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JAxl should just get it over with already and change his name to King Shit of Fuck Mountain.

 

(Mr. Show reference)

They hardly invented that.

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How is IDRM so fuckin' smart.

He doesn't spend all his time thinking about what's wrong with himself and dwelling in a "woe is me" life.

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JAxl should just get it over with already and change his name to King Shit of Fuck Mountain.

 

(Mr. Show reference)

They hardly invented that.

I never said they did. Geez, shut up.

Yes you did.

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I watched Faces today, but fuck the movie folder.

 

I don't know what problem godthedog has with that film. I liked it bunches.

I watched Faces of Death today, and then Garbage Pail Kids right after. I was more disturbed by the latter.

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How is IDRM so fuckin' smart.

He doesn't spend all his time thinking about what's wrong with himself and dwelling in a "woe is me" life.

Because I clearly do that. Eat a gun barrel.

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I didn't really watch those movies, that was a joke.

Yesterday, in the late afternoon I watched Friday the 13th V. I did a bunch of stuff after that, but when I fell asleep I dreamt all night about Jason chasing me. We were in a dreamland version of the UC Berkeley campus, but there was no one else around. I kept running these very elaborate escape routes where there was no way he could follow me, but he always did. I wasn't really scared, but it was like "Jesus Christ, how is he doing this?!"

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I watched Faces today, but fuck the movie folder.

 

I don't know what problem godthedog has with that film. I liked it bunches.

the acting is grating with all the terribly fake laughter. scenes wander, lose their place, go on forever. movies made in that style are supposed to hit you with how "real" or "true" they seem, but the whole thing felt really staged and artificial to me. i don't like cassevetes's characters, and i don't think they're interesting enough to warrant dozens of interminable scenes to study the way they behave and the way they react. it's really a pretty superficial movie. cassevetes was obsessed with surfaces and not much else. as such, each scene just pretty much is what it is, and the scenes don't really fit together to create some kind of meaningful whole. it's just kind of there.

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The constant laughter rubbed me the wrong way at first, but, as the movie went on, I realized that the business men in the film's first half laughed so much because they were miserable. It's an affect, for sure, but an effective one, I thought.

 

Still, yeah, I can see it being grating. All of Faces straddles the line between genuine emotion and annoying self-parody; even if I thought the experiment was a failure, I'd admire it for going out on a limb.

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How is IDRM so fuckin' smart.

He doesn't spend all his time thinking about what's wrong with himself and dwelling in a "woe is me" life.

Because I clearly do that. Eat a gun barrel.

Have you read your own posts about not being able to have a relationship yet? Choke on a glowstick hippy.

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the night before i have to wake up early to fly to chicago, my roommate decides to bring a girl over. it's a studio apartment, so we have to share one big living space, which means his private time gets put into my immediate perceptions. i just spent the last hour trying to sleep while they made out on the futon. i can still hear what they're doing right now. i can smell it in the damn room.

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Rant has a point, Kotz. The bulk of your posts, lately, is either about how much you hate your life or that you're high.

Uncertainty and hate are different. Besides, my life is fine. I'm just not recognizing it for some reason.

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