& now... we shall dangle Sincerity off a cliff.

The following post is fucking confused and probably confusing.

Last few months, I've been letting simmer thoughts about, um, Sincerity. I incidentally became obsessed with Nine Inch Nails around the time I joined Facebook. Trent seems to be all about sincerity, and on Facebook I wrote shit that my classmates (Facebook allies) had no previous idea of, which might change their perception of me (as if the risk of their reading + giving a shit + minding is great...) and kiiiiiiill them with shock. I'm not saying I have become a clear blue, table-dancing Goblet of Sincerity. Just simmering going on, mostly. Minor experiments, maybe.

There was once a lovely, unfindable TV series called Once a thief.

Once a thief char: "Wow... Honesty is... refreshing!"

The sensation of...
a) exposing myself to pieces of perceived reality from which I would normally shy away for simplicity's sake... (Trent has spoken of watching certain movies "to be disturbed"...)
b) speaking my mind where once I would have shut up for reasons of immediate comfort... (Trent never let the label have their way with him...)
...resembles that of letting a train or ocean wave hit me. :q

When I think of a) here I think mostly of visual media, because I am not so intensely brainwashed that I wish to... uh, do anything about my arachnophobia, go to war, look people in the eyes or listen to them eating bananas. Some phenomena in front of which I could throw myself:

-E.T.! Aye! Hard to watch. E.T. represents all that is innocent, oppressed and abused. XC
-The alternative version of the Into the void video by Nine Inch Nails. :D
-The shining. Maybe I should quit running for tea every time the rotting woman comes on.
-Earthlings. Not that I need motivation, not that it's a feel-good docu, but I have decided to watch this some time soon. Just so you don't have to wonder... in case you wake up without a universe one day.
-Negative environmental news
-Bush speeches

Enough exposure to heavy shit such as the above might result in, I dunno, being swept off my feet? Panic attacks? Nothing? Shrinkological defense walls going BOINGGGGGGG? Walls crumbling?

:) :( Could be interesting, or not.

On to b).

Once a thief again.
Mac: "'Victor, Victor...' What do you SEE in that guy?"
Li Ann: "He's... honest."
Mac: "That is SO overrated."
Li Ann: "Yeah. All my life I've lived in a world where honesty was for idiots. And being with Victor is like... being in daylight for the first time."

Awwww. Ohhhh. Well. Spring sun picnics are nice. But I do love me shades and me baseball cap and my night-coloured garments.

SOME reasons why one I "can't" be constantly sincere (well, I could try, one always has a choice, just that one alternative is sometimes death and/or eternal shame):

-It might be defamation
-It might be abetment
-That's not how brainwashing works (and that's just too bad because my marketing book is not an amazing pageturner). Hehe, saying "that's not how X works" sounds like you know yer stuff well, no closer explanations needed. :D
-It might be a fucking long story where it would not help to start with "I know what this looks like, but..." because people still get mentally blocked and hysterical and shake their pitchforks and cannot be bothered to read the 4 pages of philosophy that could explain all perfectly and why would they risk wasting their time since everyone thinks they should read up on Everyone's respective philosophies
-I may not have thought things through (not being the finest, smartest and most logical of philosophers). History shows I can *gasp* change my little mind. You know it's better to shut up and let people believe you're an idiot, than to -
-I am so severely media-damaged, Jante-ridden, philosophy-bombed, clueless of who I am, data-missing, detail-fixated, unsure of WTF "who" means, and prejudiced that I cannot be sure if some opinions are really mine, or optimal for me, or utilitaristically correct WTF I THINK.
-Obviously the issue may not be important anyway

Magazine: "What do you do for a living?"
Trent: "Peel back the skin and show people what's underneath."

(Nine Inch Nails-Induced Terminator Flashback #2.) Loads of skin-peeling going on. And what's underneath? I spy a rather nice strong shiny metal endoskeleton, at the end of the day. If I, on the other hand, were to peel off too much of my skin -

Planet of shit... Facebook closes down in horror... :B

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The shrinkological defense walls. I wonder if mine are unusually thick or thin or neither. Seen signs of both "extremes". And I wonder what it would be like without walls. There's got to be a mental illness caused by their absence. Maybe that's -

They are undoubtedly useful, but I'd like to demolish some of them. Working on it. (You should try it.) With a little plastic hammer.

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Just sayin.

I survived Xmas...

...with MY (extended) family. :p I had been dreading it. But keeping away for most of the time worked now, at least.

For the record, this was my first Xmas as an official heathen! :B Since November 23 I belong to no religion! :D I think... For this I get a piece of paper, almost no church tax, and 1 ticket to hell. :q

Here was me original wish list:
-TNC:s Rainforest Fund thingies
-Terrapasses
-...and a few CD:s...

Here is how it actually turned out *MATERIALISTIC XMAS PRESSIE REPORT* :
-Black eco-cotton top (so soft and thick...)
-Booze chocolate (good if one bites a hole in em and pours out the booze)
-Electric toothbrush (I hope my toothpaste isn't too abrasive)
-A friggin huge steel lantern (which I ain't keeping)
-Cash!
-2 decorative birds + 2 decorative trolls (used)
-Some Aloe gel (which I never knew I needed and which contained mysterious ingredients so I passed it on...)
-Soap from Lush
-Shampoo thing from Lush
-A Robbie biography (written by some Swedish tabloid journalist but reasonably respectful *sucks juice*)
-A backpack (my 4-year-old one was perfect, but it has got a hole in the bottom. Hmm. Huh huh huh huh.)
-A wall calendar (featuring JOAQUIN!)
-The da Vinci code soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
-Sparkle in the rain by Simple Minds
-Boy by U2
-A red mini-lantern...
-Some candle (I'm off candles... I hear they contain palm oil... That's just not cosy)
-Knickers made of poisonous cotton (which I'm not keeping either)

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This law course is death.

Ah, yes... The January exam & Walk the Line!

I always imagined bragging about the January exam result here... if it was good... and sucking the car's exhaust pipe if it was bad...

I'M NOT SUCKING THE EXHAUST PIPE! VG! VG! VG! VG! VG! VG MINUS!

Ahhh, finally another VG. Perhaps I've still GOT IT... *blows at smokin' gun* *downs bottle o' flax seed oil* 8 people failed, 5 scored a G and 7 scored a VG (I was the 2nd worst VG child), IIRC. As the teachers had kind of predicted. :p They are stats geeks after all.

The day after I found out about the, erm, wonderful exam result, yes, thank you lordy, my inner and outer film festival took place. All the invisible children was surprisingly good, although the short film featuring our man David and directed by Ridley Scott and some other Scott was the TOTALLY WEIRDEST one :p and my favourite was that by John Woo. *blows nose... because... because mission: impossible ii was so ballet-ly pwetty even though everyone hated it to bits & besides john was nice to my nick lea*

Then I was washed out from the pwetty cinema on the river of everyone else's tears and met up with my mum with whom I went to see... WALK THE LINE!

One of those films on which I do not have much of an opinion at all... But there was that actor... Yes, that is quite a different case. :) I + EVERYONE *heart* JOAQUIN!

Even my mum was a puddle on the floor: "OMG THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD! OMG JOAQUIN AND THAT GIRL ARE SO TALENTED! I THOUGHT SHE WAS A PROFESSIONAL SINGER! HOW CAN ACTORS LEARN TO SING LIKE THAT? OMG JOAQUIN IS SO PRETTY! Especially with brown contacts. Yoze, why are you crying? OHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT VOICE! JUST LISTEN! IT'S SO VERY MANLY!"

I shan't whine loudly. It would possibly have received a cooler welcome had I conjured it.

GET ME RIDLEY/JOHN/QUENTIN ON THE PHONE!

It could have been worse though. I loved at least one line:

"Elvis takes it!"

*neigh*

Nah, I'm just sitting here, having entered my third major Joaquin fuzz phase, approximately, and I will make no effort to swim back up. :9 O Joaquin, how can I describe my fuzz 4 thee? It all comes out sounding old (900 million years), superficial, and/or religious. Just listen:

[Sir, we have reason to believe that]

Joaquin is an angel! :D

See?

But really. 20 million monkeys poking 20 million people machines in 20 million people factories for 20 million years will eventually manufacture a... a...

Why am I wasting bandwith trying to explain? Now a relatively large part of the world knows the fuzz.

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I bought the soundtrack hours before I saw Walk the line. In the film festival's little shop. Which also offered... mmm... replicas of THE wallet from Pulp fiction. AND it was fake leather. I was severely tempted, but... but... I've got a lovely wallet already... and I'm trying not to be such a Bad Melon Farmer... so... *sniffle*

The soundtrack. I like Joaquin's voice... and Joaquin, so I had to have it of course, but expected to be horrified by the music. I had heard one Cash song that I knew of... Ring of fire. It played around a couple of Joaquin's scenes in U-turn. ROTF. THAT version of the song was perfectly horrifying in THAT feel-bad film... Anyway, I didn't know it was Cash. Later I saw the Walk the line trailer and recognised the song, but I could not think of why. :) I knew Johnny Cash's name mainly thanks to an X-Files ep in which Mulder held up a white shirt and shrieked:

"JOHNNY CASH!"

Threw the soundtrack in the player, threw some mushrooms in the pan. *feels rhythm & goes musical with kitchen utensils* All the songs weren't so fecking bad. :B I still don't feel like listening to the real thing, but my soundtrack faves would be

-Ring of fire...! :p
-Folsom Prison blues
-Home of the blues
-Cocaine blues
-Jackson

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I must make the unoriginal suggestion of a Robbie Williams biopic starring Joaquin! YAY! Their dark hair (um, Yoze, there is dye, otherwise), their green eyes (er, Yoze, did you see that movie Walk the line), their crazy faces, their 1974's, their higher-than-Cash voices (I mean in case Joaquin doesn't wanna work so hard to change his voice again)... I can only prove it by showing you whichever diary I was writing on June 8, 2000 - but on the day I first saw Gladiator, which was the first time I noticed Joaquin, I basically wrote... something like... "THE EMPEROR RESEMBLED ROBBIE." Spoooooooooooky, eh? :D No.

Problem is, I believe Robbie's style will not stagnate and his story will not end until he dies or summat *cries* so Joaquin can't play the young Robbie... Unless, of course, we make a Robbie Williams Biopic Part 1 this decade and keep 'em coming until the story ends. :P *crycrycry*

Or Joaquin can just tour the world and sing Cash songs or whatever he wants, I will kinda listen!
What other spooky opinion have I been harbouring for years? That Joaquin can pass not only for an animated painted wreath-wearing ancient Roman dude, or for Robbie, but also for any of them classic 50's rock stars... at will. (Er, I know nothing of 50's rock.) And I don't think it was just thanks to U-turn... :)

Naturally, these were just my few easy ideas. Our man can play ANYTHING! :x

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I'm at school and writing this on NO blood sugah whatsoever! Gonna go and gobble down my sandwich, and a packet of thick... smooth... sweet... cholesterol free... chocolate soy milk... The lurking headache softens when one knows such things to be in store... +)

"Walk the line" review on TV...

When I first saw the trailer for Walk the line I smelled a Conventional Film. Tonight Sweden's film guru confirmed my suspicions... but, as I had also kinda predicted :B he loved the acting. :D

They showed clips. JOAQUIN LOOKED FECKING AMAZING! :O AND BY THAT I MEAN ACTING-WISE! XD *slurp wallow splash gulp*

Stop screaming, fangirls. He was also very pwetty. :p

Tomorrow! :D

*plop* *gurgle* *blubb blubb*

Teacher: "All right, here's some info about the excursion on February 28. You will take samples from a lake, using ice drills should there be ice. In any case, you will only sample from depths greater than 3 metres. Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention - if there is no ice, YOU WILL USE BOATS!!! :O"

Yoze: *stops envisioning winter-swimming*

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PETER JACKSON'S KING KONG SPOILERS

I saw King Kong 900 years ago and was the only person in the world who did not love it to bits. I suppose it was nice at first...
Adrien B: :)
Yoze: +)
Natives: 8/
Yoze: "AAAAAAAAAAAAA! GHOSTY!"
Natives: 8/ 8/ 8/ 8/ 8) *splat*
Yoze: "Wickedddddd!"
Dinosaurs: *munch munch munch*
Yoze: "Oooooohhhhhh, dinosaurs!"
Dinosaurs: *run*
Gang: *have supersenses that allow them to run for 37 minutes inside a forest of running Oliphant, I mean dinosaur legs*
Bloke: *plays "jump off the falling rocks just in time, and wow, without slipping, too!"*
Dinosaur: *trip*
Dinosaurs: *trip* *fall*
Dinosaurs: *fall for a while*
Dinosaurs: *never fecking stop falling*
Special effects person: "OH, GOD, YES! YES, YES, YES! OH GOD! OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
10 000 000 tons of blubber: *come to rest*
Special effects person: *rolls over* *ciglight*
Gang: "Whoever finishes off the totally amazing endemic megafauna gets a drink!"
TOTALLY AMAZING MAN-SIZED WORMS: *engulf gang*

I... just find it disturbing when people in movies survive on luck... too often... I know that happens in most movies but HEY, maybe this was the last drop for me or summat. :/ (*SHRUG* At least they suffered a lot of casualties.) I prefer them to survive on brains... I get by on luck myself, though. :D

END OF SPOILERS

Yesterday I caught a(nother) festival film that I *COUGH* liked better! *COUGH* Zaïna, rider of the Atlas. :p Horsies! *horse chills* It was kinda pwetty, never boring but thrilling, and my heart was jumping outta my chest in the last seconds of the race, although I could not imagine it ending another way... :B *woosh* Wonder if that was the same race as in The black stallion returns... Wonder if it still runs... *wants to shoot* Wonder when this was set...

That Elijah film, Everything is illuminated, was sold out btw. :/ Oh well, then I guess it's gonna be a big movie after all then.

I went and got freshly freshly freshly freshly released tix for Walk the line on Friday. (3 h 15 min before that I will see my last 2006 festival film... mmmm... AT TEH FANCY CINEMA!) Ahhhh, I've been waiting... two years or so... AS USUAL...

JOAQUIN HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR ANOTHER OSCAR! THIS TIME IN A LEADING ROLE, EVEN! ALTHOUGH I COULD HAVE GUESSED ALL THAT! :) Weeeeeeeeee! Not that Oscars are all that matter... :9

Stories from within that steamy minivan

Over a month has now passed since the unsteamy field trip and everyone gives less of a damn than ever before! But there are still some cool (nobody will agree) memories that want to echo in eternity online.

1. On May 16, we buzzed past a cute yellow hotel where, according to a native in the minivan, Nicole Kidman stayed during the filming of Dogville. How cool. I wonder if Joaquin stayed there while they were making It's all about love? OMG. I was too stupid to make myself remember the name of any nearby village thing, but I think I've got a coupla landmarks... Two hefty famous hills. If Joaquin returns - and I've never heard him say that he'd want to :D - I'll just have to drive around the hills for a few hours until I spot this yellow Star!Hotel! Yay! *lurks in bushes and fails miserably at stalking when joaquin chooses completely different hotel... or continent*

All the other fave actors are hotly welcome, too. :p

Then another minivan passenger claimed he had spotted Kidman while walking past (sure, sure) the London premiere of Eyes wide shut. Kewl. He said Tom Cruise was also at the scene, but too short to be visible behind the crowd. Hmm, I don't spend my entire cinema budget on Nic and Tom (...), but they would make good Celebrity Collection Trophies...

2. We often listened to the Remember the Titans soundtrack. Hmm, not too bad. *smokes pipe thoughtfully* I had one week to start believing that it was in fact packed with classic oldie-artists whose names I had heard 100000 times, but never listened to. Now that I was feeling old anyway, and developing some... fine... taste... I should look for more of their music to enjoy, and join the grumpy snobby mid-1900s music crowd, and become cooler.

I went home and googled some lyrics. Never heard about any of the artists with the better songs. Sigh. Poor wee wannabe snob.

3. On May 17 we were out on a long drive and U2:s City of blinding lights started on the radio. The sun flickered between mysterious tree tops. I was travelling in one of my fave parts of Sweden. The road was narrow and winding. I got high, mainly on U2. Happens a lot, especially when they take me by surprise. And FTR, I DIDN'T actually drive.

*wee u2-booming car swivels in zig-zag along road*

All right... Until I remember some more... *wheeze* Good-bye...

PS. Woohoo. I've been a Douriphile for 6 months today!