The calm before the norm.
I took my piercings out before coming here. I’ll have a tattoo on my left shoulder removed or covered before I leave.
(Boring.)
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Precision Bass1973 Fender ad.
This is the greatest ad I’ve ever seen.
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Apollo 10
These dudes were pioneers in space travel. They were also pioneers in making me howl with laughter to the confusion and annoyance of my fellow tram patrons.
Toilet humour isn’t juvenile if it occurs in space, right?
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Turd encounter #2
Apollo 10 audio transcript.
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Turd encounter #1
Apollo 10 audio transcript.
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Let me tell you a story. The day after Columbine, I was interviewed for the Tom Brokaw news program. The reporter had been assigned a theory and was seeking soundbites to support it. “Wouldn’t you say,” she asked, ‘that killings like this are influenced by violent movies?” No, I said, I wouldn’t say that. “But what about ‘The Basketball Diaries’?” she asked. “Doesn’t that have a scene of a boy walking into a school with a machinegun?”
The obscure 1995 Leonardo DiCaprio movie did indeed have a brief fantasy scene of that nature, I said, but the movie failed at the box office and it’s unlikely the Columbine killers saw it.
The reporter looked disappointed, so I offered her my theory. “Events like this,” I said, “if they are influenced by anything, are influenced by news programs like your own. When an unbalanced kid walks into a school and starts shooting, it becomes a major media event. Cable news drops ordinary programming and goes around the clock with it. The story is assigned a logo and a theme song; these two kids were packaged as the Trench Coat Mafia. The message is clear to other disturbed kids: If I shoot up my school, I can be famous. The TV will talk about nothing else but me. Experts will try to figure out what I was thinking. Kids and teachers at school will see they shouldn’t have messed with me. I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.”
In short, I said, events like Columbine are influenced far less by violent movies than by CNN, “The NBC Nightly News” and other news media, who glorify the killers in the guise of “explaining” them.
The reporter thanked me and turned off the camera. Of course the interview was never used. They found plenty of talking heads to condemn violent movies, and everybody was happy.
RIP Roger. You will be sorely missed, and not solely by lovers of film.
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thedeevie asked: High Fidelity should most definitely be on your list!
On the list it goes, then :)
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‘So the last three nights I’ve swum the Atlantic.
I asked him if he enjoyed pulling on threads and he glanced me over with lights in his eyes.
‘Only if they unravel.’
And I knew I was done for.
‘Are you drunk?’
Those damn eyes again, no pretense of fair play. A half-smile playing at his lips: ‘Should I be?’
I said he should, and he ordered eight shots.
He told me to watch them and strolled to the jukebox, sliding five coins into the slot and making quick, sure selections each time before walking back to his booze and his date.
He threw three shots back like a veteran as my favourite song played, making sure to catch everyone’s eye but mine.
He threw back another while the speakers screamed the beginning of a Smiths song, and I watched him dance with a stranger.
He came back to the bar, Joy Division by now clamouring for the attention of all in attendance, and kissed my cheek.
He smiled and it seemed genuine. He stared me straight in the eye and mouthed words that I regret missing.
Shot Number Five slid down his throat and I regretted everything else.
Saying he should be here, saying he should be drunk, saying he should be in my bed when I wake up, from here until forever. It was a mess.
He’d wandered to the men’s, and when he returned I was miles away. He brought me to Earth with a touch, more gentle than I thought he was capable of, on my wrist.
‘If I should be drunk, is it not fair that we be on even footing?’
The first shot I did alone. The second saw our shot glasses kiss for a heartbeat. In a quiet place you’d have heard it, but his coins in the jukebox had irrevocably damaged the silence here and instead, he drew me away to a waiting cab.
Letters to the editor.
I hope the words that fall from my brain are still meaningful.
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