Beavis and Butthead are NOT real. They're stupid cartoon people completely made up by this Texas guy who we hardly even know.
Beavis and Butthead are dumb, crude, thoughtless, ugly, sexist, self destructive fools.
But for some reason, the little weinerheads make us laugh.
Yes, that's word for word, Is is Live or is it Memory(ex)? from the disclaimer that aired before every episode of Beavis and Butthead, back when MTV actually paid attention to the Music and the Video part. Why do I remember that word for word, and can replay even the pacing and timbre of the speech in my head?
I do not know.
I do know that the little weinerheads still make me laugh.
On the subject of memory... I posted updates to my ongoing script, Deaf Boy, which continues to be a struggle of determining how I can dramatize my own memories honestly. I think it's about 65% bogus right now, and if you've known me at all, you'll know the parts that are the most real are probably the parts that sound the most ridiculous. However, I don't know how anyone could possibly write an accurate biography because you're always viewing your own past through the Coke Bottle glasses of time. There may be some distortion of reality in there. In any cases, click on the link above or click on mcspoo Creative under the Blogroll links. Drop me a line and let me know what you think so far.
Kwame is so cool.
I mean... how many other cities in America can say that their mayor is a complete sociopath?
You do realize Kwame is a sociopath, don't you?
He reacts glibly, oozes superficial charm, cares nothing of the effects of his actions upon other people, is a pathological liar, demonstrates no shame, remorse or guilt, is unresponsible, promiscuous, lacks any realistic life plan (sorry, Kwame... there is no "Grand Poobah of Detroit" position opening soon), and most importantly, he changes his image as needed to avoid prosecution.
God, I LOVE living near Detroit. It's good to have the Joker as our boss!
But seriously... it's not even a matter of the guy resigning. There's a total failure of the system to arrest this guy for multiple crimes. He's stole $10 million from the city to cover up martial infidelities, and that might be the LEAST of his assumed crimes. There's too many of these things piled up. It's like a tire pile... sure, it's just tires... until you get SO many of them the sheer weight and pressure causes a chemical reaction that sets the tires on fire. Then you've got a big, smoking, smelly tire fire and NO ONE wants anything to do with the area. He's already chased off a Mayor's convention... what's next?
Kim Worthy needs to get off her ass and indict the sucker. Heck, Super Jenny the Guvernator should just flat out dismiss him. She has the power... are you going to wait for the massive smoke clouds to start choking us all and hope there's so much crap in the air that it hides the whole damn state?
Well, this one may ramble... sit back, enjoy the ride.
Let's start with St. Patrick's Day. I'm sure it's a celebration of good things, but it annoys me... and I'm very Irish. Or at least I look VERY Irish. See, just one St. Patrick's Day... I don't want to be asked "Would you like a beer?" or having beers shoved into my face. I'd like to not hear comments on WHY I'm not wearing green.
The real point is... I don't like beer. At all. I consider Beer to be a habit that normal people engage in because they're told it's cool. They surrender to peer pressure and drink... purified dog piss? Concentrated monkey dung dribblings? Ventilated vultures vomit? Gee, I forgot my mug. I gave beer a shot a long time ago. It tastes as terrible as it smells. Beer smells so bad, I cannot comprehend how people drink it. How do you get over the stench? It even SMELLS like urine. I just can't do it.
The expectation that just because I'm Irish, then that I MUST LOVE BEER is a pet peeve of mine. It pisses me off that I'm prejudged as being inclined to a certain behavior because I fit some societal stereotype of what the Irish are supposed to look like, and then as such, apparently, I must also desire to indulge in their stereotype of what Irish do (namely, get drunk and beat random Brits up). What... ever.
In any case... here's a movie review/comment or two:
I watched No Country for Old Men (NCFOM) tonight... and was not impressed. While a better movie that the laughably bad "The Departed" (Oscar Winner f0r 2006), there's no way in hell that was a legit choice for best movie. If you wanted to give the Coen's an Oscar for best picture, just retroactively give it to them for Fargo (easily one of the better movies made in the last 50 years). NCFOM was a slow, plodding, methodical if well acted ensemble piece. I was not THAT impressed by Javier Bardem's work because, well... since when is the complete lack of any actual emotive acting worthy of awards? He played a bad ass... well then... let's give Bruce Lee a retroactive Oscar, and while we're at it, declare Schwarzenegger to be the world's greatest actor. The character was well written, but I think any actor could have been plugged into the role and succeeded.
I also saw Michael Clayton the other week... and felt it was a better movie than NCFOM. Well plotted, and the ending twist, while obvious from a mile away, was well done. George Clooney has really come a long way from cameos on The Facts of Life, man. I even remember seeing him on E.R. (with Eliot Gould... not the NBC drama) in the mid 80's.
Neither movie was remotely as good as the Bourne Ultimatum, which was far and away the best movie of 2007. So.. the "Academy Awards" screwed the pooch big time here, man. They weren't even close. The whole Bourne series is amazing in as much as it uses the names from the books it's based on, but the plot of the books doesn't even remotely come close to anything past the middle of Bourne Identity. Bourne Supremacy and Ultimatum are completely different than their alleged "source" material. I find that kind of creativity to be quite impressive.
And so on another topic... I have officially opened the doors to McEvoy Technologies, with a brand spankin' new Joomla based website. I have my business cards printed up, I have jobs completed and scheduled. I have bank accounts opened and waiting for deposits. And I'm scared. I feel very exposed to be in business this way. Kind of like I'm running around naked with nothing except my brain showing. Like someone ripped the head off a Ken doll and shoved cauliflower in there. I'm excited about it, don't get me wrong, but... It's kind of a silly fear. Consider... I run the tech at Northville essentially on my own. I'm the head guy there, and I'm flying without much of a rope to hold me up. I handle a hefty budget, and I'm looking at running projects that cost mucho dinero (enough so that I don't want to list numbers online). So why does it scare me to be in business for myself? Is it fear or regret? The more I think of it, the more I think it's regret. I really, truly miss being part of a team. I miss being part of a team at TLN. I miss the idea that I have a business partner.
Maybe it's just a result of being 36 years old... single... rapidly approaching 37 years old and wondering if I'll ever be a part of a real team again. We're raised on teams, man. Team sports... stage crew... TV crew... it's all about being part of the team. Suddenly, you're dropped in the real world where everything you learned isn't about the team, but about what you learned as part of a team in years bygone, and how well you can apply those lessons.
I do know this: I don't want to do this alone for the rest of my life, man. I've got to find a team mate.