July 1st, 2004

headwound

- Remember The Goonies?

First of all, wow, some cast.

I haven't seen this movie basically since it was released, and I'm a little shocked by some of what I've heard so far. This film was, apparently, before the PG-13 rating, because I am hard pressed to see how this language would fly even in a PG-13 film by today's standards. There's a part where Corey Feldman is "translating" Spanish for Sean Astin's mom to a helper, and he turns all of mom's instructions into horror-tales, even, at one point, telling the Spanish woman that up in the attic was all of the father's "sexual torture devices." Plus, the word "shit" is pretty liberally peppered throughout the film, and all I could think of was the scene from Spy Kids where the girl says "Shhhhhhhhhhi ... take mushrooms.".

Seems to me that this "sexual torture" line would have had to have been excised from the script long before it got anywhere near coming out of the lips -- even in Español -- of a 13yr old boy cast in today's paranoid climate.

I can just see some producer mulling this script now saying, "Oh no, no, this won't do. You can't have a child say this."

Of course, this film was produced back when Hollywood was sort of still about art and entertainment -- well, entertainment, anyhow -- and not so much about the bottom line.

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In other news, I think I was just standing in line downstairs at the deli behind the 'Spic that robbed me the other night.

I hope I'm not starting to see stuff, but it really did look like him ... not the agitated dude who wanted me to hit him, but his buddy.

And to those of you who may want to call "racism," I mean it in the same way that Chris Rock so infamously said, "I hate niggers. I love black people, but I hate niggers." And my adoptive mother's Mexican, so give me a fucking break.

Goddamnit, one shit head with an agenda pops up and I get all dicey.

Fuck you.
headwound

- OH MY FUCKING GOD ... YOU SO CRAZEE!!!!

I was going to post my stalker's "review" of "To See if I still Feel," and, as I went to post it, with the quotes from my story trimmed for redundancy's sake, it turns out that the text was too long to enter into the replies. It got me thinking ... "how much did s/he actually write?"

And the answer is ... s/he wrote 14 pages dedicated to telling me what's wrong with the story, how much I suck, how I am a plagiarist, and about how I should just stop.

And these replies to this person are eating up too many words on my part as well.

The story itself is four pages long, 1,700 words, 9,558 characters.

His or her rant, minus those numbers, is: 14 pages, 5,280 words, 29,007 characters.

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*wipes tear*

I really wish I had looked at these numbers sooner, because if I needed a more clarified definition of this individual's compulsion, this is it.

The day a critique need be almost 4x as long as the subject at hand is the day that my ass eats itself -- of course, without all the personal attacks, I imagine s/he could have trimmed quite a bit from this load of shit s/he's carrying around for me.

The only thing in life that makes me stupid is any sitcom on the WB Network, and entertaining trolls like yourself. If you don't like me, or what I do, or how I do it ... FINE. Get on with your bad self. Now ... leave me alone to suck, and blow, and do whatever else it is that I am going to do that will never have any impact on your wonderful, heroic life whatsoever, k? Buh-bye ... Little Rat.
  • Current Mood
    giddy giddy
headwound

(no subject)

How come everybody else gets to relax with their live journals, but I have to deal with some hateful jackass(es) who actually go(es) out of their way to provoke me?

I guess it's me, isn't it?

You get what you put out there.

I spew hate ... I receive hate.

I am tired.
  • Current Mood
    frustrated frustrated
headwound

(no subject)

I think you're in love with me, I think that's the real problem.

You keep using this time frame of how nothing's changed for me in twenty years ... if you know me, then cop to it.

But that wouldn't be any fun ... then you'd lose the power that I give you.

What did I ever do to anyone to invite you here?

You just like being in my head.

You like playing your little game.