I just saw "Terminator Salvation" and was inspired to write this completely absurd but realistic inclusion to the story - a testimony to life in good Ol' Worcester county..

In 2018 A.D. in this still currently used calendar, no one still really knew what they were doing. There were pockets of resistance here and there, all led in reality more by an icon, and idea, more than an actual person.. this "John Connor" who would deliver the remaining human survivors from extermination by the hands of artificially educated machines that had literally started a new race of beings on the landscapes -- the landscapes that once would have been considered by observers looking into our civilizations from afar as Planet Earth. The new race of machines were everything we would have wished to aspire to be as a testament to our never understanding that life should have really been governed by more metaphysics than logic or even emotion....

The irony was that the few who had lived to see apocalypse unfold in all it's inglorious abomination, were left to ponder if there was any real meaning as to why they had been left behind. It took 2 and a half years after SKYNET unleashed it's 'busy child' out of Cheyenne Mountain and had taken out 6 billion humans when it became self aware, to fully unleash the horrid reality of destruction it brought - all due to a logic that was given it when there is no spirituality to accompany it. People always knew that we were slowly digging our own graves when we kept speeding up processing and a sadistic quest to make something originally inanimate into artificial intelligence. Evidently, no one had really read Neil Goldberg's "Long Live Music"

Sadly, when SKYNET had finally seen humanity as a threat, it reasoned (one would argue logically), that humans would be all too ready to retaliate if any would survive the nuclear assaults SKYNET had inflicted upon the landscapes in an albeit delayed 'Judgement day'. Systematically, it began infiltrating various remnants of cities and setting bases in every once civilized urban hotspot all over north America and Europe and Asia, smoking out any remaining human scavengers who decided to live among the ruins by simply terminating them by surprise and on site. SKYNET'S weapons, invented by an artificial intelligence were in other leagues compared to the primitive projectile weapons humans were able to futilly hold on to after reality had been altered: they may have well been designed by aliens. The models and designs SKYNET had were not intended to somehow derive emotional satisfaction to their users but simply execute efficiency above all else for killing.

It is with this established background in mind that in North America, despite all that had happened, and despite the dire straits the human race found itself in, that the city of Worcester of all places, was completely overlooked by SKYNET's legions of HK Aerial Ships and Tank Units. When T-600 terminators combed the landscapes of what once was the United States, most humans lived in terror of the threat, unable to stop this flood of machined evil, and simply took to living in the recesses below the Earth. But Worcester, call it being oblivious, call it being unmotivated to make any kind of change there or contribution to the world based on the evidence of years past that saved it then, remained in business as usual mode. People kept cutting each other off in traffic (at least until the fuel supplies into the city ran short). People still kept getting mugged on highland street, and people still decided to try to make a buck holding up cardboard signs by the corners of park ave and route 9 and although no longer making money since currency was obsolete, still hoarding great wealth at the expense of pedestrians.

It it was a slap in the face to the people of Worcester that they were still there, no one seemed to note. SKYNET for one reason or another, had overlooked the city of Worcester and its people as a legitimate threat. Consequentially, no missles had ever landed there. No HDK'S HK's or even terminators had ever ventured into the urban regions. Perhaps Skynet's artificial intelligence reasoned that the people there were already doing themselves more harm than good in general, so uninspired, so devoid of any idealism, that SKYNET would lose reasources waging a land war or even nuclear plutonium resources in their missles to waste on a city that was already in it's own form of purgatory. If the world had changed around it for the worse, it wouldn't make much of a damn difference there..

coming soon.. part II

For days Eva noticed she'd get up at 6 A.M. no matter what. It was as if some sadistic circadian rhythm in her being wanted to torture her for the rest of the day and keep her tired if she was naive enough to believe that by getting up early the world would be a better place if she existed on little sleep. Since she had gone to bed at two the night before and it was only 6 A.M., Eva reckoned how stupid it would be to just get up and do the requisite 'errand's' that civilized nature just piles up on someone no matter where they're at. Getting up early sounded like a responsible idea; only she had tried that route two days ago, and even though she didn't have to work till 10, going to the bank and food shopping during rush hour proved to be pointless since she spent an hour just lined up in traffic just to get to a strip mall 8 blocks down the street. And then, to top it off, some asshole construction team decided it would be most practical to fix a traffic light at the most inconvenient time of the day instead of the middle of the night when it would make more sense to do so. Thus, detours all over the one way streets of Dover city were created that cost many a person to be late for work and lose their jobs just because that was union rules. By the time she was done with her 'errands' she too had been late for work anyway...

But today was a brand new day; this was not yesterday. As she lay there at 6 A.M. staring at the the plaster designs on her bedroom ceiling that if she squinted long enough in a daze always seemed to resemble unbelievably bizarre faces of supervillians staring down at her, she remembered about how she had read about "The World Superhero Registry" on the internet: a community of well meaning geeks who while wanting to make a difference in the world and become superheroes to fight evil, are not willing to go the extra mile and actually physically train for the fucking part.

"It's just a matter of time before one of these wedge-rats end up getting their ass kicked beyond recognition and the government starts to outlaw adults to be able to run around in costumes"
she thought wistfully to herself..

At any rate, she had to pee-pee. But so frustrated at the trickery of so much as sitting upright from previous experiences when she'd wake up prematurely, she decided to hold it in.

She had started to reason this: The trick is to not so much as move a muscle if you happen to wake up prematurely. As soon as you do, your inefficiency will 'think' you need to start saving the world and shit and blindly force yourself to get up and do something responsible -- or at least that's how she felt about it. And that's how you start the day making stupid decisions. Her sister had been an activist who came from a whole family of activists (meaning she did too) who always were preaching about 'making a difference'... a great idea if you actually had money to carry out these endeavors. In Eva's case, she had no money. Better to work at a Popeye's and try to pay the bills slowly than borrow loans of $10,000 on her own and sucker herself donating all her energy to a non profit organization that needed people to carry out their labour but never payed volunteers for any of their time and effort. A lesson harshly learned when she had gone on a trip to Indonessia last summer and make a difference shutting down illegal tube socks manufacturing plants that use small children as labor there, but then be in the hole 12 grand when she got back ( rent doesn't stay suspended in animation) and dammit, never even get so much as a handshake for her efforts by "Pea-peace" the green-embracingfanatically leftist liberal organization that swayed her into the adventure.

Sage's wisdom now told her that the right thing to do was zone out in bed. Which within, 15 minutes, she was able to think clearly again and stay relaxed and find herself dreaming a weird dream about how Mick Foley the wrestler used to work at a giant superstore that didn't exist in real life called "LeStayhungy's" and inexplicably throw pizzas at the green shirts in the clothing isles.

When she woke up, at least she felt better. She was already almost late for work, but big deal. In fact, for the first time as long as she could remember, Eva never felt so healthy and awake as she had then. The funny thing is that when you actually do get a good nights sleep, your mind actually rebuilds for once and you since life is nothing more than a state of consciousness, you don't waste a bonus day lost in a daze..

"Imagine if the entire country could actually learn this secret about actually GETTING enough sleep before they pretend to contribute to civilization and go to work" she thought to herself. "Creeping shit! The idiots that populate this city could bring back tourism here for once"

After showering, it was too late to get to work, but Eva was so relaxed after an actual good nights sleep she was calm enough to realize
it wasn't the end of the world if she didn't make shitty seafood for customers that don't need that in their system after all: Getting another job wasn't going to be that hard after all. Besides, she worked at a freaking Popeye's.
This was great! She had an ability most people on earth take for granted almost every day of their lives It was as she had a superpower. She could think calmy and collectively for once - an ability that no drug she ever took could duplicate the high of actually having confidence that kind of conscious confidence. As she sat there making a pot of tea Eva reasoned: she seemed to have a shitload of 'friends' who really weren't even friends with her. Why the hell does she hang out with them anyway? She was definately more interesting than them. At least she sculpted for a hobby. Most of them, their biggest hobby was sitting their ass on a couch and watching not even the cliff hanging finale of "Scandinavean Idolatry". When she'd try to organize that her circle of friends around here go out, she was always the one to instigate the fucking things. Even though they would otherwise just sit at home and go online and eventually look at porn, no one else had the 'cajones' to make any kind of significant social gathering, even if it's just dinner at a restaurant happen amongts her circle of friends. Without even needing to so much as smoke a joint, she reasoned that these people that would use her for companionship or only want to hang out with her when it was convenient.

As she sat there on the porch enjoying a mango and a sangria for the sheer joy of it and not because of some alchoholic addiction, Eva reckoned that she had might have discovered her calling in life.

"The world superhero registry: A collection of people who ironically realize they have too much time on their hands and that actually gives them the ability to do something significant instead of probably ruining the environment by working for industry" she reasoned..

"If these idiots are going to play pajama police and try to make a real difference in the world, perhaps she should exercise her newly found superpower: the superpower of brutal honesty"

That afternoon, she checked her "Your-space" online social networking account.. How many of these fuckers were actually not really friends but just acquintances???

"It's all Facebook's fault!" Eva thought. "If only they had a fucking option to label most of these people under an 'aquintances' category and not just as 'friends' my life wouldn't be so fucking confusing"

"Elise Brown...
Roger Dautren..
Izzy San Fernando... I met these people once about two years ago at a party and shared a moment about how we all liked watching Jim Carrey movies. Why the hell are they my "friends"??? They ought to be under my 'connections' folder. Too bad it doesn't *)(#*$ exist!!!"

As she went through the list, Eva noticed some of her closer friends had profiled Eva as a BFF...

"Luly Panamera... I fucking called the girl twice last weekend and she never got back to me.
If you have a real significant friendship going on with someone, then out of sheer respect It takes at at most one or two days for them to get back to you if you call them.. How the fuck am I her BFF??? You'd think in this decrepit day and age of deteriorating relationships, one would simply be happy that someone even gives a shit enough to call you"


Then it dawned on her.... She was loosing her cool. It's as if the whole world was oblivious to this truth from lack of sleep: everybody always in a rush and shit. At this exponential rate of generic relationships of this day and age nobody really had any real friends because nobody had the attention span to even hold a real friend for more than a week before they inevitably forgot each other existed.

She used to work for a school newspaper, and most people didn't even have the attention span to read any short story of hers that was longer than 5 pages. Everybody just simply drifted... After unfriending 641 of the 667 people on her "Your space" friends list, and putting on a cape and tights that afternoon, she decided to go to the streets and preach enlighten the masses... No time to get in shape for those spandex.

Part one: always turn on your bathroom light in the morning! !

So I woke up this morning and brushed my teeth in the bathroom with the lights off, illuminated only by the rays of light coming through the bathroom window as my only
way to see... Staring at my own reflection, it looked like it was going to be one of those days where I wouldn't even have to comb my hair: no bedhead, showered last night, and everything looked like it was nice and in place; it didn't even look like I needed to shave. All facial follicles had inexplicably not grown overnight: these are the classic signs of what looks like should be a good day. It wasn't until a few hours later, I was doing errands around the city when I stared at my own reflection in the rear view mirror of my car when I realized I had scruff after all that was hidden from me detecting it by the bad lighting in my bathroom. I hate when that sh*t happens! I was actually so aggravated about it that I literally drove half way across the city and back to my house when I noticed it just to shave. On the way there, I happened to see for the second time around here, believe it or not, a HOT HOMELESS girl in traffic with a 'please help' sign up. She was on the corner of Belmont St and the route 9 exit off 290. I swear this is a Clark student doing some sort of sociology experiment. I'm wondering if this has ever happened to anybody or is it just me..

The thing I don't get about follicles is this: they seem completely to work against the human race after a certain age. I'm assuming girls probably got beef with this problem too, but for guys I think it really sucks. You start getting hair in places
that have no use for it, and even if there was a practical application for it, I don't see how a few pathetic patches of hair growing in that particular area would merit any benefit unless it was as thick as a dog's coat of fur. Then you wouldn't need clothes.

So all I'm doing today is killing time until tonight. I will now be in Worcester county all day, and if anybody reads this in time, join us at the Pho Dakao on 593 park ave at 7. I've discovered that at least for now, the Pho' serves dishes that are 3 times better caliber than the mess at the Dalat. I hope it's just a phase, because I really truly do love that restaurant from the bottom of my soul, but lately it's like they've stumbled back in time to the stone age of southeast Asian cuisine..

Part Two: I'm having relationship problems..

I never thought I'd see the day: Folks, I hate to say it, but lately, the DALAT is kind of starting to grow old on me, but I'll be quick to point out why: THEY NEED TO GET A NEW STAFF THAT CARES FOR IT'S CUSTOMERS AGAIN. My friends all feel like they're getting short changed there every time they go eat. We kept going there trying to support the cause: people might remember how back at WPI, me and my sister almost single-handedly, brought the entire WPI community to be aware of the existence of this fine restaurant, thus bringing in people by the dozens.. If you were from WPI and had heard from a friend about the Dalat, I promise you that that friend of a friend was either friends with me or my sister somehow, but so much for gratitude..

I hope Kevin isn't reading this; Kevin if you are, I'm sorry man!! I love your restaurant, but unless you're working the kitchen personally, the service there lately is starting to 'blow chunks', as they gracefully in upper class circles. Sadly, this is the closest I've come to ending a relationship with a noun within the last 6 months. I'm not saying I'll never visit there again, but if there's anybody I've missed who still lives in the Worcester area, you might want to consider the Pho Dakao down the street during these pre apocalyptic times. The Dalat don't even get our orders of water right! and to add insult to injury, whenever our party is around on a Tuesday night to dine out there, our food always as a rule tastes like it is four days old. I swear they've been doing that on purpose just for our party, since I think they assume Cyra is too loud when she laughs there. All I can say is if you're going to dine there these days, go there only only when Kevin is the chef, and the little bratty Asian high school girl isn't waitressing there. And yet,

"we're always attracted to people with stoicism, but ironically we never take advantage of the fact we live in a shitty world to prove how stoic we really are. We'd rather whine.."


Enough is enough though. Writing this email has killed another 20 minutes before dinner at the Pho. Looking forward to it!

So I finally got back to keeping updates about my life again and for some psychological need of acceptance or recognition I've decided to continue posting
them up on a blogger like everybody else. And to those 4 people out there that read this on a regular basis, JD, Lizzy's Friends, Marty, and some girl in Oregon, you'll be happy to know that very soon, My new website, EDU-BOLICS, will become the new official website to pick up some of my written works.

So I've been very busy trying to get this derivative website up to sell some of my artwork. But I've also been working on my second book which I will brag is going to be one of the most comprehensive guides to Exercise Science and the art of getting in shape available on the market. This book
I personally feel can provide a great service to anyone who would be too frustrated
to have to figure out how to come up with a legitimate workout program for themselves that will actually work. It provides enough comprehensive illustrative workout programs that if you follow to the letter, no matter how out of shape or you are or how clueless you may be to being in tune with the art of physical movement and development, you're going to have excellent workout programs to follow that can help you for the rest of your life!
For those of us who didn't play for a division 1 school and get pampered by strength coaches or personal trainers who showed us the real secrets to getting in shape and improving
the physical abilities of human movement, this book is definitively for you ! And I'm not kidding either!! I'll vouch for it by saying every workout program I've ever learned in the last 10 years on exercise
science and as a NASM certified Trainer, and every little secret I've learned for
strengthening muscles from my experiences training various people will be
chronicled in this book! My point? Buy the book when it comes out -- or forever hold your peace and don't complain if you are tired, obese and out of shape after that!


So anyway, I spent the recent weekend watching the ALIEN movie series and as you can guess I'm quite hooked on it right now. I know these movies came out 15 years ago or so, so "big deal" you're thinking. Yeah, you're right! This entire post is not a "big deal". I'm just telling you what I did this weekend. It all started on Friday at "Finders Pub" when I went to attend the weekly tradition of meeting with a bunch of guys at Finders Pub in West Boylston. Somebody had mentioned the recent epidemic of the Swine Flu Virus as a topic of conversation, and how a recent radio MC
had gotten fired for slandering Mexicans as being the root of the problem about starting the swine flu. As racist as that may be, it made people talk about illegal aliens, which eventually in my mind reminded me of the movie ALIEN. And lo, when I got back home friday night, I discovered that my housemate Joe had the entire collection to the movies from ALIEN. The rest of the weekend, as we say, is history.
I spent all day Saturday with the Uptegrove Sisters watching ALIENS, and then last night after work I watched ALIEN 3. I even won 30 bucks this weekend when I bet Joe
that there was supposedly a 3rd race of Aliens in the ALIEN franchises that appeared in the film that no one remembers. Woke up this morning and watched ALIEN 4 and
and like someone needlessly obsessed with a topic and a free morning to kill, after a bowl of cereal decided to go online to learn more about ALIENS..




For some reason, there's dozens of essays on Sigourney Weaver's character "Ripley" from the movie series "Aliens" smeared all over the internet. For the sake of the common good, I've decided to post the best dozen links to various angles people can play out praising Ripley as the ultimate heroine in action movies. If you want to waste your entire after morning like I just did over a bowl of cereal, here is
some great literature concerning the absurd and over exaggerated sociological importance of Ripley in the grand scheme of things for you to ponder .. No, I couldn't make these hyperlinks! I suck at troubleshooting html.. Just read em!


http://pov.imv.au.dk/Issue_16/section_1/artc4A.html



http://www.helium.com/items/132886-women-in-horror-films-ripley-the-alien-and-the-monstrous-feminine

http://www.freewebs.com/mgutman/narrativeanalysis.htm

http://www.megaessays.com/viewpaper/46432.html

http://www.horrordiva.com/new/essays/alien.php


And, oooh, this was a good one!..

http://www.notcoming.com/reviews/alien/

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/nullasalus/blog/film/aliens_goldstein.jpg&imgrefurl=http://thistosay.blogspot.com/2008/12/james-camerons-aliens-1986.html&usg=__JdztygOiEl9o7uBuknaBgSfrq48=&h=526&w=350&sz=32&hl=en&start=6&sig2=5MJoDIL9X1kUm65nJgIe7w&um=1&tbnid=I07A0fbu3HLIAM:&tbnh=132&tbnw=88&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dessay%2Bon%2Baliens%2Bripley%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&ei=0Bf_SZ7CIaXmlQfawvDmCg

http://www.physicsroom.org.nz/2cents/alien.htm


http://www.exampleessays.com/viewpaper/94979.html

http://books.google.com/books?id=fxuJfdjqnzoC&pg=PA214&lpg=PA214&dq=essay+on+aliens+ripley&source=bl&ots=jvQR3lPxFJ&sig=9Lx3JATUdaoawv-BVmNM9kCjl3A&hl=en&ei=7vv-SefEDomeM7CKidME&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=10

http://www.dreamessays.com/customessays/Culture/9737.htm

Folks! No, I'm not dead.. I've been pretty busy working on a new book that I'm writing, sorry I haven't been able to update properly. In fact, I've been so busy, I haven't had time to collect my memoirs and post them online...

With that in mind, this week, if this post wasn't bad enough, I've got a sub writing
the rest of this post who will be playing the role of me this week. It's not even
like my writing style, and to add insult to injury, I'm curious if anyone will be able to note what's going on. I'm sorry if it's so redundant, but I didn't write the thing! So without further ado, my post this week is the most weak and insincere one I've written ever. Let's see if anyone can figure out who was ridiculous enough to have the honor of subbing for me this week...

What Do We Consider Important

If religion is not as important to people in New England as it is in other parts of the country, then what do we consider most important?

Honestly, I would need Gallup to produce another poll or reveal more information than what was in the report I mentioned in my last post to really get to the answer. But, since I've lived in Worcester, MA for 85% of my life and... since this city is perfectly situated within a 1 hour drive to all of the major cities in NE except for Portland, ME (2+ hours) - I'm going to make some assumptions and take a guess at what we consider important.

We consider community to be important. You might be saying to yourself, "that's a no brain-er" or "that's true in other regions of the country as well". So, that brings me to the type of questions I would like Gallup to study.

For example,

* "How are you involved your community?"
* "To which organizations do you give your time and money?"
* "How much time in your week do you dedicate to community involvement?"
* "How much money do you give each year to community organizations?"

I believe we would rank very high in a national poll about community involvement. People here are highly ambitious and sometimes involved in several community organizations at once. My next post will discuss some of these organizations.


What Do We Consider Important

If religion is not as important to people in New England as it is in other parts of the country, then what do we consider most important?



Honestly, I would need Gallup to produce another poll or reveal more information than what was in the report I mentioned in my last post to really get to the answer. But, since I've lived in Worcester, MA for 85% of my life and... since this city is perfectly situated within a 1 hour drive to all of the major cities in NE except for Portland, ME (2+ hours) - I'm going to make some assumptions and take a guess at what we consider important.

We consider community to be important. You might be saying to yourself, "that's a no brain-er" or "that's true in other regions of the country as well". So, that brings me to the type of questions I would like Gallup to study.

For example,

* "How are you involved your community?"
* "To which organizations do you give your time and money?"
* "How much time in your week do you dedicate to community involvement?"
* "How much money do you give each year to community organizations?"

I believe we would rank very high in a national poll about community involvement. People here are highly ambitious and sometimes involved in several community organizations at once. My next post will discuss some of these organizations.

What Do We Consider Important

If religion is not as important to people in New England as it is in other parts of the country, then what do we consider most important?

Honestly, I would need Gallup to produce another poll or reveal more information than what was in the report I mentioned in my last post to really get to the answer. But, since I've lived in Worcester, MA for 85% of my life and... since this city is perfectly situated within a 1 hour drive to all of the major cities in NE except for Portland, ME (2+ hours) - I'm going to make some assumptions and take a guess at what we consider important.

We consider community to be important. You might be saying to yourself, "that's a no brain-er" or "that's true in other regions of the country as well". So, that brings me to the type of questions I would like Gallup to study.

For example,

* "How are you involved your community?"
* "To which organizations do you give your time and money?"
* "How much time in your week do you dedicate to community involvement?"
* "How much money do you give each year to community organizations?"

I believe we would rank very high in a national poll about community involvement. People here are highly ambitious and sometimes involved in several community organizations at once. My next post will discuss some of these organizations.

" A rare scene in the movie, where Leonardo DiCaprio shoots the breeze with a 19th Italian Rat Pit Bookie "


For no particular reason today I went to the Dalat restaurant twice in one day and brought a DVD copy of "Gangs of New York" both times into the restaurant so I'd have something to read in case my friends who were supposed to meet me there would be late. I showed up there for lunch to meet with my friend Hamel who out of the blue decided to head up north from Florida to visit (why he didn't tell anyone he was coming up was beyond me, but I've come to accept the eccentricities that make up anyone that once dwelled in Worcester county (including me) ). I think that's what this town does to you; If you don't get lost living vicariously watching TV all day, you start to do more and more random things to keep things entertaining since Worcester has almost no artistic culture to offer that can last more than a week around here.. (I think ice capades was in town last week).. At any rate, he showed up in time so I was never able to read the back of the DVD like I wanted to, so then after spending the day wandering around in the woods I came back into worcester for dinner at the Dalat and accidentally bumped into Laurel and Lee, who upon noticing I had a copy of "Gangs of New York" in my hand proceeded to invite me to come watch the movie at their house after dinner...


So one might wonder what the movie was about: as far as I gather, two ethnic groups of New Yorkers in 1847 hate each other for getting on each others nerves. One claims to be a "Native American" crew of original settlers who can't stand all the Irish hanging out everywhere. Leonardo DiCaprio wants to prove them otherwise and lead sort of a revolt. Cameron Diaz does a great job as the village slut, and props had to be given to Daniel Day Lewis as madcap 'conservative' community leader with an insane talent for throwing knives like some sort of video game boss living in 19th century New York. Without wanting to give out any spoilers, the movie tragically ends when all hell breaks loose and the provocations from every clique in New York annoying each other senselessly turns out into an all out riot that ends up practically razing the city to the ground .. (luckily there's more to the plot so I didn't give out to much)



Nevertheless, I was introduced to a tragic story of xenophobic communities senselessly warring against each other. -- And even though it was partially exaggerated historical fiction, it got me thinking; most wars get started over the trivial stupidity of two or more communities not being able to settle their differences. And once either party get caught up in the metaphysical momentum of resentment by letting a few brutal incidents or arguments in ideology spark up a needless stream of un-parried outrage or major battles, then eventually, even if generations later, two different groups of people hate each other and can't even originally remember why.

If only we humans had the capacity to zoom out of our own existence, and with a more macroscopic point of view, see how even an accidental or unfair grievance done against our respective community is the same thing as getting a mosquito bite if only we as a community were strong enough to absorb it like that.


What we really need to understand is this true universal axiom of truth: If you're strong enough to absorb any blow, you don't need to retaliate because such impudent attacks against you aren't strong enough to bring you to your knees anyway...... Of course, we in this very age are hypocrites, me included. Anyone can rant about giving peace a chance, but then again, no one I know has had to live in a war torn country so it's probably different. Give us one major tragedy and all hell' break loose and we would probably turn against each other just like the Irish in this absurdly entertaining movie... It's ironic really; war torn countries would want to be like us and live in our civilized peace. And yet we who are in civilized peace -- we're too dumb to appreciate serenity so we need to live vicariously through movies to keep our lives 'interesting' so we watch.... Gangs of New York..


All the way home, I couldn't help but think what I would have done if I was Leonardo DiCaprio, and that this tragedy of the two sides of disheveled New Yorkers could have been avoided if only a third party decided to attack both sides during their melee --- but disguised as an alien invasion. I'm talking real aliens and not the national guard coming in to restore order. Why aliens? Because for once in the course of human history, all races of people could put their comparatively trivial differences aside and bond against one common unholy enemy.... Any terrorist group that could pull off attacks while disguised as aliens and willing to take all the heat from the rest of the world could very well grudgingly be commended for their actions.. ABSURD? It could work....

My housemate who seemed like he was quite stoned when I got back from watching the movie at Lee's house told me that that idea had already been used: "That's what the Watchmen was all about"

I however, had my doubts since the plot line isn't exactly about terrorists disguised as aliens who's mission statement is simply trying to get everybody to work together..

And now that I've got back, I am happy to announce that real soon, this site will be updated and upgraded. It will have a more professional look to it so that customers and inquirers can finally take me seriously, despite the completely reckless trains of free association that I dispell out on my blogs..

Here is a classic reply to my last blog entry... In the spirit of true oncore entertainment, this is a classic..


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Yours New Friend
Sera.


Lol, does this sound familiar? I just had this message in my inbox! It sounds almost identical to how your conversation started out. I don't know what other people say about the Jackdogg blog, but thanks to your recent posting I realized immediately this is a scam and some african male is trying to get me to send him money. Another life has been saved thanks to JackDogg!


- J. Breller