Because it is very hot, and I was virtually naked anyways, I decided to take a journey through my very modest but totally disturbing collection of pornography today.
It was like visiting an old German friend you haven't seen in a while, and when you do see them, you remember why you don't see them more often. Fuck it, I'm sure it will all be removed as evidence someday anyways.
I was reading an article about Jack LaLanne today. Virtually vegetarian/vegan, active, and opinionated. He kicks ass and takes names. He's 93 years old and could probably kick my ass. Few people on this earth inspire me, but he's probably one of them.
Mr. Rogers is another one of them.
I fall out of my chair every time I watch that. It is so wrong and evil, but it is F-U-N-N-Y!!
This is what "keeping it real" is all about.
Kids today, especially kids growing up in the democratic abortion known as "America," need an icon/mentor who isn't plastered all over t-shirts and lunch boxes.
Who will be the new Mr. Rogers? Who is brave enough? Who will put them on the air because it is the good, right, thing to do, not because they want to make money?
Hard Candy is a great film. One of the marks of a well-made movie is how you feel when you're in the moment, actually watching it. This one makes you feel very, very confused. It's a genius juxtaposition of innocence mixed with sadism, intelligence clashing with instincts, and desire overpowering judgement. It's really, really good.
I need to mop the floor. I haven't mopped it since I moved in. In April.
That's a good pizza-selling racket.-BK
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