Dude. I cannot make it without C & J. I admit it. I am addicted, and I do NOT want rehab.
So, fuck it. I'm thoroughly unprepared, but I'll post my OWN damn C&J doppelganger.
Mrs. Pastor just posted HER version. I have no wish to compete. Should I delete?
CHEERS to
Mr. and Mrs. Smith. TERRIFIC. WONDERFUL. FABULOUS. Let me put it this way -- I saw the 1:30pm show on Friday -- PACKED theatre, all grown-ups. After two hours of nearly nonstop laughter... this theatre full of jaded Los Angeles adults...
applauded. Need I say more?
JEERS to all that bullshit gossip. Frankly, except for a muted curiousity brought on by... all the bullshit gossip... I really couldn't give a SHIT about whether or not Brad and Angelina had/are having an affair. The only thing that matters to ME (and, let's face it, most people, regardless of how many gossip rags they drool over) is that they fucking kicked ASS in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Both of them ROCKED, man.
Not to mention, jesus, I can't decide who I'd fuck first.
CHEERS to movies. It is no coincidence that the film industry was one of the only rock solid industries during the Great Depression. No matter what kind of bullshit is going on in the world (or in our own lives of quiet desperation), we can always escape for a few hours of pure entertainment. And if we're really lucky, we can walk away from a film with a better feeling about the world and our lives, fucked up though they may be. Everything's ephemeral, you know -- might as well enjoy SOME of it. Can't get to the theatre? Go rent In Good Company. Only a Scrooge of the highest order would fail to enjoy that little masterpiece.
JEERS to man's inhumanity to man, to those who rob and rape and maim and kill because they are afraid. I bought the DVD of Hotel Rwanda; I figured it's the least I could do to thank the filmmakers and encourage more fillms about the things we don't want to see.
But... I don't want to see it. I can't bring myself to watch. I know what happened in Rwanda. I know the hero of the movie brings us a Schindleresque "love among the ruins" ray of hope - but I can't stop crying when I read about Rwanda. I guess I'm afraid if I watch it, I'll never stop crying.
Sometimes I envy sociopaths their total lack of empathy. And I wonder... for every sociopath out there devoid of empathy, is there someone who holds twice their share? Because it feels like I may be one of those human repositories, just overflowing with too much of it for one person to bear. I can't let myself think about it, the evil that men do. I see a photo of a bleeding child in Iraq, a mother screaming... and the tears just keep on coming.
No one can live like this, can they? But they do. What kind of spiritual fortitude it must take to be a journalist in those awful places, doing your duty and recording the horrors so maybe someone in the "real world" will see the pictures and, goddamnit, DO SOMETHING. But what can I do? What can we do about Sudan?
It's no accident and no indicator of heartlessness when another diary about Sudan sinks with less thana dozen comments - my god, what is there to say? Our helplessness in the face of all this suffering... it's crippling. Oh, jesus, jesus, what are they DOING?
Shit. I blew it. I can't delete this, it's the truth. But gaaaah - in C & J??? Talk about ruining the cocktail party with blood all over the rug... Fuck it. I'm sorry. This Jeer stays.
CHEERS to Bill Hicks:
1961 - 1994
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride..."
And we... kill those people.
"Shut [them] up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut [them] up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real."
Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok:
Jesus -- murdered; Martin Luther King -- murdered; Malcolm X -- murdered; Gandhi -- murdered; John Lennon -- murdered... Reagan...
wounded.
But it doesn't matter, because... It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off.
The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
And finally...
CHEERS to reasons for living