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I'm pretty certain they've already picked it up: And I know what you mean, homes: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korgoth_of_Barbaria <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Anyway, don't judge me: Futurama, Cowboy Bebop, The Simpsons, Johnny Bravo, Duck Dodgers, Justice League (+Unlimited), the one with the fat dude and the huge killer transformer and that, uh, hip-hop influenced anime: Samurai Champloo. Like, I know they can - with a few (obvious) exceptions - be pitiful, dumb and just plain awful at times, but I can't stop watching, I can't slap myself silly and bash the damn telly dead - cause I'm a sad sad nerd trapped inside a dashing young man's body. Well, except the dashing part: I'd settle for sexy, though plain ain't that be an adjective.

What happened to you, man? Poor Righteous Teachers - Black Business.

Have you ever seen Fist of Legend, Twin Warriors or the perfectly awful Lord of the Wu Tang? Fearless was, basically, a gigantic, easily-digestible cliche wrapped in hokum foil - melodramatic nationalism, cheap sentimentality, predictable plot, overt seriousness. Good flick though - the fight scenes were indeed magnificent (the best he's done in years) and the blind chick was hot. T'was just that, when he wasn't grappling at someone's balls, I was either snoring or barfing, depending on my mood. God, I sound like a real nerd, I'm sorry, Astro, I really am. Here's a vid of the bar skirmish with the bald Kung-Fu master guy, to make up for my earlier nerdish yelpings. And the cut Somluck Kamsing scene. God, I'd've watched a two and a half hour Fearless for Michelle Yeoh alone - I'm such a nerd. God, I'm so bored and nerdy and ugly and daft right now - sleep, I need sleep. The Alaskan remake - the Nolan flick.

Because I'm proud of my immense, world-engulfing homosexuality. Later on, or eventually, or in the near future:

These past few weeks - I'm sure I'm missing plenty, I'm sure there's no chronological order to speak of - a list (mainly because I'm too much of slothful piglet to bother writing a quick - and so easily discarded - phrase): (Bolded=Watch, Italicized=Avoid, Normal=Whatever) Pulp Fiction Salinui chueok (Memories of Murder) Insomnia 2001 True Romance C'est arriv

It's an Appalachian folk song - if I'm not mistaken, and I don't think I am - so, obviously, there've been plenty of versions along the years. Leadbelly sure did whore it - beautifully, mind you - in the 40s. "Black Girl", "In The Pines" and so on and so on forth, etc, etc. Burning Spear - Old Marcus Garvey.

Yes. I do suggest you watch it, but, please, be warned - it's mostly a visual treat (Benoit Delhomme!), one that should be seen on the big screen (if possible). Definitely one of the better Western-like films out there. Oh and Warren Ellis = badass.

Sven Nykvist, Dead at 83. I'll probably cry now (inconspicuously perhaps, hopefully) -- well okay, maybe I won't shed me tears like a teenage drama-whore. I'll just take a few screen caps of Sacrifice, The Tenant and Vargtimmen while sobbing (figuratively?) in my bear (well, wine) and wanking to some cheap amateur porn. Or just, uh, Army of Darkness, on account of its enormous badassness. PS: I watched, like, 10-15 flicks since me last post in this thread, and I'd write a bunch of mini-reviews, I really would, if only I remembered them all - vividly?

It's okay, TN - I too am known to taste the forbidden fruit (from time to time) - and they do say there's no better time than the present: the past being dead and the future merely an instant away, thus: Queensryche - Revolution Calling Which is, of course, gayer than sodomites buggering to an old Bobby Darin tune.

It's because I'm gay, isn't it? : ( Bob Dylan - The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest.

I - secure in my heterosexuality - shall listen to Leonard Cohen's Joan of Arc and nod my head sheepishly.

Giancarlo Esposito.

Jason Lee?

George Clooney.

I wish I had one of those cool - or at least borderline interesting; quaint? - life stories|experiences to share with you - like Drabs above. But thing is, I'm bored and my stomach's whining real bad. I'ma go grab some chow and, uh, I dunno, do something, I guess. Kris Kristofferson - Blame It On The Stones

A few vids from the Touch and Go 25th Anniversary show, namely: Killdozer, Shellac and Man or Astroman? - yeah, I too wish I was a glob-trotting rich tit, cash flowing freely from me pockets.

Poor Righteous Teachers - Black Business And while I love this record, I'm gonna (momentarily) change it to a Leonard Cohen album. Songs From a Room? Songs of Love and Hate? The Future? Or, I could just watch: (Tom Waits') Big Time.

+ This. PS: Poor Righteous Teachers - Nobody Move. (I think I'm in love --> seriously: No, but that Bobby McFerrin vid gave me the shakes a minute ago, I'm still in shock --> seriously: No - amused at best, or maybe enchanted. Baby steps.)

Memphis Jug Band - Cocaine Habit Blues. Black Star - . Leonard Cohen - .

Yeah, this is pretty much my desert-island album (don't you just hate such obvious, over-used, borderline barf-inducing cliches?). Mingus at Antibes comes close. Man, that was one my first Jazz albums -- perhaps the first, you know, the one, the mythical mumbo-jumbo one, the one you remember and reminisce about on lonely net-nerd forums at 5 AM, talking loud and proud 'bout them funny sounding words and phrases you've (barely) just thought of and (already) written in that (little) square-like space. That or this Miles Davis compilation whose name I've long forgotten... God Child?. I still own the tape, funny things tapes, CDs are funny in the same way, I guess, the-not-funny-at-all-unless-you're-up-at-5-AM-too-tired-to-wank-and-too-sane-to-sleep-way. Yeah, in fact, I'ma gonna listen to it now, cause while I love Hip-Hop, 5 AM is way too late an hour, maybe some Bartok afterwards. Or The Stones or some other purebred Rock'n'Roll, yeah, something like that anyway, Leonard Cohen? Nah, I'd be too depressed, I'm already numb, I don't need that, uh, thinking, thinking, uh, The Twilight Singers make for good late night music, and they sure get loads of love 'round these parts. Then there's the single most perfect late-night rock song: Omerta. "I don't sleep 'cuz sleep iz the cousin of death -- 'Least that's what Nas say." Now, I for one, don't much care 'bout what "Nas say". But, then again, that's just me. Edit: Holy Hell.

Sunday morning, three (relatively) new albums (to me, as in "I've just got them" or "haven't yet listened to them, uh, much"). It's been a hard morning, and I am -- for the first time in months -- contemplating watching a Godard flick, namely: Tout va bien. And, like, this sounds even more pretentious than the norm, bursting with marxist dreg. Thing is, I like Yves Montand, and Jane Fonda was hot once, like really hot. I fondly remember that Poe adaptation her hubby made in the, uh, late 60s? Yeah, Vadim can't direct and his segment was by far the worst of the three, but Fonda, Fonda was gorgeous. (Sorta) Wish I had a copy.

Dmitri Shostakovich - Quartet No. 3 In F Major Op. 73: 2. Moderato con moto (The Emerson String Quartet).

Bruno - At Daytona Beach