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Post by Mary on May 17, 2004 2:09:37 GMT -5
Ummm I have absolutely no idea how to respond to ryosuke's post. That's pretty fucked up.... as for tonight's sopranos episode, alas, once again, i have to wait to acquire the tape from my friend. He's out of town this weekend, and I don't know his roommates well enough to impose myself and insist on watching their TV, so I'm just waiting around for him to come back (on tuesday) and we'll catch one of the reruns during the week. Lemme know if it was a good one, but don't tell me what happened! I just put up an ad on a rentals web page for a new roomie. I'm totally sad. My roomie I've lived with for 3 years is moving out in July. She's like my best friend out here.  Well....maybe the new roomie will have like an enormous music and movie collection... that would compensate... Cheers, M |
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Post by ScottsyII on May 17, 2004 5:20:53 GMT -5
Ryosuke, before the days when I drove everywhere I had a number of "interesting" interactions on city buses... I'll never forget the day I was innocently sitting listening to my walkman when a guy who appeared to be bum sat down next to me, with his little trolley full of recyclables and various items... the guy was clearly not living in a house.... he was filthy and he had this odd smell about him. Anyways, the wierdest part was the bus was empty aside from me being there, but he chose to sit in the seat next to me, thus blocking my exit from the bus... He was a big guy too, so iut was a tad on the scary side... Nowadays it's all about the road rage wierdos in this town than the freaks on the public buses.  |
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 6:54:12 GMT -5
Okay, I was trying to think of how to seperate this dream I had from The Sopranos, pretty sure that Mary was going to miss the episode again. So, I'm gonna make a post straight up about my dream...then I'm gonna throw in a quick "spoiler free" Sopranos review...then I'm gonna do the Sopranos spoiler thing.
Okay, first for my dream. No Sopranos spoilers here, and even if there were, I dunno if anyone's going to make it all the way through this monster...
As background, well, this Chinese dude from Shanghai murdered this Chinese grad student in the dorms over here. Far as I know, he's still at large. I was reading in the paper yesterday that this guy is 5'3, 130 pounds, just a little guy.
In my dream, I'm half-asleep, thinking about the murder. Then I hear this sort of rattling coming from above the door. I get up, open the door, look around. I'm at my girlfriend's- well, now it's pretty much mine, too- apartment, which has the washer and dryer in a shut-off, tiny room right outside of the aparment. I go out there, open the doors, and there's that little Chinese guy, curled up in a ball with an empty bag of charcoal beside him. I'm worried that he's got a knife in the charcoal- that's how he killed the girl, he stabbed her- so I back off. But then he comes at me and punches me, making me realize that he doesn't have a knife. So, yeah, I start kicking his ass. I mean, come on, the dude's 5'3, 130 pounds. So I'm all beating his ass, and I pick him up and pin him to the chest-high wall that seperates my apartment's porch area from the outside world. I've got his back bent over it, with one hand around his neck and the other on his stomach.
It's daylight now, and there are about four girls by the pool, which is in view from my apartment. I think there's one guy standing around there, too, and although he doesn't do anything in the dream and is only there for a second, he FEELS important as I type this.
I cry "help!" to the girls a few times, and at first I'm getting this sinking wave that they'll never be able to hear me, but then one does, and she calls the cops just as the Chinese guy starts fighting back.
I dunno if the cops were coming or what...I dunno what the deal is. But in this next scene, I'm in this huge concrete place, which I realize in retrospect was the parking tower at the hospital whose health promotion I work out at. I'm there, and although I don't remember exactly, I think that some of the girls from the pool were there, still in their bikinis. I'm not sure about this, either, but there was this redhead lady there, and I think she had an ambulance or something with her.
The Chinese guy is loose from me, I'm trying to get him but he keeps squirming away. He's breaking glass and throwing it in everyone's face. I don't know where this glass is coming from at all, but he's chunking it in the girl's faces and at mine. I'm blocking it away, but it looks like he's going to take out that redhead lady, so I'm all trying to protect her. He has a shard of glass in his hand, trying to kill one of us.
Then the cops show up and apprehend the guy. He's not the same 5'3, 130 pound little guy anymore...he's gotten fatter somehow, and I almost doubt whether or not he's really the guy who murdered that girl. Throughout the rest of the dream, I have similar doubts.
I do believe that in the next scene, I'm at work. Chili's. It's a busy Saturday night (Saturday night was the last time I worked), and I get there at 10:30 pm. I tell them that I was late because I was capturing "that Chinese guy that murdered that chick." Some people, including one of the managers, show mild interest, but nothing really. Then, this lesbian I work with, Michelle, who claims that she's the occasional bisexual, comes up to me. She's always making jokes to me and others about how every now and then she could go for a dick, but it'd have to be a guy like me, and I can never tell if she's just joking or if I could really do her. I can read girls pretty good, but this "lesbian who may occasionally swing the other way" shit is way over my head. I don't know.
Anway, in this dream, for now, she's all rubbing against me telling me that I looked really hot when I came to work in my undershirt with the sleeves cut off. I got this pang of lust for her that wasn't mired with the intimidation I usually feel when she's sometimes all rubbing her tits on me and groping me and laughing. In the real world, she usually ends up apologizing to me for being all lewd and "if a guy did that stuff to a girl, he'd get fired." But when she was doing it in this, I don't know if I kissed her or if I almost did or if I wanted to. All I do instead, I think, is shrug her off and tell her about the Chinese guy that I apprehended. Then- this part comes way out of left-field- I say that they find out that the guy was really Chris Rock. I don't know WHERE the hell that came from.
If you've ever been in the kitchen of any corporate restaurant, you've seen the computer screen that has all of the orders in the restaurant on it. You read the screen, set up the food, cook it, take it out, whatever. Anyway, my manager is looking at the screen, yelling at servers to come and get their food, yelling at cooks to make the food or whatever, when an image pops up on the screen, a television image. It's the Chinese guy, I don't know what he's talking about. But I'm in the restaurant, watching him on that screen. It's weird, because all of a sudden, that little guy turns into a puppet. Behind him is this black dude- not Chris Rock, I notice- who I guess would look scary if this was a scary dream and not some fucked up film noir bullshit. He was tall, lanky, had these long, gappy teeth, big white eyes- basically, the unconsciously racist Hollywood image of "scary homeless black guy in an alley." Turns out he's the real killer, and this Chinese guy is his puppet. Or something. I feel relief that I somehow captured the real killer. Or something. Images of the Chinese guy being fat and maybe not the real killer come back to me. It was odd.
Then, I'm talking to Michelle, the lesbian, and I tell her that the black guy who was controlling that Chinese puppet had joined Public Enemy (think it was PE, might have been A Tribe Called Quest), and there was some public outrage or something. I'm not sure, but before I know it, I'm back at my apartment, talking to someone a little frightened, and I lock the doors.
That's it for that part of the dream. I'm not sure if the dream just faded into the next part, or if I woke up and went back to sleep.
A black guy in this one, he's going to Amityville. Yeah, Amityville, just like in those scary movies. This dream did freak me out a bit, for some reason.
This guy's in "the city." He gets on a bus to go to Amityville, and in the seat across from him is this white guy, in a suit but with blond hair and a bit of a surfer guy voice. He says, "Dude, you're going to Amityville? Don't go there! I'm coming from there, don't go there!" So then he gets off the bus, and the black guy smiles because he's going to Amityville. Then he's staring at this CD player cover, y'know, the ones that cover the players in cars. It's yellow, and he stares at it and my dream zooms in on it, looking through his eyes- and by that, I don't mean like how in a TV show, you're just looking through the camera- I mean it like in real like, how you see the outline of your brow and nose and stuff. It starts making that "scary movie sound" of thousands and thousands of bees buzzing and screeching at the view moves closer and more intensely at the yellow CD player cover. The guy is becoming obsessed and possessed by it.
The rest of the dream isn't QUITE as clear as my "other one," but here's what I've got...
He's in Amityville, which is really just my apartment again. He's staring at things, and that bee-sound is all over the place. He's possessed by some kind of demon, and he wants to murder, just like in that Amityville movie. And for some reason (Christine!) the devil is in his car (which is my car, a black Mazda 626 that now has a dent on the rear driver's side where I backed into a dumpster) and he's obsessed with it. I see my car, all black and shiny in the moonlight, and it looks really fucking evil.
Then I enter the dream. So do JLLM and Rileydog, and we're all standing together, only we're all going by "Paul," although I realize full and well who we all are. We're arguing about what this demon-possessed man should do, and we're standing in the living room, watching him, but he can't see us, we're like ghosts. I keep saying that the dude needs to go back, away from Amityville, but Riley keeps saying that he should stay and kill people. I'm asking how he's going to get my car out of the apartment (the car wasn't in the apartment before; I don't know where this came from) and Riley is telling me to shut up. Then the devil/demon/Amityville whatever is no longer in my car, he's in the computer chair I'm sitting in at this very moment. Possessed black guy grabs the chair and runs outide with it, rips the seat off, puts it in my car, and drives off to kill people or something.
Then I woke up. Rolled over on my girlfriend, and goddamned if her alarm doesn't go off, telling her that it's four-thirty in the fucking morning and she needs to get up and get ready for work. I got up, talked to her about this dream (minus the stuff like lesbian lust and internet friends), then I put on some Jeff Buckley, got online and posted this dream before I totally lost it. Saving this thing in word, yes.
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:01:19 GMT -5
No Spoilers
Mary, maybe you'll like tonight's episode of The Sopranos, for many of the reasons you liked this past one you saw. Me, I didn't like it. In fact, it was far and away the most boring episode I've ever seen, and it really pissed me off and I've never wanted to change The Sopranos more than that before. My girlfriend even started bitching, saying that we should just change it to Food Network. I kept watching because I was hoping it'd get better, and because, well, I'm loyal like that.
Really pisses me off that RS got shut down before you had a chance to read my spoilers on the last episode, Mary. You missed my Top 5 list! Which included, Christopher's model comment, Janice beating up that soccer mom, some scene where Carmella faded out into green or something all acid-trippy, the ending, and something else I don't really remember. Hmph.
Mary, this is stupid, but I'd kind of like it if you came back and at least read my spoiler (next post) after you see this week's episode.
By the way, it comes on about four times a week on HBO, y'know...
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:11:48 GMT -5
Spoilers!!!
I don't know why I'm even posting all of this...without CWA and Lumen here, and Mary not having seen the episode yet...kinda useless, but I need the fix.
Anyway, watching that past episode of The Sopranos, I was getting pissed at Tony's stupid goddamn unending artsy-fartsy French film bullshit dream. It was really aggravating me and pissing me off.
I have to admit, though, it was pure genius to put in that ending, which is the spark of the war that's going on in the next two episodes. Without that, they'd have probably lost thousands of viewers, although I'm sure they lost more than a few with this dumbass, masturbatory episode we had here. I can't honestly rate the quality of the thing- that sort of film is way over my head- but whether or not it was clever or any good, I still feel that it was pure filler for a season of, well, a lot of filler and few high spots.
All that symbolism and stuff went WAY over my head, as me and most of the rest of the world just aren't trained to analyze that stuff. The only thing I got was the Scarface reference/tribute when Tony shot whatshisface and he was crawling through the street. That was, er, brilliant, yeah.
Of course, the most profound impact this episode had on me was the dream I posted above. All through Tony's dream, I'm thinking, "No one has dreams that vivid, no one remembers their dreams that well," and bam, what happens? I have a really long, really jumpy, aggravating French filmy dream that I remember almost perfectly. Absolutely amazing that something can have an impact on my mind like that...it's one thing to influence my dreams, it's another thing to influence their pattern and how I remember them. Purely amazing. Blows my mind, enough for me to have spent the last hour writing about it. Goddamn.
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:15:07 GMT -5
And yeah, Ryosuke...that's a pretty fucked up situation there, getting molested on the train by some horny chick. Wonder if she just goes around groping cock all day.
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Post by rockkid on May 17, 2004 7:48:00 GMT -5
Ryo I actually read a big article on that kind of thing years ago.
They even have a name for it.
It’s called frottage.
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:52:05 GMT -5
Haha Ryo got some frottage.
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:52:24 GMT -5
Man, I really need to go back to bed.
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Post by riley on May 17, 2004 7:54:32 GMT -5
How come shit like that never happens to me on the bus? Most I have to deal with are the occasional Pee Pee Passengers or the weekly bucket of KFC dude. The latter is fucking sadistic. I don't even eat chicken, but the Colonel's 11 herbs and spices are enough to drive anyone crazy, especially when you're trapped in a little fucking tube. Why do I feel like I've posted this exact same thing before? Good to know my repetition of material isn't exclusive to one website.  |
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 7:57:35 GMT -5
Mmmm...KFC. And yeah, Riley, I occasionally think of you when I'm tearing into some KFC Buffet.
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Post by riley on May 17, 2004 8:01:58 GMT -5
You know what man, it's probably almost like being on the juice when you eat a lot of KFC.
I'm just waiting for some professional athlete to test positive for sterhoid use, only to find out later he just really ate a lot of KFC.
Of course if you live on the ol' Dirty Bird you probably don't resemble much of a first class fucking athlete.
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Post by maarts on May 17, 2004 8:03:54 GMT -5
Trains...most of the time boring as hell but I've been threatened by a railway-staffmember and a security guard two years ago, have been beat up once in a Belgian train and, indeed, had a snogging session on board of one too...
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Post by maarts on May 17, 2004 8:07:01 GMT -5
The good thing anout trains in Holland is that the intercities have catering, including the possibility to buy beer. Travelling from the deep south to the coast only takes two hours, so hardly got time to get good 'n well blotto but boy, did I love that service when I travelled from my uni back home in the south and had the chance to down a few coldies before seeing the olds!
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Post by luke on May 17, 2004 8:07:19 GMT -5
I think if you eat too much KFC, you start playing the guitar all weird and join GNR and wear a bucket on your head.
I've never been on a train.
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