numbness

over the years I have had experiences that have made me annoyed, angry, happy, ecstatic, romantic, tired, confused, fed up, relaxed, destructive, vulgar, explosive, and a host of other emotions and feelings. But lately I have tried to go numb. I have had all of these experiences and it just keeps repeating. While it is true I can learn something new everyday, I still feel the same things over and over and over again.
Life just keeps circling around itself and recycling. So I have tried to burn away some of the painful feelings and force myself into the euphoric ones, but what is the sweet without the bitter?
It tastes like shit. I imagine shit as having no taste at all. Sure it has a horrible smell, but that doesnt mean it tastes bad or has any taste at all.

I cant think

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gunfighters and burners

There is a line in Hot Rod when they are eating food from the burger joint, and the restaurant calls "Voltron's" order up. It's really Dave, the mechanic (Bill Hader from Knocked Up, "SNL", Superbad), but the girl asks him why he calls himself "Voltron", and he responds, "Probably because it's super badass." Well if you asked me why I liked Street Kings, I am gonna tell you the exact same thing.
Johnny Utah kicked my balls off. It's a collaborative script from James Ellroy (L.A. Confidential, Black Dahlia) and Kurt Wimmer (Thomas Crown Affair, Equilibrium) and the directorial vision of David Ayer (Fast and Furious, Training Day, U-571, Harsh Times). These three came together to create a movie that never left the audience wanting more or less. They tied up their loose ends, mostly through bullets, and pulled rabbits out of hats. The movie follows a pattern of the cop/crime story, and it reminds me of Collateral for some strange reason. Its just badass.
His character name isnt Johnny Utah, but it might as well be. An older, smarter, living on the wild side, ex dead partner is the crazy Agent Pappas; a fusion of what he learned from Bodhi and Pappas, and joined the dirty LAPD. He is supported by a great cast, and great writers.
Im hearing complaints about the ending. Saying its too forced or something of the sort, but the writing prepped the audience for the ending so it shouldnt come as a big unfortunate surprise. I loved the movie from the moment you see Johnny's aged, tired face to the tension relieving credits. You gotta see this one folks.

Break your face tonight

The Civic has given me quite the string of bad luck. I am nervously awaiting the next incident to occur with the little tin can. Last night someone jimmied the door open and just ripped the instrument panel out. As of right now I have no sound, no heat, no air, and no compartment to store stuff. Some other things the bastards made off with: my XM radio tuner, my old cell phone, my birth certificate, my parking meter change, and maybe my identity. 

The sad thing is...the cd player was about $70, I had 2 bucks in change, my XM radio was free (i cancelled that so they are actually saving me $6 bucks a month), and it was my old cell phone. They have all my contacts, but the phone is deactivated. The one thing that I am really bummed about is the birth certificate. It sucks because now I have to reorder another one from KS and then...and then...I dont even know. 

patriotism

Im just as patriotic as the next normal person, but a friend, humanjunk, showed me this badass song on you tube. Now I boycott Samuel Adams because he refused to participate in the Revolutionary War, and I fully promote Washington. Ive never heard of the Professor Brothers, but from the looks of it, they put out some pretty funny stuff.

Get your can opener

Royals toppled the mighty beast on the 8th. It was the home opener at Kauffman Stadium and KC came out swinging. Kansans came from all around to put aside their difference in Alma Maters and cheer on the boys in blue.

KC 5
NY2

Now we can only hope they can keep up with the strong start.

Rock Chalk!

For those of you who watched the game...it was an amazing, tense, happy, stressful, tearful, angry, and just about every other emotion game. I had faith in KU during the whole game, even during the bad calls. They were just playing better. Four of the Memphis players couldnt keep one KU player from driving to the hole. KU was all over the boards, and shooting over 50% from the field. They had potential, but then Memphis didnt lay down. They were forcing turn overs until they had run their lead up to 9, but there was still 2 minutes. KU was closing the gap, but I will admit that it was the most anxious I have been in a long time. When it came down to 3 points and 10 seconds left I was as giddy as a school girl. I couldnt sit still. But my faith in KU during the first 38 minutes of the game carried me through the perpetual ticks of the waning minutes. And it payed off.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!!

Southie Tales

This is about Southland Tales not to be confused with the South by Southwest film festival coverage. If you were looking for that then go to sxsw.com.

Richard Kelly has some brains. He likes to write about the end of existence, and not necessarily the fate of the world, but in Donnie Darko it was the end of Donnie's world. I dont know what his obsession really is, but in the extras on the Southland Tales DVD he states that the "apocalypse stuff is finally completely out of his system." 

The movie, despite critics misgivings, is a really good movie. The only real problem is that Kelly has a hard time telling a story. He uses extreme subtlety in the plot aspect, but comes out blaring a megaphone when revealing his themes. Im not against it. I like the subtle part. I like to sit and think about what the hell just happened to my brain, but a lot of people get bored. Ebert got bored. And Kelly attacks a lot of themes here about politics, pop icons, 2008 election, among many other American culture references, and I think it's pretty blatant, but his story and characters are so interesting and oddly intertwined that you wont waste your time thinking about them. One piece of advice is "acceptance"; you have to just accept what is going on in a Richard Kelly film. *Why ask why? Its a freakin movie.

On the technical aspect he makes a suprisingly good sophomore effort.  The camera work is something to envy. The way that SoCal looks in this movie makes me want to move back there even more (I did a brief stint out there when I was 18). Its chaotic, but fluid. 

The Acting is great. I love all the actors, and I think they are playing the parts perfectly. If you notice almost all of them are comedic actors picked to play dry comedic roles. John Lovitz is one of my favorite characters because he just walks into the movie, shoots some people, says some funny stuff then dies. If you watch closely you will see Janeane Garofalo hanging out with Justin Timberlake, but I wish her parts would have stayed in the movie. Sometimes these random characters play a sort of deus ex machina role and push the plot along even if they appear in two short scenes.

And finally the last variable that makes a good movie better is the music, and the music keeps steady pace with the acting and camera direction. One of the awesome music scenes was the Justin Timberlake lip sync tracking shot through the arcade. Its one of those moments where the music says perfectly in a couple refrains what it would take pages and pages to get across in dialogue, and the camera seems to float along with the actors as they dance.

It was a good movie. It has been over hyped and extremely under hyped, but when the credits rolled across the screen, I thought, "what the hell just happened to my brain? I gotta go figure this out." 

*If you find yourself asking why?, there are three graphic novels that prequel the film to help explain the characters backgrounds, happenings, and some other things. I have only successfully found one online at southlandtales.com, but Im sure the others are out there somewheres.