Friday, May 25, 2007

I'm Mint Jelly

Dear Reader-

I'm currently at the alma mater, throwing shit around and getting crazy with my friends. I will be back in the game with full force as soon as I return back to the casa. Additionally, I don't have my computer with me because I don't really need it for anything aside from doing this and, clearly, I'm not going to be doing a lot of this with my spare time, if you haven't already noticed.

Additionally, I have been searching for Viking and Ninja Warrior clips. That post will come and it WILL blow your mind eight ways to sunday. Love it. So, until that time, go barbeque something for the fallen soldiers and get wasted in their memory. They would have done the same thing if they were alive. Godspeed.

xo, Ace.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Throw Some D's

Kanye West- Throw Some D's Remix Freestyle. Pay attention. It's not as misogynistic as it appears on its front. There's certainly some of that in it, but not as much as you would think.

This one is dedicated to Jodie Marsh and her failed attempts at love

Also, bonus video. Cracked Out- Bennigan'z from Human Giant 24 hour marathon on MTV. It was genuinely awesome all the way through. I watched it when I was awake and not watching Ninja Warrior, a show that I will blog about tomorrow along with Viking.

Even She Doesn't Deserve This

Jodie Marsh, a woman that I previously blogged about here, had the first casting for her television show. She got TWO people and one of whom was drunk. This is on television, I mind you. Now, I don't know a lot about Ms. Marsh, nor do I necessarily care to. I refer you to the following picture as my reason.

Now, I'm not here to pass judgment against Ms. Marsh, but, from the minimal research that I've done, it does seem like she gets around. As if her male partners have been quite numerous. Additionally, she would like to be in a gang bang. You say I'm being harsh? Look at her wikipedia page. Ladies, how often do you think to yourself and say, "damn, I wish I had five men instead of just two! Double penetration is just so vanilla! I just need more dicks than two!" If you do, welcome to the world that is Jodie Marsh. Well, that and sleeping with two other women's boyfriends at the same time because she's a homewrecker. In short and for the uninitiated, Ms. Marsh is, essentially, Paris Hilton but with fake breasts and British.

By saying she is Paris, Jodie takes on all of the qualities of Ms. Hilton with the bitchiness, cattiness, and being a celebrity for no discernable reason. But, fortunately for the Brits, Marsh's reality shows tank instead of succeed like Hilton's The Simple Life (You know there's another one coming out right? E!, why do you torment me with this show? I can't watch more than five minutes because it makes me want to throw my television out the window and myself swiftly afterwards) with that basehead Nicole Ritchie.

While she is already unlikable, she only comes more unlikable in my book by being a supporter of PETA (I don't really believe in Animal Rights. They are not our equals. Some stuff that might be seen as PETA-friendly is quite differently motivated), smokes like a chimney, and someone who is constantly craving public approval for being horribly untalented. Even so, she doesn't deserve only two people to show up at her audition. At least five to ten should have shown up. But, seriously, I don't blame anyone for not showing up. Honestly, I know more about her sex life from this half-hour on her wikipedia page than I actually do about Lindsay Lohan from years of reading about her and she loves the dick. I should have found out way more about La Lohan's sex life than I know now. Jodie's always in the media for his antics. Do you want to be married to such a woman where your marriage is just a cheap ploy to gain more celebrity? I'd rather get worn out by Lohan's nymphomania than be a sorry ploy in this tawdry attempt for public attention.

But, my repulsion aside, Marsh shouldn't have to suffer through the embarrassment of showing up somewhere to only have two people there. Her publicist should have spot checked and then told her, "Jodie, you're a celebrity that pretty much everyone in Britain hates. This reality show you're trying to cast for is stupid, and you should go take those implants out your chest and go use your mind. Alright, you don't have to take the implants out, but maybe you should actually go do something with your life instead of trying to be famous since that one's not working out too well for you." That just seems like the sensible thing to do in this situation.

I Already Know

I've been MIA for the last little while. There's a multitude of reasons for that. The primary one is that I've been floating around in a state of ennui about my future. This week, I'm traveling to the alma mater to discuss my future with my old professors, some of whom are now deans but that is not the point. The point is that upon further thought, I have no idea of how I can describe my particular project for grad school. The simplest way to explain it is I want to research 20th Century Cultural and Social History, post-World War II subcultures, race, gender, sexuality, critical theory, popular culture, visual culture, and cultural studies.

My probable main goal is to write about grindhouse cinema (read: Blaxploitation, Sexploitation, Camp, B-Movies, Slasher Flicks, Low Budget Sci-fi, etc.) as sites of true political debate. This means that while the general image presented in said films can be read in a negative way, but, as I will argue, those negative images are in fact a challenge to the mainstream thoughts and its confining thoughts about the topics discussed. While it may have been lascivious or culturally damning, I would like to examine the ways in which the grindhouse offered us the only space where true politics could be discussed without the implied morality that is suggested in much of the American discourse. In a simpler way, the grindhouse films are visual arguments on body politics.

Yes, that's a bit pretentious, but, if you have watched enough of these films, that argument begins to make a lot more sense. Additionally, this topic will probably change as I learn more about those subject areas. So, why does this involve me being not as active with the blog? That answer isn't quite good enough for me. I want to be able to answer it more thoroughly. The professors that I'm talking to are very good diggers. They ask a lot of questions and are very demanding. If I don't come into the discussion on point, they'll question my motives and this is one of the few things that I have been rock solidly confident about once I came to it. To not let them get to me, I have to be hyper-prepared. So, I'm going to work on that today. Hopefully, I can get back into a rhythm tomorrow (Maybe, something will happen).

I also owe you a sunday list, but I can't do that right now. If you want to know what I'm listening to, I'm listening to T.I.'s King. I was reading some dude on the net while I was seething with frustration at hip-hop snobs (I used to be one, but I got into hardcore Southern rap and that pretty much went out the window. I prefer electro and old-school, but hot is hot and I can't hate as a head. The game may be dying from excess materialism, but there's a lot of hella good talent out there right now. HELLA good.) and he was talking about how he was a T.I. hater too, but got over it with King. Plus, T.I. keeps calling himself the king of the South or the Jay-Z of the South. Might as well see if he proves his claims. So far, he is, but I'm only 4 in.