By Gar! Eet ees JULES ET JIM

First off, a very happy birthday to Jay!

( 'After You Die...' Meme )

I think these people are mistaking purgatory for limbo. Purgatory is Heaven's waiting room, just with a lot more, y'know, painful sin-cleansing while you wait.

Woke up at 4 AM today and decided to watch Harold Lloyd's THE FRESHMAN. Well, it's true, he's not Chaplin or Keaton, but he's still fucking brilliant. Also, this movie had the best silent movie title cards EVER. "Harold arrived at Tate, a large football stadium with a college attatched." So much brilliance, in a very "Gee willickers, fellows, I must say!" kind of way.

A couple days ago I watched Truffaut's legendary film JULES ET JIM. Anyone else see this one? And if you have, can you maybe guess why I have only just recently decided to check it out? See if you can guess, it's fun!

I think I liked JULES ET JIM, but I'm not sure. I mean, it really wanted to be a novel more than a film at times. For a "New Wave" art film, I was surprised by how fast-paced MTV Baz Luhrmann short-attention-span-theatre it was. I would think the French would have hated it. Then again, you have interactions like this:

CATHERINE: I 'ave been read-eeng a book where ze au-sor sez zat ve all come from zee Earth and ve are all bee-eeng pulled ever downvard back to eet.
JULES: Zut alors! And 'ow does 'ee explain zis?
CATHERINE: I shall nevah tell you.
JULES: Zen I shall ask you again every single year on your birthday.
CATHERINE: By Gar!
JIM: I love-a you guys.

jumping on someone else's bandwagon

Now, I'm not one to go on a political rant or nothing, but I gotta say this. Fucking Bush. Y'see, this...? This short-sighted right-wing ignorance is just going to cause more pain and suffering. If Bush has his way, it'll be just like it used to, with people having shady back-alley operations by people like this:



People! I urge you to write to your congressman and tell him: "What is the law? NO SPILL BLOOD!" Because who makes the rules? Someone else! The rules are written in the stone, break the rules and you get no bones, all you get is ridicule, laughter and a trip to the House of Pain!

Seriously, our country's been going to hell in a handbasket, and until the revolution comes all I seem to be able to do is vote and joke.