Wings Over the Pyre - March 2nd, 2003

12:36 am

Arrogance: You know, folks make a lot of my inherent arrogance -- and they're right. But only PETA would be so horrifically arrogant as to visibly equate (on 60ft panels, no less) farming with the Holocaust. What kind of insane chutzpah does it take to have that degree of disconnect between your brain and your mouth?

Lisa Lange, PETA's vice president of communications, told CNN's "American Morning With Paula Zahn" on Friday that the idea for the public relations effort came from the late Nobel Prize-winning author Isaac Bashevis Singer, who, she said, wrote: "In relation to them [animals], all people are Nazis; for them it is an eternal Treblinka" -- a death camp in Poland.

Current Mood: irate

03:50 am

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Current Mood: amused

07:00 pm

Isn't It Ironic, Don'cha Think?: I love a good irony. Like Fidel Castro advising Japan on N Korea's nuclear threat. I seem to remember a little something between him and Kennedy relating to short-range nuclear missiles. I could be wrong, but ... On the other hand, in today's political climate, that makes him an expert.

"If there is anything I can do, I am prepared to do so within the capabilities of what can be done," Japanese government officials quoted Castro as saying.

"In terms of priorities, we have to weigh heavily on the Japan-U.S. security treaty concerning the security of Japan . . . as the United Nations will not protect us," Aso said in a TV debate with other party leaders.

"If nobody runs (for the post), I will go into service for the country," Kamei said.

Current Mood: disappointed

11:33 pm

Empty:

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(Well, the massive surprise that is flowing through my body surprises everyone around me, right?)

Musing: So I'm sitting here, listening to Veruca Salt, and frankly in my head I'm swirling around the room in a sort of somber thrashing. Pretty much even the happiest music turns into a dirge in my head, which is a sort of amusing thing. Its like I'm "cheerfully grim," in a bizarre mix of psychological metaphors. Its not the kind of stance that one sees being exhibited a lot as a "healthy mindset," but in truth is there a better reaction to a world in which bad things happen with the randomness of lightning strokes beside good things wasted? Is there are more sane reaction to realizing you can't have everything you want, and you're likely to see most of it destroyed by people who can't even do that as well as you can?

The funny thing is I'm not depressed. I actually feel pretty perky -- like a hopped-up hearse with blue flames over the wheelwells and hood. Its my usual modus, but I'm not usually quite this verbal about it.

Regular readers of this journal have likely noticed by now that I don't talk a lot about "my issues." Oh, occasionally, and I'm free with my rants and logical deconstructions, but I seldomly talk about the transient thoughts in my head, and never about my relationships with other people. There's actually a good reason for that. I don't consider it any of your business. :) Well, that, and those kinds of posts always seem rather trite and intrusive, and inevitably someone gets the wrong ideas -- its just a mess.

I think of this Journal more like a public essay of my urges, my drives, the things that motivate me. Relationships, to me, are things to be motivated to, not motivations in and of themself. If you don't have something important that pushes the relationship, if the relationship/other person is providing the impetus to an end, that always seemed to cheapen the whole thing. In my, admittedly warped, world your drives and motivations move from within to without, the varaja of the soul. To have the external drive the internal is an untenable reversal.

Movie Review: Yay Wal-Mart's cheap DVD bin; I picked up both UHF and Black Mask 2: City of Masks. I've only watched the latter tonight, but if you've seen the first one, well, you're not really prepared for this one. Its Tsui Hark being utterly over-the-top in a HK take on masked vigilante crime fighters, with a heavy leavening of Kronos' Zoanoids who must've hopped over from the Guyver movies on the next shelf. Stir in a geneticist girl who freezes up (literally, rigid) every time she's touched by a man, and an ultimate villain who looks like Mother Brain's boyfriend, and you're set for some bizarrity. Getting to look at Traci Lords has never offended me, so its only a plus. If you enjoy insane wire-fu HK combat and don't mind some fromage, you'll like this film.

Black Mask 2 gets a B+.

Last night, I also decided to watch my VHS copy of Shock Treatment. Now, I know that everyone on Earth has been obsessed with the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but fewer have seen ST, O'Brian's follow-up movie with many of the same actors. I really like it, myself; watching it again reminded me of just what a crazy, surrealistic vision it is. And, of course, how great Little Nell's legs and ass were in '81. (I can't speak to anything more recent, sadly.) This is a movie for those who love good surrealistic musicals -- a niche audience at best, but you know who you are.

Shock Treatment gets an A.

Current Mood: exanimate