tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38095792011-04-21T23:37:55.156-04:00AngryFrankJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1151439521279687362006-06-27T16:18:00.001-04:002006-06-27T16:18:41.290-04:00Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1139370988181844322006-02-07T22:55:00.000-05:002006-02-07T22:56:28.193-05:00Heh heh heh.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1133967628204055042005-12-07T09:59:00.000-05:002005-12-07T10:00:28.213-05:00HOLY CRAP I'm shooting a movie. And writing one (Banana Pancakes. Bitch.)Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1127583453584110942005-09-24T13:19:00.000-04:002005-09-24T13:53:18.760-04:00An Unfinished LifeNot terrible. A bit heavy-handed with the score. Great work from Redford and Freeman. J-Lo way the hell out of place. Grizzly ManCrazy documentary from the very self-involved Werner Herzog. If you can stomach the man's voice for nearly two hours then you'll be held in an uncomfortable daze while Andrew Treadwell irritates a bunch of wild bears. At one point he cusses out aJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1120958129314803292005-07-09T19:57:00.000-04:002005-07-10T17:14:59.870-04:00The Fantastic Four: Why Hollywood is DyingA Brief Summary:Mr. Fantastic: We should go into outer-space. Doom: I like space. Evil space. The Thing: I don’t like you, Doom. You seem bad.Invisible Girl: Can I take off my top? The Human Torch: This is so cool! And can she take off her top? Bystander: [Slow and meaningful applause]Foolish, foolish, foolish. Some artichoke over at 20th Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1098557975776049562004-10-23T14:58:00.000-04:002004-10-29T11:42:11.253-04:00Jimeny Cricket getaload uh this guy:
MrAngryPants.comJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1097815997144035452004-10-15T01:53:00.000-04:002004-10-15T00:53:17.146-04:00I'm moving to Guam. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1078806839248110542004-03-08T23:33:00.000-05:002004-03-08T23:37:01.373-05:00http://www.funsnap.com/1/bushgirl.swfJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1078118179567545532004-03-01T00:15:00.000-05:002004-03-01T00:19:11.436-05:00Gollum was snubbed. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1078039450894358262004-02-29T02:23:00.000-05:002004-02-29T02:27:01.390-05:00If you're against gay marriage please escort yourself to the bathroom and punch yourself in the groin. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1075582701425890152004-02-01T15:57:00.000-05:002004-02-05T01:44:46.640-05:00"The industry now knows if they're going to create a man's child without his consent, they're going to be spending money to raise his child," -Liza Arrowood, The Associated PressJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1075525700497517262004-01-31T00:07:00.000-05:002004-01-31T00:11:31.046-05:00Recent interview with Senator John Kerry.
Frank: Welcome, Senator Kerry. Thanks for being here.
Kerry: Well, I’m glad you asked that –
F: Wha -
Kerry: - because the truth is Howard Dean DOES have a smaller penis than I do. Just ask Playboy.
F: Good for you, Senator. Now, you won in Iowa. You won in New Hampshire. What does this actually mean?
K: I as the President have an obligation Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1073975357367219792004-01-13T01:27:00.000-05:002004-01-13T01:40:07.500-05:00It's things like this that renew my faith in the internet:
http://homepages.nyu.edu/~amw243/diaries/
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1069448019510654152003-11-21T15:45:00.000-05:002003-11-21T15:54:17.340-05:00U&^*F& ^*^S& (*)& (&*^^&f$ ^A&@$&F @#^(F*@F &F#)* & U_{)C(*#()*&$C&*(#^ (*^A! !!! !! !! !@# @!@*@#* !(#@#*(@()*^* &(^%*B&%^*(&%^' !!!!!!!!
And that is the most censorship you're ever going to get from me. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1067759843627713202003-11-02T02:11:00.000-05:002003-11-02T11:48:07.560-05:00Every block from Spring St. to 22nd was swarming with rowdy New Yorkers last night. Costumed people were practically stealing each other's air. It was nuts. I pushed my way around for an hour before I finally climbed on top of the railing on somebody's street-level cellar door. I shot half a roll from up there. I was eye-to-eye with a guy who rigged himself up to look like a 12-foot hooded Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1066789842921177172003-10-21T22:30:00.000-04:002003-10-22T18:56:06.150-04:00Today I am 19. Stop the press: I have managed not to die for 19 straight years. I deserve large mobs of women following me wherever I go. 'Course, I could get bumped off tomorrow, so nobody go sending me congratulatory cards that say, "Hey! 19 years and still all four limbs! Great work!"
As a Californian I must say that I am totally thrown off by real seasons. Fall feels different than Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1065930893881377952003-10-11T22:54:00.000-04:002003-10-11T23:54:53.290-04:00You can attribute this update to one of Duran's old posts that guilted me into writing recreationally today.
Now, you may be inclined to believe that posting at 11:00 on a Saturday night in New York means that I have nothing better to do. If you didn't believe this, you now suspect it, because I just put the idea into your head. Now kindly let me remove it.
Socially, 11:00 is what you Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1063827788861742082003-09-17T15:40:00.000-04:002003-09-17T15:43:08.416-04:00I have updated the PhotoFrank albums, so check it out if you get a minute. You can find some exploratory pictures of NYU's campus and the area in general. Sorry about the blogless interlude. Things get nutty quick in the college. Before you know it you've forgotten to pee. It's that bad.
Enjoy. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1062448091845420912003-09-01T16:28:00.000-04:002003-09-01T16:28:11.856-04:00Returning from my 5-day blogging hiatus I can honestly say that I have nothing say. But that never stopped Ariana Huffington and it certainly isn't going to stop me.
It is raining. Outside the clouds parteth and poureth water. Eth.
My view is magnificent. Not only can I see a huge building full of windows and the roof of the dining hall, but a children's playground as well. I assume thisJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1061938963622990512003-08-26T19:02:00.000-04:002003-08-26T19:09:03.553-04:00WHOA! Dude, like, college.
What a mind job. Hardly anybody is from New York. One poor guy already earned the nickname "Wisconsin." Poor bastard. He shouldn't of told us about the cows.
Since my computer is not due to arrive until Friday I am working on a lab computer, here, cozily, in Bobst library. It is TALL (the building). Step inside and look up to behold fifteen floors of books.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1061674492452845202003-08-23T17:34:00.000-04:002003-08-23T17:34:52.396-04:00I have arrived. And it's good to be back.
If not for the hawkers selling "I survived the blackout t-shirts" you'd never know it even happened. Since I was not here for the blackout (expletive) I cannot buy one in good conscience. I'll have to settle for an "I missed the blackout t-shirt," which I can get on Canal street.
My session is ending.
Be back soon.
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1061307186415538382003-08-19T11:33:00.000-04:002003-08-19T11:33:06.340-04:00I'm getting on a plane at 12:15. Well, probably closer to 12:00. But the plane starts flying at 12:30, so I say, I cannot tell a lie.
Somebody buy our cars.
Most of my books are being shipped. I cannot part with them. No, not after I've spent years building up my collection. It is coming with me, The Yale Shakespeare, fat ass book that it is, and everything else. Except a few books on Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1061080977290208032003-08-16T20:42:00.000-04:002003-08-17T14:26:05.750-04:00Yesterday I watched Risky Business, a movie I haven’t seen in years, a movie trumped by a certain Los Angeles Times critic as one he’d watch “6000 times.”
My feeble attempts to finish the books on my summer reading list have ended in useless, counterproductive nonsense. Extremely enjoyable. A good romp through a pedestrian mall with a tank on Grand Theft Auto is, essentially, a waste of Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1060972869043216192003-08-15T14:41:00.000-04:002003-08-15T14:55:32.856-04:00New York is still in the dark. City dwellers are pretending that it's a snow day. Notice the clash of light on dark. That symbolizes the duality of the city. Now I'm a real college student.
The very first word (save the headline) of the CNN article about the cause of the blackout is "Princeton." Maybe those brainy blokes, in some loony cranial phenomenon, thought of one thing simultaneouslyJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1060928507440644622003-08-15T02:21:00.000-04:002003-08-15T02:26:14.233-04:00I missed experiencing the largest blackout in US history by a mere ten days. DAMMIT. DAMN. IT. History, the great tease. NYU's homepage is temporarily displaying an announcement that says, in so many words, that students aren’t being murdered in the streets, that security officers are manning all dorms, and that the web site will be up and running as soon as possible. I find all this Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1060300076741678332003-08-07T19:47:00.000-04:002003-08-17T14:23:03.960-04:00I apologize for the stagnant state of this blog. Over the past 17 days I have spent many hours contemplating my next post. What should I write about? What is important? What would other people find engaging?
The answer is nothing – yet. Until I single-handedly wrangle a rhinoceros there is nothing of interest. Although I did spend three days in the Idyllwild wilderness eating canned Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1058732054499727002003-07-20T16:14:00.000-04:002003-07-20T16:16:57.570-04:00Today I am tired. It is Day 3 of my “Get Buff Fast” workout regimen and my muscles no longer function correctly. But it feels good knowing that in four weeks I will look like The Hulk. I will smash cars and concrete at will.
Santa Barbara, California, land of nervous thirty-somethings and many traffic cops, is a grand 152.45 miles from Riverside, California. O, a short distance for the Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1058476974288943212003-07-17T17:22:00.000-04:002003-07-17T17:22:54.226-04:00I don't know what greatness is, either. But I have some hunches. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1058257392272798882003-07-15T04:23:00.000-04:002003-07-15T04:23:12.253-04:00No more. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1057780012952554712003-07-09T15:46:00.000-04:002003-07-09T16:16:09.573-04:00The operation is managed by a crass ex-marine named Randy. Randy has the type of face that you always think you’ve seen before, somewhere, sometime, on some other equally obnoxious person. He wears a baseball cap with the bill titled upward, revealing a high forehead with oily black hair cut to medium length. The black suspenders he wears look as if they might break at any moment. He is Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-1057295253273464232003-07-04T01:07:00.000-04:002003-07-04T01:07:33.280-04:00I bought the collector’s edition Pulp Fiction DVD. If you didn’t already know, Pulp Fiction is indeed the greatest motion picture of all time. Better than a Godfather-Star Wars crossover even. Quentin Tarantino is possibly the most gifted screenwriter alive, maybe even the most gifted screenwriter alive OR dead.
The DVD is loaded with kick-ass extra features, such as the movie soundtrack Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-958100152003-06-18T20:52:00.000-04:002003-06-18T20:55:08.000-04:00This godforsaken town is the only thing standing between me and a life of heroism. Yes, heroism. The life where I get to wear a cape and leap from rooftop to rooftop taunting the evildoers that I am about to vanquish. Yes. A life where I, Frank, rule the nights of Riverside and San Bernardino counties, fighting justice in the name of people who get pissed off when somebody cuts in line and Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-956812712003-06-15T03:45:00.000-04:002003-06-15T03:45:17.493-04:00The answers are hidden in plant life. Of that I am sure. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-956458982003-06-13T19:42:00.000-04:002003-06-13T19:42:27.423-04:00Living is only complicated when you consider your context. A broad perspective on life leads to unhappiness, idleness and general feelings of hopelessness. It is the knowledge that unsettles. Like everyone else I’ll be the most wise just before I die. That could be tomorrow. Or in five minutes. Or eighty years from now. I could be killed in a car crash. I could be shot dead in a bank Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-953362262003-06-05T13:59:00.000-04:002003-06-05T13:59:23.400-04:00It is third period. Just minutes ago I picked up my cap and gown (a day late) and checked out of Mr. Santoyo’s physics class.
Above this computer is the “Wall of Mass Stupidity,” a public forum of humiliation in which North Star staff members post the embarrassingly stupid things their esteemed colleagues say. For example:
Niraj: Ms. Rossi, can you possessify this word?
And again:
Scott: Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-948757122003-05-25T20:15:00.000-04:002003-05-26T19:17:15.000-04:00I just saw an add for Valedictorian speeches (three per pack!). Somebody is selling PREWRITTEN commencement speeches, targeting Valedictorians who are either too lazy or too boring to write a good speech.
I rest my case. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-948687512003-05-25T15:37:00.000-04:002003-05-25T15:37:35.653-04:00Peeing rock. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-935068282003-04-29T23:04:00.000-04:002003-04-29T23:05:21.000-04:00Senior exhibition is a good experience. It teaches us that one can slack off for a month then scrape a presentation together the night before and still get a nearly perfect score. Doing it the night before is what cost me my perfect score. Frankly, one point is a small price to pay for the time I spent reading, working out and relaxing.
Seniors don’t get BBQ. False advertisement.
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-933833662003-04-28T02:02:00.000-04:002003-04-29T22:50:34.000-04:00"The cool water quenched my thirst like a whole packet of Quench gum."Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-930175992003-04-21T21:49:00.000-04:002003-04-21T21:49:45.186-04:00My Adam’s apple is gross. I can feel it in there. It feels like some hard stuff shaped like an upside-down nose. It's disgusting - but I can't help but touch it. Writing about it certainly doesn't help. The more I think about my Adam’s apple the more I want to squeeze it.
Most body parts are weird if you look at them long enough. Especially the foot.
What's the deal with all this Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-927476602003-04-16T20:44:00.000-04:002003-04-16T20:44:33.420-04:00The last thing I think about in calculus class is calculus. Today, for example, I pondered how things work in pen factories where those clever bastards at Uniball make my most favorite pen ever. I also devised a way to hide secret messages in my calculator.
Speaking of calculus, if I fail it NYU will take retract their offer of admission. Damn it.
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-926827192003-04-15T20:21:00.000-04:002003-04-15T20:21:39.123-04:00I was on a train for over thirty hours. There were drunks. There were smokers. Luckily the drinkers who smoked could only drink because I really hate the smell of cigarette smoke. It makes me want to vomit all over their shoes and then give a lecture.
Sadly the drinkers still drank. Especially this skinny old man who was constantly walking up and down the aisles. He drank to help with Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-916819282003-03-30T22:09:00.000-05:002003-03-30T22:09:17.686-05:00Jon, Mike and I met this Saturday. We have a basic plot, premise and idea of how this will be made. What we really need is actors - lot of actors - who are willing to down and dirty with the filmaking. There will be no trailers, lunch carts or make-up crews. If you're lucky there will be M&Ms. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-910457042003-03-20T02:30:00.000-05:002003-03-20T02:30:18.733-05:00Jon and I currently working on a script. We decided upon the basic premise (which is pretty much the same as my cousin and I originally came up with) and brainstormed some ideas. It's obvious that there are plenty of people willing to work on this project. That's really great and I thank everyone who showed some interest. However, it would be unfair to let you come in on this without a fair Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-906198812003-03-12T20:04:00.000-05:002003-03-12T20:04:50.530-05:00Turns out a number of people are interested in making some kind of short film. That's a start. If you are not one of those people, you might as well skip this paragraph. If you are, pay attention. Mike: Do you have any scripts? And what kind of equipment do you have access to? Ashley: I'm assuming you are interested in acting, am I right? My cousin John is definitely in. Jon Allen (if he Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-905705792003-03-12T00:50:00.000-05:002003-03-12T00:50:06.123-05:00Chickens in a coop
As the chickens cluck
From hut to hut
They smile 'cause they know
Someday soon they'll lack the head
To wander to and fro Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-905029692003-03-11T00:01:00.000-05:002003-03-11T00:01:45.436-05:00I have a total of five blogs. The only one I update regularly is this one; because this is the main blog. The other blogs are neglected little bitch blogs. Except http://www.wehatewomen.blogspot.com/. That blog is good. But mostly when Dong posts.
You are thinking to yourself, "Gee, I wonder if Frank is hinting at his desire to have somebody read his many other blogs." Well, gee whiz, Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-904331682003-03-09T22:19:00.000-05:002003-03-09T22:19:41.560-05:00I’m bored out of my God Damn mind.
Something should happen. Anything. Let something happen, even it’s moderately bad (I don’t want anybody to die for the sake of my entertainment).
Waiting.
No mugging. No invading Mexican army. No visitors from other worlds. And not even ONE of my neighbors is spying for China. Where is the adventure? The excitement?
Movies are uninspiring. TV is Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-900919382003-03-03T23:20:00.000-05:002003-03-03T23:20:41.390-05:00There’s a donut shop in the Canyon Crest Towne center that I like. It’s always clean, always warm and always full of 80-year-old men talking about the good old days. Don’t ask me the name. I never look.
I don’t go in there often, so I’m not a “regular” like the rest. But I can’t be, not if I want to go in there and sit unnoticed. If everybody knew who I was they would come up and say, “Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-900253282003-03-02T21:12:00.000-05:002003-03-02T21:14:09.000-05:00The Daily Blitz
Yesterday was the first day of paintball practice. I look like an LAPD file photo.
March issue of GQ just arrived. How I love being outclassed by a magazine.
Speaking of magazines, here are some I like:
The Atlantic Monthly
GQ
Time
Scientific American
Popular Science
National Geographic
Aperture
Entertainment Weekly
Looking at the list I realize that I have something ofJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-896932312003-02-25T00:14:00.000-05:002003-02-25T00:14:57.763-05:00Just when I thought I had this whole blog thing figured out everybody goes and throws off my numbers. Using my trusty Yinga counter I had deduced that the frequency of hits has almost everything to do with the consistency of posts. The more regular the updates the more regular readers come to the blog. Simple, right? But, lo, the stats suddenly jumped between yesterday and today. My Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-891037932003-02-14T13:29:00.000-05:002003-02-14T13:46:21.000-05:00Goddamn Valentine's Day. What's so great about it?? NOTHING. GAH. Anyone who likes this day should be slapped with a giant salami.
Sean and I are playing in a national paintball tournament next month. Our team is practicing every Saturday in March to get into prime ass-kicking condition. I'm looking for a good name for the team, something that strikes fear into the hearts of our opponents.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-888783862003-02-10T18:45:00.000-05:002003-02-10T18:48:18.000-05:00Headline News:
The CU2 Student Film extravaganza is on now. You can enter your films and/or scripts to be reviewed by a panel of industry professionals (probably not celebrities, so don’t get your hopes up).
It looks promising. I don’t know if anybody has completed scripts and/or films ready for entry (the deadline is February 15, so it pretty much has to be in the can), but this could be aJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-887873142003-02-09T01:01:00.000-05:002003-02-09T01:01:55.160-05:00Guilty Parties not only plays funk music, but walks the funky walk, too.
They do things like wear women’s sunglasses with fatigues, or shoes with pink stripes. No, they are not gay. They are funky.
They yell at each other and spill coffee all over my notepad playing catch-the-creamer at IHOP. One has a house the size of Angola – with a lighted tennis court, pool, and many other cool Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-887314832003-02-07T18:53:00.000-05:002003-02-07T18:53:41.203-05:00The weekend. A time when I do as I please. I cherish these unstructured days.
I loathe the punch-clock high school atmosphere. I hate passing period. I hate “lunch time.” Lunch should end when I’m done eating, damn it. We get forty minutes to get from class to line to a sitting spot. Given that the average lunch line takes 15 minutes that leaves only 20 minutes to eat. Not enough timeJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-885669362003-02-04T21:57:00.000-05:002003-02-04T22:06:40.000-05:00Confessions of a Guy Who Likes Film and Dark Stuff… ::sniff:: what the hell is that smell?
Over the weekend I gorged myself on film. I saw Confessions of a Dangerous Mind as well as several films at the Riverside International Film Festival (to which I was given an official press pass, suckers). Sure Confessions of a Dangerous Mind was good – but it wasn’t groundbreaking. Not to shabby for a Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-882375122003-01-29T19:44:00.000-05:002003-01-29T19:44:26.580-05:00FLASH TO:
INT. F. SCOTT FITZGERALD HIGH SCHOOL – DAY
Both Harold and Issac sit in the back row in MRS. KRIEGER’S class. The room is dilapidated – dirty walls, out-dated equipment, and poor lighting. The students are attentive yet uninterested.
MRS. KRIGER
Next is… HaroldJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-880175332003-01-25T15:50:00.000-05:002003-01-25T17:39:16.000-05:00Tomahawk has been cutting my hair since the 5th grade. For the most part, it’s been a good relationship: I sit down, he cuts, I give him money. Simple. However, in my youth I was unable to perceive Tom’s loathsome attitude towards his job: he hates to cut hair.
You may ask, “So why keep going?” The answer is practicality: he does a good job. It’s pretty damned ironic that the only Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-877525402003-01-20T18:45:00.000-05:002003-01-20T18:45:42.810-05:00The first scene of Narc is disturbing. By the time it was over I was squished down into my seat with my hand pushed against my face, wincing like Adriana watching a kung fu eye-gouge. Combined with bizarre violence (that involves drug use ::shudder::) I wanted to throw-up or at least punch something.
I left the theater feeling cheated. When it ends you’re left thinking, “What the hell? Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-874030122003-01-14T00:42:00.000-05:002003-01-14T00:42:04.510-05:00Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. Rent it. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-871859582003-01-09T17:26:00.000-05:002003-01-09T17:31:22.000-05:00Here there was a very angry post. Had you been reading my blog at 2:30 p.m. you would have seen it. It was full of awful and vulgar rants directed at almost everybody I know, and everybody I don't. I pulled it down out of respect for your virgin ears, which could not handle such offensive utterances. Let me give you a metapho', "Dat pos' made Duran's blog look peeeeeGEE.. MMMHMM!" Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-868387792003-01-02T14:08:00.000-05:002003-01-02T14:08:59.900-05:00Historical Figure of the Day
Orson Welles (1915-1985)
What enormous talent and boisterous character. Stuff to his credit: War of the Worlds (a radio broadcast that caused some to panic, thinking aliens from Mars had actually invaded earth), Citizen Kane (which he co-wrote, directed and starred in), and The Third Man (he starred). Most agree that the Shakespeare/theater/radio loving Welles’ Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-867899032003-01-01T12:23:00.000-05:002003-01-01T12:23:51.433-05:00Citizen Kane rocked my world. If you’re looking for something to ponder – rent it, buy it, borrow it. Just get your hands on Citizen Kane.
While I can’t say that it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, it certainly impressed the hell out of me. I know not more groundbreaking cinematography. To this day, the skill and ingenuity (deep focus, symbolic composition) have not been duplicatedJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-867056022002-12-30T13:19:00.000-05:002002-12-30T22:42:16.000-05:00The Recent Movies I Saw and Felt Like Talking About but Don’t Have Time To List
Bowling for Columbine: 9
Budget, smudget.
Catch Me if You Can: 9
I laughed. I cried. I puzzled.
Gangs of New York: 8
I expected better.
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers: 7
ZOOM OUT.
The Ring: 6
Predictable.
Drumline: 5
I wish I was a black drum prodigy.
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-864102662002-12-22T18:08:00.000-05:002002-12-22T18:10:17.000-05:00I have two words for Andrew Lesnie: zoom out. The excessive, exaggerated close-ups that filled almost every frame of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers caused my eyes to invert themselves in my head.
Thankfully Adriana was there to inquire periodically about what was happening. Drawing from my extensive (this is a complete lie) knowledge of the trilogy I kindly explained why so and so wasJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-854483482002-12-03T17:37:00.000-05:002002-12-06T00:30:14.000-05:00If I wanted a catchy lede for a review of the latest James Bond flick Die Another Day I would open with “Die already.” But, sadly, I liked the damn movie.
Owing to my guilty love for superficial action movies overloaded with killing and casual sex, I am pleased. There’s just something special about a guy who uses the parachute and canopy from his stolen rocket car to windsurf the icy Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-851434142002-11-26T22:46:00.000-05:002002-12-03T17:35:23.000-05:00I have not read a single Harry Potter book. I have nothing against the genre, the series or J.K. Rowling. I’ll admit that I’m puzzled as to why I cannot finish involve myself in the novels. After all, there must be some merit behind its success.
After seeing the first movie I lost any desire to read the first book. After the second movie I lost any desire to read the second book. What Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-843434282002-11-10T22:41:00.000-05:002002-11-10T22:42:08.000-05:00
My Favorite Movies of All Time
The Godfather
The Godfather: Part II
Snatch
Forrest Gump
Saving Private Ryan
Fight Club
American Graffiti
The Sandlot
The Matrix
Braveheart
The Graduate
12 Angry Men
The Lord of the Rings
The Empire Strikes Back
The Return of the Jedi
A New Hope
The Man Who Knew Too Little
Black Hawk Down
Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc
The Graduate
The Maltese FalconJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-843247372002-11-10T14:25:00.000-05:002002-11-10T14:25:26.836-05:00I believe I shall kill this blog. It bores me. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-841023342002-11-06T00:59:00.000-05:002002-11-06T00:59:04.600-05:00It will take some time to recover this blog's former notoriety. Adriana accurately described its current state as "comatose." Here’s something to start, a fact I learned just minutes ago. At the battle of Austerlitz, as 2000 enemy troops attempted to flee across a large frozen lake, Napoleon ordered his artillery to fire at the ice. The bombardment shattered the surface beneath their feet andJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-838621542002-11-01T01:07:00.000-05:002002-11-01T01:07:31.720-05:00There will not be any updates for awhile. The SAT is on Saturday and I am doomed. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-836446322002-10-27T23:37:00.000-05:002002-10-27T23:37:18.136-05:00I have decided to change my blog. The web address will remain, the name will remain, the comments will remain – the ridiculous posts and bickering will not. So, let this squabbling end. No more “blog warring.” What we now have is a forum for discussion. Can’t we discuss something else? Film, photography, music, art, literature… anything other than ourselves. I am open to suggestions. Use the Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-835020452002-10-25T03:12:00.000-04:002002-10-25T03:12:31.150-04:00
“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”
-Martin Luther King Jr.
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-833377702002-10-22T01:25:00.000-04:002002-10-22T01:25:07.553-04:00Surely you must all be sick of reading the Adventures of Sean and Frank. ::resounding "hell yes!":: I too tire of reading the same old blog and the same old comments. It would be more interesting to read my own blog if people would place more interesting comments. Unfortunately I've mostly receiveved dry, uninspiring messages that wouldn't entertain a dyslexic alpaca. Perhaps this "Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-832076852002-10-19T04:50:00.000-04:002002-10-19T05:34:15.000-04:00Sean and I returned from the football game feeling that the night had not yet fulfilled itself (if any of you bitches think of any sick ways to interpret that statement, go impale yourself on a rusty nail). In no way was any male contraception used ::inside joke:: Perhaps we were encouraged to go do dumb things by the cop who stopped us at RCC. We had stopped to change the CD's in Sean's truckJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831910752002-10-18T19:09:00.000-04:002002-10-18T19:10:31.000-04:00Where are you applying to college? I'm curious. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831390242002-10-17T18:37:00.000-04:002002-10-17T18:37:00.100-04:00I see that none of you have commented on my cool quiz results. See if I care!!! And damn you Scott for ditching all of us to go to your exclusive Mock Trial luncheon. I guess we're not good enough for you anymore. Wait... nevermind... Scott just asked me to be baliff, whatever the hell that is. It'd be really cool if they gave me a flame-thrower. There would always be order in the court if Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831056622002-10-17T02:40:00.000-04:002002-10-17T02:40:24.620-04:00 Which ArchAngel are you most like? brought to you by Quizilla
sorry... I'm quiz happy tonight...
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831042472002-10-17T01:53:00.000-04:002002-10-17T01:53:21.643-04:00 what kind of poetry are you? brought to you by Quizilla
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831040942002-10-17T01:48:00.000-04:002002-10-17T01:48:30.293-04:00 What Is Your True Aura Colour? brought to you by Quizilla
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-831005312002-10-17T00:14:00.000-04:002002-10-17T00:16:54.000-04:00CNN is saying something about Iraq attacking Israel. I don’t know the details, but I do know that it would legitimize Bush’s war hawking. Yes, I know that he already has a green light from Congress. But this would give him a good reason to kick the camel boogers out of Iraq – and make gas cheaper. What could dear old Saddam be thinking?
Mock Trial is cool. Good job Mock Trial (for being Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-830474412002-10-16T00:11:00.000-04:002002-10-16T15:56:16.000-04:00So I didn't blog yesterday. If this completely and utterly ruined your day, well, you need a life.
Would somebody tell me why the hell I didn't join Mock Trial my freshman year? Dammit. I could have been good by now, but instead I'm a senior and have absolutely no idea what to say or do, nor the time to learn. This must be what it's like to be old, minus the wisdom. You spend all your Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-829289522002-10-13T14:58:00.000-04:002002-10-13T15:41:27.000-04:00The car wash is closed. Why the eff do they close on Sundays? This isn't Massachusetts, dammit. I demand service! I want my authentic Mexican hand wash and I want it now! ::brood:: Stupid car wash.
Do not go see The Transporter. Poor Jason Stratham was cast into an anime come to life. ::convulsions:: It was utter crap. Full of senseless, random violence, strange detail shots, and Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-828745032002-10-12T01:23:00.000-04:002002-10-12T01:23:11.356-04:00 Are you a lover or a fighter? brought to you by QuizillaJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-828641302002-10-11T19:54:00.000-04:002002-10-11T19:57:05.000-04:00By default, I have a car. My parents bought a beautiful Ford F150. A big white one. So, I am now driving our Nissan Frontier. It's manual... I'm getting better. Hardly any jumpiness. LOL... I remember when Duran was learning. That was pretty funny. You remember that??? Huh, Duran???
The homecoming parade was really damn stupid. For entertainment's sake I wrapped the Spanish Honor Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-827788582002-10-10T01:52:00.000-04:002002-10-10T01:52:24.690-04:00P.S. I pulled an apron out of my pants. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-827684722002-10-09T21:32:00.000-04:002002-10-10T01:54:04.000-04:00Scott, your mom is cool. She drove us all the way to LA then bought us dinner.
The ride to LA was really weird. I'm sure Adriana, Scott, and Mumu were quite sick of me by the end. I debuted new animal noises, imitated Hannibal Lector and improvised a song called "Born in the USSR." It went something like this:
Born in the USSR
Over of big glass of Vodka by a Romanian whore...
Those are Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-827084332002-10-08T17:57:00.000-04:002002-10-08T17:57:07.300-04:00I just showed little Rita how to blog. The little dumb ass. She didn't even know what tumultuous means. But she plays the tambourine on her butt. Go Rita! Play that ass-tambourine. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-826761732002-10-08T01:50:00.000-04:002002-10-08T01:50:51.766-04:00Note: do not ever purchase Pepsi Blue. It tastes of cherry flavored vomit.
~
Last night I was awakened by car horns. I dragged my hungry ass out of bed to observe two idling police cars sitting in front of our neighbor's house. I was mesmerized by what I assumed was some type of radar glowing green. A little green Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-826006052002-10-06T14:42:00.000-04:002002-10-06T14:42:58.360-04:00What the hell is up with the weather? Just last week the temperature was perfect. Now it's miserable God damn summertime 90 degrees. Someone should be punched in the crotch for this. How about you? Go punch yourself in the crotch. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-826003112002-10-06T14:34:00.000-04:002002-10-06T14:34:24.070-04:00Not a single person nominated by newspaper was a finalist. What's wrong with people? Don't they know that our candidates deserved it more?
Sean pulled a u-turn on Van Buren in the middle of the street. Almost ran us into a ditch. This was after we pulled into Jack-in-the-Box and asked for three pounds of crack. Which was after we picked up his little brother up from the Concourse bowling Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-825786572002-10-05T23:04:00.000-04:002002-10-05T23:04:09.820-04:00Since Scott's blog is dead, I take it upon myself to do a farewell rating:
Scott: -4927 for deleting his blog.
Adriana: 9
Mumu: 9 for not becoming wrapped up in this pathetic blog drama
People who are offended by blogs: 1
Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-825697762002-10-05T17:55:00.000-04:002002-10-05T17:55:14.713-04:00There's a kick ass car show going on right now down at UCR. I advise anyone who reads this to check it out. It lasts till tomorrow evening. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-825694612002-10-05T17:44:00.000-04:002002-10-05T17:44:20.890-04:00I have nothing to say. If you crave entertainment, go practive digging holes. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-825330122002-10-04T17:29:00.000-04:002002-10-04T17:29:10.730-04:00LOL... looks like this blog thing has gotten a little out of hand. I'm not ashamed to say that the whole thing is thoroughly entertaining. Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-825329772002-10-04T17:28:00.000-04:002002-10-04T17:29:59.000-04:00NOTE: the Adriana comment was not written by me - it was written by Adriana. I temporarily gave her my password so she could help me edit my blog. I left it up because it's funny and the comments are funny. If you are not amused, it's because you're an oversensitive, pompous jerk. High school is almost over. Breathe in, breathe out.
To all who comment anonymously: you're a coward.
To allJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-824017452002-10-02T00:49:00.000-04:002002-10-02T00:49:59.996-04:00Should the day come that Tabitha orders a salad-based meal, I will start being nice to people (like that will ever happen!). Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-823494782002-10-01T00:36:00.000-04:002002-10-10T18:10:28.000-04:00People I don't loath
1. The CEO of whatever company owns the Cold Stone ice cream parlors
2. Natalie Portman
3. Lord Nelson
4. Sir Richard Burton
5. Sean
6. Toad
7. Cliff
8. Adriana
9. Alexander the Great
10. Scott
11. Napoleon
12. Mumu
13. World War II veterans (who didn't rape people)
14. Right handed people
15. Some left handed people
16. Duran
17. Ray
18. Niraj
19. The cab driver who drove Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-823489422002-10-01T00:22:00.000-04:002002-10-04T17:17:33.000-04:00People I loath
1. All people in the lunch line
2. Everybody outside of the lunchline (including you)
3. People who slurp their cereal
4. Yasser Aarafat
5. Jay
6. People who say "tight"
7. MC Hammer
8. People who laugh a their own jokes
9. Whoever is commenting as George W. Bush on Scott's blog
10. People who live in Amsterdam (the island)
11. Kelli Osbourne
12. Carrot Top
13. Paul Rodriguez
14Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809579.post-822769372002-09-29T14:30:00.000-04:002002-09-29T14:30:10.470-04:00Yesterday was Brian’s birthday party. Harold brought a movie that I will never forget. It features MC Hammer “surpassing his role as mere rap-master”. He returns to his home of Oakland, California to battle AK-47 toting, child-murdering drug dealers. If anyone is wondering why MC Hammer is broke just rent the movie. It’s called “Please Hammer don’t hurt ‘em”, starring, written by and Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06641842712247490662noreply@blogger.com0