I'm so vain

I think this blog is about me.

So I'm sitting here in my nice cozy reclining chair with a blanket wrapped up around me while a movie plays on the forty-seven inch high-definition television in front of me, which movie is being streamed over the Internet via the Netflix service to my PlayStation 3. The current movie is called Killer Movie, a movie about a killer on the loose who is, in point of fact, actually on the loose, though none of the crew is any the wiser even as the bodies pile up around them.

Anyway, you may or may not be wondering just then, how, and I connected to the Internet and typing on this little space of mine. Well, the answer is simple and great; I finally got my iBook g4 put together correctly or something, so that the airport card works and I can get onto The Batcave, my wireless network.

Which means I'm pretty awesome. I mean, look at this: I took a broken iBook g4--the hard disk drive was trashed from years of use and no maintenance (they stopped making these particular models in 2004)--and I had no experience with Macs since time began, and then I took the damn thing apart--not only is it a Mac, but it's a laptop to boot--I took it apart, found the problem, replaced the hard drive, joggled some cables, and BAM! it works!

It's one thing to get a desktop computer and fuck around with the innards a bit and finally just make it work via magic as I frequently do, but to take a a completely unknown entity and fix it and nurse it back to full health, now that's something even I can gloat about a bit. Just a bit. I should also mention that the keyboard was busted when I began my work, but I replaced that as well.

Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about, and this is unbelievable, is a movie I finished watching a while ago, a movie called Lo. Absolutely brilliant work, and I'm taking this time to make sure that any lonesome soul on this lonesome road of the 'net is recommended the movie by me. See this movie the very next chance you get. Buy it if you find it, rent it if you can, simply go out of your way to get a copy of this movie into your hands and DVD or Blu-Ray player. It is fantastic.

What it is about is this: a guy, a fragile, quirky, insignificant guy has this girl that he absolutely loves. I mean, he's in deep. And she loves him, too, a whole bunch. Until she is abducted by demons. From hell. They show up and take her to hell. Reminds me of the rape or Persephone. You know, where the exact thing happens.

Anyway, this chick is taken to hell by a demon, and her boyfriend wants to get her back. So he takes this book, this book that looks as if bound in human flesh with an eye set in it, and he recreates this ritual. He draws a pentagram and encircles it and draws the necessary inscriptions in it and puts candles around it and follows, much like a cooking recipe, the route to summoning a demon of his own. A demon to call and command to find his girlfriend and bring her to him so that he can rescue her. Pretty sweet, huh?

Only it's not what you think. The demons are dressed up outlandishly, and the situations are absurd: for instance, one of the demons wants to convince the kid that the girl he is looking for is, in fact, a demon. A slayer of humans, a delighter is destruction, a fountain of misery and death. And how the demon goes about this is that he sings a love song about the girl who was a demon in a high-school dance type setting. It's a riot. I mean, the movie is tongue in cheek at times, and serious at others, in just the right amount. And then the demon this boy has summoned summons two forlorn souls that the girl is in command of in hell and makes the two souls explain how they ended up there. They summoned the demon and asked for a baby, and the demon gave them a baby, which later died at birth, and then the could died someway or another and ended up in hell--they sold their souls for a child. And the guy soul says that he is layed on a cheese grater and pulled slowly across it every day, shredding his back. He then has his eyelids cut off and a demon pisses in his eyes, and then rats chew off his neck.

And this is the girl he has fallen in love with. And he still wants to rescue her form hell, even though she is a demon.

I can't go on without massive spoilers, but suffice it to say that it's one of the movies I will be watching time and again, and would in no way not consider this for a great date movie, albeit the girl I would take would have to be as strange as I am. But I found the movie oddly endearing, and I thought it was a really great love story--and I'm a guy that can't stand love stories even in the slightest. Usually if there is a whiff of love story in the air I find a way to fake sick or make myself really sick or find some way to avoid the situation altogether.

The second movie of the night just finished up.

I'm thinking about switching gears up, here. You know, do one of those long winded pieces that just seem to ramble on about the thoughts that go through my own little head and my reactions to those and then I usually end up taking it about as far as I can get with it and never really resolve anything but have had a great time by the time I get to the end. It's sort of my thing. And finally, for the second time on my blog, the first time I've decided to be so boldly selfish and self-absorbed, I am going to go ahead and ask a question and pretend like I expect some sort of relevant response.

What are the opinions on those said pieces? I did one just a little bit ago, but last summer before I moved back home I did them quite regularly. Most of it comes from reading so much David F Wallace since he sort of does the same thing, but I also think one of the big influences for me when I get into that sort of writing styles is James Joyce, as well, since he was the first stream of consciousness writer I encountered, and after I did that one piece way back when I was first reading him I've had that thrill, I got the fever for writing and I keep trying it and so that's how I usually end up, somewhere between the stream of consciousness writing and the self-absorbed long winded phrases and thought experiment type stuff that DFW does so well. Really you've got to read some of his works, if only one. Just brilliant stuff.

I can't believe it's only 0215 right now. I feel vivacious and alive and just not ready to go to bed at all. I am really and truly sick of gaming right now. Of course, I also need to go get myself a cola so that I can drink it and chew tobacco while this next movie plays.

Anyway, if you decided to read that whole thing--and I would not pass judgment or blame you for skipping most or all of it--go ahead and give me your opinion on that styler of writing, maybe how I can make it easier to read or more substantial or add clarity or whatever. Criticism is what I'm looking for. I mean, sure, it helps to know which parts are done well and what's good about it and all, but I've found that the most helpful comments are those that criticize without remorse. Trust me, I can take it.

More at another time, then.