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Holy Shit!!!!!!!!

Mark Rubenstein

or as I like to call him Lil'marky from the streets.com

He just left my apartment. We had a little Superhouse affiliates reunion.
For those of you who do not know Superhouse, It was the most...... no you know what. I'm sorry. It is a place that can only be remembered or described in feeling. the closest is maybe the first time you sex that fine girl from the coffee shop you been peepin'. But even that's still way off base. The only place that rivaled the Super house was the speakeasy we all came to love in the SAV as Le Pfaffer's. I of course held membership at both wonderful establishments.



SUPERHOUSE, never forgotten, never recreated.


Alright Marky I'll stop grabbing shit from your blog.

But damn do I love you so.


This weekend=Crunk.

Judge Dylan is also in town:

Waitress: What can I get for you hon?

Judge: What's the least amount of pancakes you can give me?

Waitress: Um... One, I guess.

Judge: Yes, I think I'll have that.

Also, a force to be reckoned with.

Yup, I gotta say it was a good day.

Got my Job back at the ol' Jimmy Johns. Which as much as I thought sucked before, is still better than having no job at all. Depressing state of affairs I must say.

So I'll be making sandwiches again. But I know now, I shall take it for granted no more. The idea of going to the store, picking out my groceries and BEING ABLE TO PAY FOR THEM!!!! sends chills down my spine. Chills of excitement. I'm kicking up dust now, and it feels good.

I really want to make a trip to New York to visit my brother and some of my friends.

I think the best thing that came out of college is the people I've met. All the fucking amazing friends i've made, and the fact that we're all around the country. Franchise.

I had this really disturbing, mindbending dream last night.

I was middle school aged, and I remember my mother making me hang out with this semi-retarded kid from the neighborhood who's parents wanted him to have friends.

At the begining of the dream I rememeber, it's just me and this kid alone in my bedroom. I was playing video games or something trying to ignore him. He's bumbling about my room, touching things and moving shit. Then all of a sudden he sits next to me and sits still.

Then with no warning or hint, he proceeds to reach over to my crotch and try to touch my weiner.

I freak out and yell at him. I remember not wanting to stop waht I was doing and he was gripping at my pants. Trying to drag my personals out of their cozy home.

The dream meanders from there a bit and I remember my mother making me go to his family's house for a sleep over.
The day starts with us swimming at a creek. His family is there and I wander off a bit to swim by my lonesome. The guy follows me and again struggles to unearth my Apollo 11...uh, 13. I fight him off the best i can in water, battling to keep my trunks on. All the while he's muttering "Uh Wun it... Uh wun it....."

the rest of the dream is me trying to avoid him while I have to stay the night at his house.........

fucked up right? I may need one of you to analyze that for me.

and as messed up as this is going to sound, just know that i'm not some narrow minded biggot or harmfully insensitive to the likes of our green world, but...

Are there gay retarded people? I mean, i'm sure there's got to be right? This is in all seriousness. I'm really interested to know.

hmm....

If there are any mentally challenged people reading this blog I apologize if I've offended.

hmm.....










Sorry, i'm back now. My roomates just unlocked "Tom Sawyer" on Rockband. I had to see it.

Damn I feel like i'm leaving you all without goodies here. Here is a mind altering substance that should satisfy or peak interest.




Crazy right?

The Whachowski's wanted to make it as far removed from reality as possible and as true to the essence of an anime cartoon as they could. Success? Time will tell.

Some parts to me look like Spy Kids shit, but most of the trailer is solid leaving me with a resounding, WTF? type reaction.

I'm' into it, It'd be nice if the movie doesn't try to make me believe in Speedracer and just wants me to enjoy Speedracer.

The problem with most of these comic book, cartoon, video game adaptations is that the filmmakers try so hard to make the concept fit into a realistic world we understand, that they lose the essence of what the idea was about.

Transformers for example. they spent so much time trying to make me believe that robots transforming and beating the shit out of eachother was plausible in my real world, where all I wanted was a silly cartoon concept realised in live action. It wasn't hard to get right, but some how they missed it in spades. Who gives a fuck? Just give me robots and a fun adventerous story rather than waste time on all the technical bullshit. It's escapism not realism. I'll watch my Werner's and my Cassavettes for that. I'm just saying something doesn't have to be plausible or believable for it to be good.

Anhow, I think the wachowski's realize this and are bringin the cartoon to the big screen and not just the idea filtered and mutilated to fit in a "real world" setting that just becomes convoluted and contrived, so much so to be unwatchable.


alright, alright.......

Enough movie shit.

Annisetta has been leaving me comments and I appreciate that, you all feel free to do the same.

Setta is this fine piece from back home that I went to highschool with......yeah we had a thing, but we were both too cool for each other, it just couldn't work.

Okay..... I lied, we didn't have a thing. She's great though. Super awesome. Thanks for the comments.

One more goody then I gotta go to bed. Have to show the open room tomorrow. New roomie!

Here's said goodie:


They made another, boringer version of that video for MTV play, it was fucking awful. This however is beautiful.

Thanks for watching kids.

Night.

P.S.

Visit Marky's blog on the right there. I can't describe to you his earthly influence and universal importance. You have to see for yourself.

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