Dr. J for a very entertaining post. It was so entertaining it inspired me to post about my similar predicament. Where I'm at, it snows nonstop and on a good week I see the sun once, for about an hour. I suffer from Seasonal Depression and not seeing the sun makes matters quite a bit worse. I also suffer from CMDLSD (Chronic Masturbation Directly Linked to Seasonal Depression) So imagine this, it's freezing cold and there is no sun which basically means white legs and the only flesh bags I see are small protrusions from a heavy winter coat. Then I walk to class through the daily freshly fallen three inches of snow (yes three inches, the size of my fully engorged erection and I'm not trying to brag), pissed off because I couldn't wear my favorite shoes because I don't want to get them dirty. So it's cloudy and snowy and I just go to class realizing how much I hate my life. I try really hard to find a girl in the class I can fantasize over. I thought I found a good one today but she wouldn't take her damn coat off to let me see her potentially delicious flesh sacks. Doesn't help that my teacher is so grotesquely ugly it gets distracting and I finally just give up. So I'm sitting there thinking, (keep in mind I have CMDLSD), I need to go home and do a little pud wrestling, only to arrive at my apartment to see my three roommates all sitting there on the couch. I live in a small place and there is just something about a 6 inch wide piece of drywall seperating my sweaty naked body from three other men that makes the whole process a little uncomfortable. Plus, the only time I can hear a dudes voice while riding the Great White Knuckler, is if it's A) my own voice, encouraging myself and telling myself how naughty I am, or B) a guy on video saying something to the effect of, "You like that? You like that you little whore!?" etc... I don't think I need to go into anymore detail. So then I lay in my bed and stare at the window, only to once again realize I hate life even more. So to end here is a little summary...

1) I hate life as it is
2) I walk outside and the weather makes me hate life
3) I hate school which makes me hate life
4) I hate winter coats when I'm randy and every girl wears them here, therefore I hate life
5) There is one thing I really like, something I need to ease the pain; I call it the devil's handshake. but I can't even shake hands with ole satan himself, because my roommates have no lives and are sitting two feet away from my unit. Hatred of life beyond belief
6) Porn is blocked at my apartment...life? yea, I hate it
7) I wake up every morning and repeat the same damn thing.

F%*k it all!!! I'm leaving right now, driving to the farm lands, away from my roommates, and catapulting a steamy serving of man-naise all over my dashboard. Sounds great right? Yea, until 10 seconds later reality sets in and I realize I'm drowsy and probably shouldn't drive home. There I go again, hating life...

Bout mutha-!@#$in time!

"Hey dicksuck, why don't you move up to the sunshine state and live with us?" my friends all pressed me as they promised it was the best place to live in the lower 49.

"Holy fake bongers everywhere!" I can clearly remember thinking while strolling on the beach. Cool breeze in my hair, a faint fish smell, and a semi-boner clearly noticeable as my ass stuck in the air to conceal it the best I could.

Money.

The only way to ever touch those gorgeous latinas private parts is owning nothing less than a 2007 BMW. Everything has to do with money-hungry, fake everything! All the way down to the pathetic oil stain or hole on some douche-bags jeans who takes them to the dry-cleaner and is incapable of even checking his own oil. He would rather pay the 300 dollars from his Dad's will than check it himself. He needs all the time he can get to jam a needle in his ass for Popeye muscles.

My spank bank is storin more fuckin money shots than the swiss!

Florida was the worst decision I have ever made in my life. Unless your Jewish, gay, or really rich...Don' t even vacation in this hell hole. And that is another thing, HELL HOLE! No seasons? What is that? I vacation to Utah to see the snow, real tits, and actually hear "thank you" every once in a while. I can't stand the sun anymore! I am sure I have cancer by now.

I haven't been to the beach since Croonie was here 5 months ago. Livin in a vacation spot just lost it's flavor. I am movin to Mt. Everest to mold a perfect pair in the snow and meltin that shit dick deep, pumpin like I am back at the skating rink to some vanilla fuckin ice!

Point being bitches, no matter where you live, the shit gets old.

P.S. Sorry Romney fans, looks bad.

Im "Lost"

After all the buzz with the season closer and now all the buzz about the season opener for the supremely hailed TV series "Lost", I now realize what the name of the show means. It is referring to the viewers. They are all lost. No one knows what the crap is going on. This is all I have been hearing about the show.

http://lostpedia.com/wiki/Main_Page
http://www.aintitcool.com/node/32774
http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/ugv/index
http://www.oceanicflight815.com/noflash.html
http://www.avclub.com/content/hater/lost_for_dummies

I was listening to a talk show on XM called "broadminded" and the hosts love "Lost", but they were asking many of the same questions that are found on the previous links. They actually had a "Lost" specialist call into the show and present his theories. I knew that the show was somewhat confusing because I know a few intelligent people that watch it, and it seems they have little or no idea of whats happening. They go week by week, but this was back at season two. They were raving about the show to me so I tried to catch up, but desisted due to priorities.

Now the thought of mystery peaks my interest, but I dont want to be one of these suckers. The writers are playing a joke on the audience, just like Spiderman 3, and the ending is going to be unsatisfying and destroy the years of previous work building a creative dynasty, just like "Sopranos".

So why should we watch "Lost"? Or should we just stick to the mind-numbing of Thursday Night NBC?

Im the tops

I dont usually sit down and make top ten lists. I dont believe in them. Its mostly because I have a hard time with whittling away at large lists and making the comparisons of good movies. All the movies on the top ten list are 5 star movies to me, but the difficult part is because they are all different styles. It is like comparing chickens and fish, but after reviewing the films from last year, It was easy to eliminate most of them. Its the last ten that are tough. Dont think that one is three fold better than ten; its closer than that.

10. reign over me
3. daywatch
5. wristcutters
7. gone baby gone
1. no country for old men
6. there will be blood
4. charlie wilsons war
8. the diving bell and the butterfly
9. persepolis
2. the darjeeling limited

And the ones that almost made the top 10:
eastern promises, hot rod, the assasination of jesse james by the coward robert ford, Angel-A, 28 weeks later, grindhouse, 300, transformers.

There are great movies that I havent seen from last year I know, but unfortunately I live in a place that fools itself into thinking its underground cinema scene is comparable to L.A. I scoff at their ignorance.

maps, sounds, and disko

Im going through a phaze. Im in love with these girl singers. I dont know why, but it has been going on since last summer. They are just so...so unconventional. They have tatts and sing about teenage sexual oppression and angst. Not that that is something new, but these girls are super hot too. It may just be my inner sexually starved being that is trying to overcompensate for its lack of life, and it could be that I am a middle America, corn-fed, country boy with a serious drive for something...well, unconventional. But these great singers, stage performers, and sexy vixens strike the right chord with me. Pun intended.