Living Dead

I may go on a hiatus from blogging for awhile.

(We'll see how long it lasts.)

Thanks for coming along this far, dear readers.

'to see if i still feel...'

i went to this school...

THE STUFF

I intended this week's blog entries to be exclusively RNC-related, in dishonor of those evildoers' invasion of our fucked-up-enough-thank-you-very-much New York City (notice the date stamps on the blog entries), but I've just got too many things running through my head and I don't want to beat you over the head with all this repetitive, tedious political bullshit, so I'll try to break this one up...


Woke up late (again) this morning and C. suggested I take a cab. (If she didn't wake me up, I wouldn't have gotten up at all...) Anyway, I got to work in record time and it wasn't as expensive as I thought it would be, and it brought me right to the doorsteps of my office. Of course, it cost much more than a swipe of my unlimited Metrocard on the subway so I can't afford to make this a habit, but it's good to know it's a viable alternative when I'm in a bind... or when I just don't feel like dealing with the troglodytes on the subway...


Encyclopedia Brown and the case of the vibrating suitcase... it's good to know all this extra security is protecting us from the dangers of horny men and women. (Reminds me of that scene from FIGHT CLUB, a great movie for these troubled times.)


Watched "THE STUFF" last night, which I got off the wonderful NetFlix. This is one of the first movies we rented when my family got our first VCR. (The very first being TEEN WOLF.) I remember being really engaged by it and really freaked the fuck out.

The story, from the IMDB Plot Summary:
Weird yummy goo erupts from the earth and is discovered by a couple of miners. They taste it and decide to market it because it tastes so good. The American public literally eats up the new dessert known as "The Stuff" but unfortunately it takes over the brains of those who eat it turning them into zombie like creatures. It is up to ex-FBI agent David and a kid named Jason to stop the spread of the mind altering dessert.

Suffice it to say, I'm a sucker for movies about yummy goo.

It was so trippy watching it again after all these years. It wasn't scary at all and it didn't really seem to be trying to. It was advertised as a horror film back in the day but it was much more of a satire. It's a horror comedy, but not like the self-aware variety today's kids are accustomed to. Everyone plays their roles very sincerely...

The acting is actually pitch-perfect. In fact, a lot better than I expected it to be upon seeing it again. Michael Moriarty (a very *young* looking Michael Moriarty) plays the main protagonist. Some of you may know him as "Executive ADA Benjamin Stone" (1990-1994) from TV's Law & Order (anybody watch L&O? anybody? 6mx? anybody??). He is brilliant in the movie. He plays his role with a southern accent and a wig and seems to be having a good time with it all. Garrett Morris is in it (the only person I actually *remembered* who was in it, because of one big scene...), Paul Sorvino has a key role (apparently a young Mira is an extra in the background somewhere -- apologies to Christofa for mentioning her name), and there's Danny Aiello and even Abe Vi-friggin-goda and...

Clara Peller, the "Where's the Beef?" lady from the 80's Wendy's commercials, makes a cameo...

Andrea Marcovicci plays the female lead. Now, I remember her particularly from an old Taxi storyline -- one of the greatest (if not *the* greatest, IMHO) sitcoms ever on TV. [Confession: I remember having a big crush on her from that show, when I was a kid.] So, armed with the speed and power of the Internet, I searched her whereabouts...

Unbeknownst to me, she was/is a big cabaret singer. (Who isn't?) I guess she performs all over the place and I found her official site, which has a much more current picture of her on the main page...

This is the reason the Internet is so magical and dangerous. You can (many times) find out about people so easily. And in a matter of moments, the woman aged significantly before my eyes. And to be fair, she's aged rather gracefully, but she's certainly *aged*, and she most certainly isn't the same person who was in "Taxi" and "The Stuff"... there's something to be said for holding onto your illusions...

(Have I exceeded my IMDB link limit for one entry?)


And finally, an article about the most recent RNC speeches:

GOP TO U.S.: IF YOU DON'T LOVE BUSH, YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR COUNTRY.

George Orwell was 20 years too early...

Terms of Internment

Thanks to Unkle BURNEDout for pointing me to this story about how they're holding all these RNC protesters in a warehouse. What's happening in this country?

Here's another story about Pier 57, aka "Guantanamo on the Hudson"...

And another story (sorry I'm stealing your blog material, Burns -- in the interest of spreading the word...), about the terrible world of shit we're in...

The Governor of California (and other fairy tales)

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger spoke at the Rupublican National Convention yesterday. Perhaps the biggest feather in the GOP cap. A beloved, larger-than-life action movie star who's decided to splash around in their pool. I believe they'll even alter the constitution to make him eligible to run for president one day, though he was born in Austria.

From ABC News:
ABCNEWS obtained a copy of an unpublished book proposal with quotes from a verbatim transcript of an interview Schwarzenegger gave in 1975 while making the film Pumping Iron.

Asked who his heroes are, he answered, "I admired Hitler, for instance, because he came from being a little man with almost no formal education, up to power. I admire him for being such a good public speaker and for what he did with it."

The more disconcerting thing is that even after all this shit came out, he won the governor's throne of California.

("So put a quarter in your ass, coz you played yourself!")

All this evidence proves there is no hope for the future. The robots will rise and take over our land. In 20 years, we'll be fighting them back with sticks.

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I finished the very rough first draft of my crappy crappy script last night. When I say I "finished" it, I mean that I wrote out the end of my outline. I felt little catharsis in it because it is such a mess. I didn't even have the sense of accomplishment at having completed a new script for my portfolio since it's an adaptation of a play that I wrote last year. But I will print it out tonight and pore over it and see if I can shape it into something more... inspiring...

[CAN HE DO IT, KIDS? CAN MALICE PULL ANOTHER MIRACLE FROM OUT OF HIS ASS?? IF YOU BELIEVE, CLAP REAL LOUD!!]