2012年2月8日 YesssS!

I never thought I would find a theme to a film, albeit adult in nature, which is over 30 years old. The theme itself it's just priceless it terms of how it is displayed in the movie, it was also a time where porno actually had decent music, by decent I mean if it doesn't turn you on then at least it could make you laugh.

I think in terms of adult films, if I ever were to own one (i.e. physical DVD or some other medium) it would be The Opening of Misty Beethoven. Mainly because this film itself has so many good lines. Even if one were to skip over all the pornographic scenes in the film displaying X or Y organs, some with pipes, one could genuinely say the film scores at a C+ to B level in terms of quality. Dialogue wise, it certainly is at the standard of, if not above and beyond, romantic comedy films of today. You can find a better "daba-da" here (URL, SFW), which is much more campy and ear friendly.

An example of people who
enjoy "easy tempo" music

The downside about new(er) adult films is that the music sucks, the acting sucks (literally), and more often than not, one would probably have a better viewing experience if they watched premium cable soft-core-porn. Of course the alternative that I'm suggesting, which is watching porn from the mid-70's or within that decade is almost akin to watching steel workers covered in wool garments hug each other for hours. Yet films of those years are still promising in other areas: such as music, which is the purpose of today's lesson.

This search primarily was initiated because of the previous NSFW film whose URL and music I suggested in a previous post. I found out the composer for that film was Alain Goraguer under the name "Paul Vernon". This inspired a massive search for groovy psychedelic music that, while not replacing The Price Is Right theme or cues still, would stand at a proud second.

What I do while listening
to funky-ass music.

The music I wanted to find is mainly for those early mornings when the sun appears as a disgusting small film on the horizon, no bigger than a distant contrail. Not for imagining gay construction workers getting all sweaty, or whacking off in a camper.

Thinking again about the sun lingering only on the horizon, I watch how dark clouds intercept and try to control my immediate sky above. But it's unable to expand to the horizon as the early morning sun slightly penetrates, with permission of course. See ORS 163.412.

It's a nasty sight to see a yellow glow like that. The color reminds me of cheap crayons made in the 70's. Of course, that last bit was just this morning, but most mornings suck anyhow when I'm not paying total attention.

After searching and searching for some kind of other music which I could say is inspiring, I found the following:

Music like this, while maybe someone might say is shallow, it still retains that slick, cool-cat, bare-backing, all-natur~al, silk on a butt, butter on the grits, kind of smooth touch feeling, that I like when I trudge about.

Anyone else have music they like listening to when they need an upbeat or inspiring moment?*

The alternative is succumbing to ED. And I don't mean Ed(ucation)...

*Tenacious D counts

More fun,

Oh man there are too many, so here is a few...
I Gres - To Jean Luc
Keith Papworth - Morning Trip
Armando Trovajoli - Decisione

2012年2月7日 Sicko'd

I'm not lying, when I say
that I can't make this shit up.

Sometimes when I watch videos of rappers in large groups dancing, I almost feeling like Michael J. Fox is controlling their movements with some kind of human scale marionette controller.

Sources:

Snoop Dogg (should start at 2:26 automatically)

Snake Hips

***

Last night was terrible. I was unable to get into a decent position so that I could get some sleep. Being congested fucked with consistent breathing, moreover, when I was able to get into a good position, my knee started to hurt terribly. It took me over five hours to get 5 hours of sleep. Albeit most of that sleep was interrupted due to chest and knee pain. So far, I'm slowly feeling like I'm getting better, but now my nose is getting out of control. There's as much discharge as there are from whores in Australia. Crickey!

Nightmares reoccur occasionally, and my last major one was Sunday morning. My drinking has been cut down to nothing, mainly because I can't afford it and because some of my other objectives, goals, and (wet-)dreams are more important.

I was reminded again today of a short story that pissed me off, and maybe it's because of the above mentioned nightmares.

It's called "Suigetsu." A short story by Kawabata Yasunari. At some point in the story the narrator reflecting on her first husband, before his death due to TB (Total-Bitch syndrome), is told by her second husband that,

"Healthy love is something that only exists in healthy people". 

Sounds like she married a total asshole. Too bad for her previous husband, obviously he wasn't cool enough to fight TB and live. Interestingly enough, my lungs make me feel as if I'm suffering in the same manner... But I digress.

Frankly speaking, I suppose what irritates me about being sick is that I know when I'm sick I can't pay attention to new instruction sometimes. Other things, yes, such as observational skills when mentally assessing something function slightly slower than normal, or at the same pace, but being patient enough to watch someone's mannerisms and wonder if they're okay, or taking time to acknowledge that is something is difficult when I'm sick.

Sharp and constant pain almost encourages zero patience when my knee is hurting to the max (see volume set to 11). Of course, I may appear callous and probably am, but I am more concerned with helping that person off the ground than letting them lie there. Talking to them about why they are on the ground, while they are still there is for counselors and people with no dicks or balls. This doesn't mean, though it might imply, that I ignore what put them there on the ground. Absolutely not, I would or have, always pulled people up eagerly in my dick-ish-way telling them how they failed as I stand them up. Of course, I can't stand anyone up, even myself if they are unwilling or unable. I know this well, as I have PVNS.

I can say that my bravery to face PVNS and still smile says at least something... If I had a theme song, it would reluctantly be Brave Sir Robin's

Now that I'm sick and the day is through, 
I'm going to lie down and dream of the blue, 

crack rocks, and music of French porno (URL) flicks*,
Making me think about why I'm sick.


*(NSFW, start at 57minutes)

2012年2月6日 Woah

What a well done video. It basically covers issues I'm already aware of, especially with towns like Sderot. Frankly speaking, whenever I heard Muslims talking like the one's in the video, especially from a religious point, I almost cringe. 

It's kind of sad that if I showed this to people at school they would say everything in the video is "Bullshit." Of course those same people would see a video like below and consider it tolerable (NSFW, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE)

Fools, danace with me again...

Militant Islam, militant religions, or militant political ideas of any kind always remind me of desperateness that is often associated with hatred, sometimes boredom, but usually the latter is reserved for people who are HIGHLY intelligent or extremely bored.

If you've been watching the news you know things are getting worse!

2012年2月5日 Sicko

I've been under the weather lately. Most of my time is spent avoiding headaches and doing my best to avoid my knee. Congestion and a stuffy nose seem to be the perpetrators of these symptoms. I coughed up and spit out some mucus this morning into the toilet, noticing a large portion of it was blood. The unpleasantness of that sight, led me to the kitchen, and got a Pepsi.

2012年2月2日 Clouds of various sorts

En route to the the end of the first pillar of the beginning something I'm doing, I looked up at the cloudless sky. Except of a single bloated contrail from sitting in the air too long. 

As the sky turned a light blue, akin the to GT40 debut color at Le mans. But the contrail turned into a light pink, and then a fluffy purple as the sun started to set. My knee was hurting, but my attention was still on the clouds. Then I farted quietly,

And while no one else was around, I was still embarrassed that I ruined my own train of thoughts with a mental fog focused on the flatulence, albeit my brain nor the air around me smelled vile.

2012年2月1日 "First, I would like to just get to know you"

Normally I don't like posting videos alone without some kind of explanation, but this one was just done so well compared to other ones that are designed to annoy. This guy knows how to use a soundboard, and he gets bonus points for doing it via phone calls instead of using internet chat clients.

The transitions of pictures well done as well.

2012年1月31日 "Do you know what the reunion pays for you?"

Basically this model

Fozzjnen the other day gave me a Sansa clip, replacing the Sansa 200 that had a broken headphone jack. So far the Sansa clip is extremely awesome, lightweight and convenient to carry. Unfortunately if the clip on the device were to break, things would fucking suck worse than a reluctant wife on her husband's birthday.

Fortunately for me, I don't have to worry about women in in that way. In any case, I'm grateful to have a fully functioning MP3 player which also happens to an awesome amount of battery space. The only downside is that the interface looks like it was built in the period between Tron and Tron: Legacy, but otherwise it functions the way it ought to function.

Outside of that I scored 100% on my last Hebrew test, because bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks.

Beyond bitches 

The only things right now in life, happen to be looking forward to mikvah and brit milah.

So what is a brit milah or hatafat dam brit?

According to Wikipedia:

The expressly ritual element of circumcision in Judaism, as distinguished from its non-ritual requirement in Islam, is shown by the requirement that a child who either is born aposthetic (without a foreskin) or who has been circumcised without the ritual must nevertheless undergo a Brit milah in which a drop of blood (hatafat-dam, הטפת דם) is drawn from the penis at the point where the foreskin would have been or was attached.

Too Jewish?
Feh. No.

At some point I need to do the ritual bathing in an open, and moving body of water, such as a river or ocean.

Just another step towards conversion. There isn't much left now. I'm progressing quickly, of course my fervor for such probably makes it quicker. Unfortunately I don't necessarily have the target audience I need to accommodate every little concern I have about what it takes to be a Jew or what it takes to sustain my efforts, but I do know that whatever my efforts may be: they will not end with conversion. As I mentioned before to someone Judaism is for life, a part of it, everyday, somehow, even if I'm not thinking about it. And my efforts and progress with it only end when I die, which is basically another opportunity for someone else to explore their own roots with Judaism. An example of this is the Mourner's Kaddish.

There are a number of things I have to address in life, but this is one thing I want to do and continue doing before and while I address those things.

Of course, I'm not going to be wearing a black hat everyday, although I might, and I'm not going to stop wearing t-shirts and the like, or demand that women sit at the back of the bus or refuse to shake their hands, etc. Basically, I'm not going to be a Haredi, as far as I know. They have their own problems. Orthodox Judaism doesn't speak to me, and maybe it's because there is no infrastructure for it, but frankly I find that it seems to be a group that one has to grow up into or have certain character traits, many of which if I did have them, I probably wouldn't be the person I am today.