Oy Vey.

This weekend was so freaking packed with ridiculous shit, I can't even believe it. I went down to Denver to chill -- Friday, we went to this amazing new bar. The best (and worst) part about it was that it was just like being in Fort Collins. It was so nice to walk into a place and feel comfortable instead of feeling like I needed 4 less layers of clothing. Saturday was shaping up to be amazing, but then, um, my friend Diana got hit by a car. The person that was driving was probably drunk, accelerated, couldn't brake, and she couldn't cross the street fast enough. The car hit her side, made her cartwheel in the air, and she landed on her face. She's alright now, had to go by ambulance to a hospital and we were there till 6am. She lost halves of a few teeth, and has a huge gash on her very broken nose, but she wasn't seriously hurt. Thank god.

Oh, on Thursday I randomly got my Tragus pierced. Don't know what that is? It's the flappy part of your ear that is attached to your head, by your cheek. I got it done for free in exchange for letting my step-sister's friend practice, because she's apprenticing at a tattoo/piercing place. It barely even hurt, and now I have a sweet little diamond stud there. Woot.

Who out of you knew that Quentin Tarantino got his start on the Golden Girls? Yep, sure enough, he was cast as an Elvis impersonator... just goes to show you that everyone has to start somewhere. Apparently he was able to be more choosy with his roles because of it; every month he would get a check for a few hundred dollars, which was a lot for an aspiring director in Hollywood. I've always liked Tarantino's movies, even though I always preface my approval with the judgement that they're mostly knockoffs, erm, homages to movies that have already been done. That's one thing that he does well; he takes something good and manipulates it into something even better. Kill Bill is still one of my favorite movies, because the dialogue, fight scenes, and general imagery are seriously awesome.



I got sweet black-rimmed glasses today; my hipster transformation is underway. I haven't decided yet if that's a good thing.

If you're a dedicated reader of Good Bloggie, you may be aware of my like and/or dislike of zombie movies. My obsession with them started as a reaction to these long, terrifying dreams I was having. In these dreams, I was being chased by the bloodthirsty undead, and was never able to get away -- all I could do was hide. Strangely enough, they got more and more sporadic when I finally fought back (with the help of George W. Bush and a pasta strainer). Anyways, I started watching as many zombie movies as I could bare in order to sort of flush my fear of them out of my head -- I figured I would numb myself to them and I wouldn't be afraid anymore. It didn't really work, but I gained a great appreciation for the genre, despite my general hated of all things "horror". I was reading something today and it referenced George Romero -- director of the original zombie movie Night of the Living Dead. Apparently, he's got a new movie in the works. From Wikipedia:

The film will be the fifth film in Romero's "dead series". However, in "an attempt to re-establish a lucrative franchise," the film will, technically and philosophically, be a reboot, "a rejigging of the myth [sic]" says Romero. Even though the fourth film, Land of the Dead, was studio-produced through Universal Studios, Diary of the Dead was produced by Romero-Grunwald Productions, formed by Romero and his producer friend Peter Grunwald, with Artfire Films.

The plot will be about " group of film students that are making an independent mummy horror film when they become trapped in a world being consumed by flesh-eating zombies. They then turn their attention toward making the film into a documentary on their real life horror experience."

I don't know how many of you saw 28 Weeks Later, or its predecessor, 28 Days Later. The sequel was absoloute shit. I mean that. It took away from the original "what the fuck is out there" feeling by sort of humanizing the "infected" individuals, thus making them something entirely different than what they are -- brainless, hungry creatures that are really fucking fast. Apparently a third movie is in the works, and is being directed by "Weeks" director Danny Boyle. This is not good news. The original directing was so good, and the concept was promising, putting a spin on an old idea. So yeah, in 2009, don't see it. Well, unless I tell you to.

I have been following a particularly maddening and depressing story lately, one that explores the relationships that people form with complete strangers over the internet. It is about a 13-year old girl named Megan Meier, who killed herself after being abruptly dismissed by a boy she met on MySpace. The boy, it turns out, didn't even exist, and ended up being the creation of an ex-friend's mother, who was trying to figure out why Megan was fighting with her daughter. There was nothing her parents could do -- laws that prosecute internet bullies barely exist. Here's a video from CNN if you want to watch it. This is the kind of thing that freaks me out; occasionally I wonder who, exactly, is reading this blog, and what they do with the information. So, um, if you're a creep, fuck off. Yeah.

There was a movie that was screened at Sundance this year, called Teeth. It's a film about a woman with "female dentata"... teeth, erm, down there. It's just being released in New York and L.A., and will see a wider release next month. Would you go see it? I mean, how bizarre is that concept? I guess it got its start as a "warning" for men not to have sex with strange women. But damn. Here's the trailer -- oh, and by the way, it's being billed as a horror/comedy movie. I don't like, hate men or anything.

Haha, god damnit YouTube:

Tochin (2 hours ago)
"so when she's douching...is she really brushin her teef at the same time?"

Side note, I was watching a documentary on The History Channel about Adolf Hitler and his secret diseases; apparently he was addicted to a medicine that contained (among other things) a form of Meth, and was suffering from the effects of Syphilis (which was shutting down his nervous sytem over time). Kind of interesting in hindsight.

Well, this has been a sufficiently random and bizarre post. I'm going to bed. Night!