MORE Hate Comments...

Alright, well Abdual wrote me another comment about my post on his comment. Here goes:

"Yeah you American feel so superior to all of us. Well your helicopter came and destroyed a house on my street yesterday. Enjoy your nap.
-Abdual

Sigh...do I really have to do this again?

First: Abdual, I never said anything that would make me sound as if I believed I was more superior to you as a person. You made a stupid comment last time about me not being validated in my emotions. Come on. I was giving a rebuttal to an attack on what I am allowed to feel. To risk sounding pedantic and immature, you started it.

Second: I am so incredibly pissed off about this ambiguous "you" that keeps flying around it's not even funny. Our world has devolved into a bunch of mudslinging, stereotyping hypocrites. Much as it was not "the Germans" who persecuted the Jews, it sure as hell is not "my" helicopter that bombed the house on your street. You know what I think of that bombing? It's ridiculous, stupid, and completely and utterly unnecessary. If I could have stopped it, I would have. But guess what? The American government doesn't come to each house and ask if it's okay that civilian houses are bombed. So get over calling it "your helicopter" or anything similar.

Third: Once more we are back on whether or not I am allowed to feel stressed over allot of work or relieved when said work is complete. Do I need to explain this to you again Abdual? This is not MY war and whether or not I believe in it it's happening. If I were not allowed to feel happy as long as someone else in the world was less happy than I, I might as well shoot myself right now. Let's put it this way...Abdual, I can't believe you use a computer. Shame on you. I know this homeless guy down the street who doesn't even have shoes, let alone a computer. And there you are using a computer to read websites. That is so selfish.

Abdual, not all Americans are evil and selfish and wanting the destruction of the rest of the world. I am allowed to feel stressed/happy/sad/ecstatic and that has nothing to do with my opinion on world affairs. So get over yourself.

Hollywood Unoriginal? Wow...Big Surprise

I just saw a Catwoman trailer (the new Halley Barry version) and their trailer tagline is this:

"It's been said that when a person dies a cat can bring back their soul to make the wrong things right..."

Here's the opening line of "The Crow":

"People used to think that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes...only sometimes the crow brings that soul back to set the wrong things right."

You're kidding me, right? I thought I had seen The Crow rip-offs before but this is just utterly ridiculous. Sigh...

Hate Mail..er...Hate Comments

Hey kids, I just got a nice comment on my last post in which I talked about being incredibly busy and really really tired. I never said anything about wanting to die, I never said anything about how horrible my life is. Here is the comment I just received on that post:

"Yeah well another couple kids in Iraq lost their appendages today so cram it. But oh I'm sure it's real horrible for you."
-Abdual

Well, Abdual, thank you for the comment. Now let's think about what you said, shall we? First off, thank you SO much for setting me straight. I mean gosh, for a second there I must have thought that me being tired and busy was worse than horrendous suffering. Without you I might have accidentally considered myself worse off than those kids. You are truly on the road to being a great politician or lawyer since you are obviously quite good at twisting words.

Secondly, nice logic there Abdual. If we are to take your comment seriously then nobody can feel any emotion at all because someone else in the world is probably feeling that same emotion to a higher degree. ie: I feel happy, but that obviously is discredited since someone just won 6 million dollars in the super lotto jackpot and that guy is most likely happier than I am.

So the anger you felt about my post? Sorry...doesn't matter...because I bet those poor Iraqi kids are angrier than you are about losing their arms and legs, so your anger doesn't mean anything.

Next time you might want to think twice about making a stupid comment Abdual.

So...Much....Tired....

In the past 48 hours I have spent over 24 hours working on this film. Yes, that means that since 7:30 Sunday morning I have been up. It's now 7:50 Monday morning. Now I have two 10 page papers to write and finals to study for. I'm doomed.

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spent 12 hours mixing sound today.....that's 12 hours in front of a computer with 2 pee breaks and a 10 minute food break.....don't cross me right now....i'm liable to kill someone

Oh How I Wish I Could Utter the Words "I'm Bored" and Mean It

Somewhere between doing sound design for a film, choreographing a dance, filling 200 pages of a sketchbook, writing three 10 page papers, trying to get a job, going to class, and trying to find time to simply eat and sleep, I have lost all hope of making it through the next week alive.

Oh, and seeing how every girl I know if madly in love with my brother, I think I'm going to start selling dates with him. It would probably be a very lucrative career move. I think I'll start the dates at $20 a pop. And that's with no sex. With sex, $40. Any takers?

Oh yeah, I have a mohawk:

Coachella, How I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways...

Maybe the Coachella music festival should have a tagline that goes something like this: "If you love wondering through crowds 60,000 strong, suffering through 108 degree fahrenheit weather, and getting covered head to toe in a thin layer of dust that sticks like glue to your sunscreen, then COACHELLA IS THE PLACE FOR YOU!!! The six of us showed up as we watched the car's thermometer raise up to 108 degrees as the traffic hit a dead stop. We were a mere 1.5 miles from the entrance, which was not a long way at all...or so we thought. Two hours later we finally got to the parking lot. I officially hate traffic more than anything. No, I take that back...the sun is still my number one rival. Traffic takes a close second.

Once inside we raided the merch stand and I got this great Cure shirt:

yeah...it DOES say "hte cure"

We then wondered aimlessly through the biggest crowd ever trying to find bands to listen to. With 6 stages it wasn't very hard to find music. Naomi and I sat down to watch a little Bright Eyes:

They seem to have turned slightly country...which really really confuses me. But hearing Lover I Don't Have to Love live was amazing.

There were enough weird happenings for a thousand lifetimes, like the girls riding the giant smoke churning dragonfly:


The giant Tesla Coil which shot bolts of electricity 10 feet through the air:


Not to mention the double-decker bicycle jousting, the giant skeleton with exploding heart, the people on stilts, the massive mechanical monsters shooting fire, and the giant metal black widow......and I wasn't even one of the thousands toking up. Now that I think about it...everything was really big.

Next we saw Air perform, which, from the CD, sounds like it might be dull. It was anything but. The drummer was amazing and hearing them try and speak english was fun. Next I was off to another tent for some shirtless glowstick raving to the Crystal Method. I guess I pulled off the look well enough since someone asked me for some E. Later a guy walked slowly behind us saying "muuuuushroooooms" in a quiet sing-songy voice, attempting to alert us that he had mushrooms for sale but in a way that he could pass off as just talking to himself if confronted by the authorities.

We saw The Flaming Lips from inside the Beer Garden. I was more interested in the naming of the not-so-aptly named Beer Garden then I was in The Flaming Lips. Some bands are very good at making you feel like it's a show just for you. Other bands try way too hard. The Lips tried way too hard.

Considering that the food looked like this:

I didn't eat any dinner.

I was perfectly fine with this though since we had found great seats to see The Cure. The girl next to me tapped me on the shoulder and asked if her lipstick was smeared. It was all over her face in typical Cure fashion and I responded with, "Yeah...just a little." She asked me where and I pointed to a tiny spot on the corner of her mouth, trying to joke back since it was all over. She thought I didn't get it and said, "I was just joking." I told her I got it.

The Cure came out and immediately started with a brand new song. This being my first Cure concert ever, I was a little excited to say the least. It was amazing to see thousands and thousands of people standing around watching such an amazing show. We also got a great view from the giant screens:

Yeah, I looked stoned...but I swear it's because the smoke + my contacts = bad. Oh, and that guy between Chad and I with the large B sized breasts....he's one of the actors on Passions. Heh.

The Cure put on a great show, plus on encore of some of the greatest hits. The fans loved it, but there was this one girl who, the ENTIRE time, did this weird gyrating move where she would stick her hips out to the right side as her upper torso and legs stayed to the left. First off it looked painful. Secondly this isn't exactly the kind of "dancing" you would expect to see during music like this. Third, she did it the whole freaking time...never stopping. It was ridiculous/amazing and everyone in our group just stared at her very confused.

Overall the whole thing was absolutely amazing. Plus I bested my foe and escaped with barely the slightest bit of sunburn. Depending on who's headlining, I'll definitely be back next year.