i'd be lying

if i said i hadn't been neglecting my blog and more importantly you, my fiercely-devoted/ once-in-a-while/ stumbled-here- haphazardly readers--the past two weeks have been marked by all sorts of milestones, both quasi and significant ones. i guess. i.e., graduation, the move into a new apartment (still in fucking westwood), the start of the summer job, and the rest. oh yeah, and ever since i moved into the new place the internet has been anything but readily available to me. that's a big one. hopefully that whole mess will fix itself. and 'fixing itself' pretty much entails tony making the decision to dish out 30.00 a month for shitty adelphia connection. hell that money can be used for better things. like gasoline (think los angeles gas prices). and cigarettes.



















and movies.

it being friday and thus not having to go to bed early for once, with good company i headed to the laemmle sunset for some la filmfest action. everyone but me had tickets for tonight's midnight showing of the 36th chamber of shaolin, and as of 5pm in the afternoon there were only 10 tickets left. or so the punks at the virgin megastore box office were instructed to inform people over the phone. we get there at 8, and unsurprisingly the remaining tickets were sold. didn't matter, cause the fearless freaks played for free at 8:30 in the courtyard. didn't stay for the whole thing, but i must say the parts of the film i did see were fucking excellent. the best part being the one when wayne visited the oklahoma city pho restaurant that was once the long john silver's where he worked when he was 16. with two vietnamese kids he re-enacted the time when the restaurant was robbed. i don't remember the line exactly, but it was along the lines of, "so that's what it was like to die. one minute you're making fries and the next you're on the ground with a gun to your head. there's no music..."

there's no music when you die. that, my friends, is terrifying. anyway, the film did a great job at exhibiting the band's restless records pre-yoshimi stuff, a-la "unplugged" and the batman theme.

i ended up getting a ticket for the midnight flick. to kill time we watched people hanging at the cooler-than-thou passholders and filmmakers only lounge area (sponsored by target) then browsed the (gasp) virgin megastore. the corporation strikes again. i felt uncomfortable and icky in there. i don't know why people shop there when a few blocks down is the greatest fucking record store in town. in the universe, perhaps.

i don't really know anything about martial arts movies, but 36 chambers was insanely good. i don't really have anything to compare it to so i can say that. one of the greatest subtitles that has ever graced the big screen: "i don't know why i've spent so much time on studies when i should have been learning kung fu!" it was handpicked and introduced by none other than the RZA. he sat two rows in front of us.

my posting schedule might still be a bit erratic, but there should be no more 2 week periods of non-updatage.