I tried once to reivent myself and I failed ... I blame the neoconservative bent in this society
the fine and subtle art of greatness
[Originally written: Dec. 11th, 2003|01:51 am]
mood | Adjudicated diffective
music | "Sister Christian" by Night Ranger
if i could only find the answer to greatness, i'd stop being so mediocre. but, if i could stop being mediocre, what really would i become. (really, really, really not mediocre?)
just off to the corner of my brain -- right next to where i keep an encyclopedic repository of stats on college lacrosse -- there sits an idea so great that i can't even begin to allow myself to understand it. much less explain it to anyone else. and therein lies my dilemma.
i know this much: the idea is related to the transformation of myself into the creature that i've been destined to become.
dilemma.
if i let this idea manifest itself, that creature jumps into the foreground, repelling my sense of taste and decency into the deep and dark recesses of my brain -- where i keep the vast and oracle-like database of the times i've experimented with peyote -- and will never be heard from again. if i keep that idea back there, it might propel the decency into the forefront and keep me on a course that has been well-charted by those who came before: mediocrity.
maybe some day that idea will just turn on itself and cannibalize the rest of my brain and toss the bits and pieces of what i've got into a great big jumbled mass of metaphors: mixed and dangling alike.
but this idea, it's almost too good. it's almost incredible in weight and size. it's just about too good to be discussed in this forum, but i digress and hope that it's not paying much attention.
it's soooo good that i'm not even certain that i've got the talent to allow it to be handed to the world. (that, of course as i know, is impossible.)
well, with all of that ... i guess i'll go ahead and give her a whirl.
the idea:
a buddy picture about two siamese twins stuck together at the liver (played by Dwight Shulz -- tv's howling mad murdoch -- and bronson pinchot -- tv's bronson pinchot) and the hijinks they get into as they journey to idaho to buy some potatoes. along the way they get into a situation where they must decide who should sleep with the paraplegic cheerleader (played by the former ms. steve segal: kelly lebroc who makes her triumphant return to the silver screen in a role that roger ebert will call a "stylized and smart" performance that assures us that "come Oscar time" kelly lebroc "will be watching it from her couch"). during their journey, they're taken in by an upper-crust black family (played, in part by carl weathers -- the next governor of louisiana -- jaleel white -- tv's urkel -- and kim fields -- you know who that is) who allows them into their house to learn the lessons of what being black in america is all about. of course, they also stumble across a terrorist (played by mandy pantikin in his finest role since the princess bride) who is plotting to blow a hole in the hoover damn and shut down the reagan airport and the eisenhower highway and destroy the kennedy center ... etc, ok? after they team with wise-cracking youth from the street (an oscar-worthy role played by ja-rule) who belongs to the jets. no, not the jets. the sharks. wait, i'll get this one right: the crips. right. areyoustillwiththiscausei'mnotandi'mreallyreachinghuh? then, after helping a young robot (voiced poetically by richard dean anderson) find that he truly is a human being with heart, they meet their maker, Me (played extremely convincingly by dolph lundgren) and discuss the finer points of the drawbacks of inherited wealth that vickers and wood wrote about. but, how do you like them apples, the box of chocolates that they got from a midget (the guy that played alf) turns out to be poison that they mistakenly give to an orphanage. to make a long story short, in the end, their mom's greaser-boyfriend (played, by, yep, you guessed it, frank stallone) decides to shoot them. the movie ends with "sister christian" (formerly by night ranger, now by sugar ray) playing over the credits.
see.
that's a dilemma.
[Originally written: Dec. 11th, 2003|01:51 am]
mood | Adjudicated diffective
music | "Sister Christian" by Night Ranger
if i could only find the answer to greatness, i'd stop being so mediocre. but, if i could stop being mediocre, what really would i become. (really, really, really not mediocre?)
just off to the corner of my brain -- right next to where i keep an encyclopedic repository of stats on college lacrosse -- there sits an idea so great that i can't even begin to allow myself to understand it. much less explain it to anyone else. and therein lies my dilemma.
i know this much: the idea is related to the transformation of myself into the creature that i've been destined to become.
dilemma.
if i let this idea manifest itself, that creature jumps into the foreground, repelling my sense of taste and decency into the deep and dark recesses of my brain -- where i keep the vast and oracle-like database of the times i've experimented with peyote -- and will never be heard from again. if i keep that idea back there, it might propel the decency into the forefront and keep me on a course that has been well-charted by those who came before: mediocrity.
maybe some day that idea will just turn on itself and cannibalize the rest of my brain and toss the bits and pieces of what i've got into a great big jumbled mass of metaphors: mixed and dangling alike.
but this idea, it's almost too good. it's almost incredible in weight and size. it's just about too good to be discussed in this forum, but i digress and hope that it's not paying much attention.
it's soooo good that i'm not even certain that i've got the talent to allow it to be handed to the world. (that, of course as i know, is impossible.)
well, with all of that ... i guess i'll go ahead and give her a whirl.
the idea:
a buddy picture about two siamese twins stuck together at the liver (played by Dwight Shulz -- tv's howling mad murdoch -- and bronson pinchot -- tv's bronson pinchot) and the hijinks they get into as they journey to idaho to buy some potatoes. along the way they get into a situation where they must decide who should sleep with the paraplegic cheerleader (played by the former ms. steve segal: kelly lebroc who makes her triumphant return to the silver screen in a role that roger ebert will call a "stylized and smart" performance that assures us that "come Oscar time" kelly lebroc "will be watching it from her couch"). during their journey, they're taken in by an upper-crust black family (played, in part by carl weathers -- the next governor of louisiana -- jaleel white -- tv's urkel -- and kim fields -- you know who that is) who allows them into their house to learn the lessons of what being black in america is all about. of course, they also stumble across a terrorist (played by mandy pantikin in his finest role since the princess bride) who is plotting to blow a hole in the hoover damn and shut down the reagan airport and the eisenhower highway and destroy the kennedy center ... etc, ok? after they team with wise-cracking youth from the street (an oscar-worthy role played by ja-rule) who belongs to the jets. no, not the jets. the sharks. wait, i'll get this one right: the crips. right. areyoustillwiththiscausei'mnotandi'mreallyreachinghuh? then, after helping a young robot (voiced poetically by richard dean anderson) find that he truly is a human being with heart, they meet their maker, Me (played extremely convincingly by dolph lundgren) and discuss the finer points of the drawbacks of inherited wealth that vickers and wood wrote about. but, how do you like them apples, the box of chocolates that they got from a midget (the guy that played alf) turns out to be poison that they mistakenly give to an orphanage. to make a long story short, in the end, their mom's greaser-boyfriend (played, by, yep, you guessed it, frank stallone) decides to shoot them. the movie ends with "sister christian" (formerly by night ranger, now by sugar ray) playing over the credits.
see.
that's a dilemma.
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