Zine
Foxy Girl and I were leaving through a friend's fanzine the other day, and I mentioned what she and I both knew, that I've never really been a zine person (which is not a commentary on this particular zine). I don't know why, I'm just not. She claims it's because I don't care about other people's opinions, which I guess is sometimes true. Believe me when I say I don't wanna be a dick that way, because I think everyone's opinion is valid, that should go without saying...If anything, it's because I'm too often wrapped up in myself and my opinion (in regard to things that would usually be written in a zine), which is probably a detriment. But I insist that MAINLY, I just am not into zines. Once in a while if I see them around, I'll leave through a "Maximum Rock N' Roll" or a "Punk Planet." But that's usually it...so with that in mind, feel free never to read my idiotic ramblings again if I don't read yours.

BIG surprise when I say this, the only person's writings I consistently read are Ben Weasel's. He cracks me up, he's insightful, and he reminds me of myself. (What an asshole, he likes Ben Weasel cuz it reminds him of him.) I totally agree! I'm just trying to be completely honest.

But here's my saving grace; I would LIKE to read zines more...maybe. I'm not completely uninterested. Come to think of it, out of all my closest friends, I'm the ONLY one who's even remotely interested in zines anyway...maybe Mike is a little, but that's it. SO, if anyone wants me to read a zine, let me know.

NOTE: If ANYONE out there happened to read the end of this post in the 8-hour span it was up, I deleted the last part whch was an analysis of a Ben Weasel blog entry regarding "spirituality." I deleted it because I was WAY off in remembering what it was about.

Gummo Sucko
In the same way that Jad Fair, on his website, promises to uphold the highest standards in his art, I pledge to you to always keep these entries at least MILDLY entertaining; I won't tell you about how I got drunk last night, or any crap like that.

And on that note, has anybody ever seen that movie "Gummo"? What a piece of crap! People often say after seeing a bad movie how they can't get that part of their life back ever again...usually, around two hours or so. I'm not sure how to account for the lost time of my soul, as "Gummo" haunted my very being with it's shitty-ness.

Let me give you a synopsis if you haven't seen it: These two ug-mo kids kill cats to sell to a Chinese restaurant. This kid walks around with pink bunny ears...he also kills cats. This guy allows the two ug-mo's to have sex with his wife, who has down syndrome. More of the same, over and over, in this pretentious piece of crap done by Harmony Korine, the same director of that movie "Kids," which was, are you ready? Just OK. The movie was shot in Tennessee, Korine's home state, but it was supposed to take place in Xenia, Ohio, a city which was victim to a horrible tornado approximately 20 years ago. The movie implied that this filthy, racist, redneck town never recovered from a tornado, and the people were now all fucked in the head.

Granted, this was a fictional movie; whereby, wouldn't it have been more fair to create a fictional city, instead of smudge the reputation of Xenia, which in fact is not at all as it appears in the movie? Why couldn't it have been a city in Korine's home state? That peckerhead never even visited Xenia.

In summation, this privileged 21-year old (at the time), in his knowledgeable Hollywood prowess, made a movie based on his presumptions about a supposedly ravaged city, and what life is like there for its poor inhabitants. In other words, "See everyone! Aren't poor people's lives fucked up? Aren't they an interesting case study for us artists?" All the movie did was offer stereotypes about poor rural towns, complete with a Satanic rock soundtrack.

One final thing: Gross. This movie was fucking gross, and the grossness was supposed to startle you, to make us "normal" people think. I have never seen a grosser scene than when the main ug-mo ate spaghetti in a bathtub full of dirty water.

Incidentally, after we ejected the tape from our VCR, I drop-kicked the fuck out of that piece of shit. We stepped on the rental box too, and cracked that motherfucker.

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Ok, I think this will work better than a "Thoughts" section, where I feel I have to make 4 solid, monumentous entries. In the words of my friend Jeff, "Good Times."