You like to stand on the other side
Point and laugh so self-satisfied
Lines drawn so plain and clear to you
So plain and clear they distort your view
Won’t be ashamed of the things I’ve done
Live for myself I can’t march to your drum
You were lost to me long ago
Tried to get past your self righteousness
But you kept me below
I am not unforgiving
But I won’t take the fall
Let the ashes surround us
I am not gonna crawl through
Broken glass and razor wire
I don’t care if yesterday burns
Stoke up the fire
It’s like a shot when you realize
Destroying yourself is not a compromise
Cut off your nose to spite your face
There are some things in life
That time can’t erase, you know
We all choose paths that we know are wrong
And live with ourselves
When the meaning is gone
It could be you, me, anyone
But I don’t need to feel another’s under my thumb
In spite of the things you’ve done, you’re left with an army of one
In spite of the things you do, there’ll be no one left there with you
In spite of the things you want, you will get what you’re due
We watched a pretty good documentary the other day. The Parking Lot Movie was a slow starter, and to be honest, a slow pace kind of film that centers around the attendants of a pay-to-park lot in college town, Charolettesville, Virginia. Most of the guys were intelligent types (some to a fault), mostly undergrads and grad students that were just looking for a way to make some dough while avoiding manual labor or frying burgers.
In a nutshell it’s a goofy, class-war kind of theme with these sort of anti-hero parking lot guys pitted against the entitled ruling class….basically. Some of the guys are likable, some are self-righteous assholes that talk out of their ass for most of their screent-time, but all in all, an interesting bunch that have spent years at a job that your psyche should only endure for six months.
If you’ve worked a lot of service industry sort of jobs then this is a movie you can relate to. I know how the dudes feel. I’ve gone on many of the same rants about the same kind of people.. even when you know you are being petty and bitter, you can’t stop yourself. When you get to that point of bitter, you-against-the world sort of attitude you have to move on. That shit is poisonous. I delivered food by car for several years— Believe me, customers will wear on you.
People are entitled assholes. People with a relatively large income are even more entitled assholes. Children of people with a relatively large income are extremely entitled assholes. This movie was fun.
Other movies recently watched-
Being John Malkovich, dug it. Ending was weak, though.
The Social Network, at times the dialogue tries so hard to have this hyper-real conversation pace and it just comes off even more fake. Really good movie though.
The Fighter, typical “Boston-drama” sort of movie, but still pretty good. Christian Bale fucking kills it. The movie would have been very average without that performance.
The Science of Sleep, didn’t make it through he first 20 mins. Maybe I’ll give it another try sometime, but it just seemed really, really bad.
Dirty Pretty Things, watched this in class. It was pretty good.
DUDE.
did you know how good the Social Network soundtrack is? Its fucking awesome. I haven’t had a chance to listen to the whole thing on its own, but with the movie it is fucking spectacular. Probably my favorite part of the movie.
Anyway, I was listening to the theme song of the movie just a minute ago and then I remembered that I should listen to the new None More Black stuff because its been out a long time now. Just after the finish of the Social Network theme I hit play on the NMB song… holy shit… its like they were meant for each other… Its like it was meant to be the intro of the NMB song. I don’t know, maybe I’m just crazy. Listen for yourself. Open both links and play them directly back to back.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ua2gabdJoc&feature=related
http://s3.fatwreck.com/sync/audio_track/the_audio_file/267/05_I_m_Warning_You_With_Peace___Love.mp3
Some mega-douche broke the passenger window of my car. Can you believe that? Who just beasts-out and starts karate chopping glass (besides Andrew WK)? The perp (which is what I will now refer to him as) didn’t even get in the car to rummage through it. I know this because the door was still locked and half of the broken glass still remained in the window. So, unless the perp was unusually polite and angelically gentle, he didn’t open the door. This leaves two possible situations— he either was practicing karate while on an epic training walk, slipped on a banana peel and began stumbling with arms in full tae-bo mode straight into the window of the vehicle, OR he was walking home from the bar after being led on by a mega foxy lady who eventually ended up going home with a much more gentlemanly fellow. On his frustrated walk home he became irritated with his less than stellar pick-up lines and upon replaying the conversation that lost him a one night stand in his mind over and over again began a flurry of self loathing that only head-butting can relieve. Seeking respite from this self-hatred he approached my vehicle and did the only thing that made sense to him. Headbutt. What an asshole.
To further compound this shithole situation, some epic fucking snownado is settling upon the midwest. I taped up the window but the duct tape wouldn’t really stick that well, because it was really, really fucked cold and there was a little condensation on the car. I wake up this morning to a parking lot that is more like an ice rink and 6 dozen feet of snow is on its way. Dammit. A fucking dog in roller-boots is more nimble than my car in bad weather. I’m gonna have to man up and pilot that bitch to a repair shop.
Can’t sleep thinking about it
Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out,
Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity,
Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind,
Follow it with our eyes,
The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own,
It’s the little things that get us through life,
Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out,
Until we both ejaculate ride the wave
As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic,
We well up, and then we explode!
It’s the little things that get us through life,
I need a little escape
Burning plants together until the magic comes out,
Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates,
Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes,
Initiate the levitate,
We slowly start to drift off,
It’s the little things that get us through life
93.7 was kind enough to let me sneak on the radio this morning in Atchison to talk about bikes.
