Dickipedia, and Other Assorted Discourse
First off, here’s a website you all must see:
http://dickipedia.org/index.php?title=Main_Page
It’s a small but poingnant listing of dicks, or rather men (and only men at this point, but that could change) who embody dickish qualities. My favourite entry is probably Bill O’Reilly’s, mostly for its mention of his sexual fixation on loofahs (or “felafel’s”).
Actually, if you’re not made too uncomfortable by transcripts of unwanted sexual advances made over the phone, search for Papa Bear on The Smoking Gun.
The man who believes sexual immorality to be a scourge on America harasses female employees with awkward references to vibrators, “spectacular boobs”, and food inserted into incorrect orifices.
Actually, with the various outings of various “moral” persons, one is led to question whether a declaration of purity is an ironic way of saying, “I’m into shit you haven’t even heard of.”
On a less sexual/judgmental note, I have a confession to make.
I saw No Country for Old Men and did not enjoy it.
Every once in awhile, a movie comes along that drives people wild – in a good way. They declare it a masterpiece, a beautiful example of fine and intelligent cinema. A profound display of artistry and brilliance. No Country for Old Men is one of these films – and I did not like it.
Honestly, I thought it was boring. I realize that the Coen brothers were going for understated and intense, and they succeeded. The film is both of those things. It’s also unbearably slow. The more it meandered, the less I cared about the sluggish characters it trailed for two agonizing hours. Watching the film was akin to be pulled, slowly, in a very old wagon attached to a very old horse clomping down a very long and narrow dirt road.
The film contains clever (and in some cases, memorable) dialogue. It feels natural, despite the fact that it was likely constructed carefully and diligently. It’s the kind of dialogue that most (or perhaps all) screenwriters want to master. It’s terse, laconic, and meaningful in a subtle kind of way. It conveys, successfully, the fictitious thoughts of fictitious men who are vastly different from most fictitious action/western heroes and villains. They’re hardened and eccentric people, but not pseudo-masculine like the Dirty Harry’s of old.
The preview had me at, “what’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss.” Unfortunately, the movie itself lost me early on.
I will say this much, Javier Bardem’s performance is as good as his dancing is poor:
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4155/is_20050202/ai_n9504897
As far as entertainment goes, I highly recommend the unique rock/electronica music of Holy Fuck. It’s all instrumental, and it’s all fabulous. It’s sexy, in a soul-freeing kind of way. It’s the kind of music that makes you want to embrace public nudity and celebrate the art of unpolished, spiritually-soothing-yet-wildly-awkward dancing. It’s arousing in the same way a smart-but-kinda-ugly person is arousing. I deeply love its soul.
hello, hello… i was randomly searching around for something remotely interesting and came across your blog. you seem to be new at this, as am i, so i figured i’d just drop a quick line and say hi. basically it was your reference to holy fuck that got me interested… and not, surprisingly, the penis website you mentioned. but good music, for sure. take care.