Why being sick is much worse than being hung over...

Well, it's simple really. When your hung over, at worst the residual effects last two days (and by that point, merely an occasional reality lag). When your sick, who the fuck knows - could be a day, could be a week. If you live in a shitty cold place like here, it could take a month to recuperate, much less to prepare for the next round. Come on superhuman immune system!

Stick Figure Theater Presents: Work Sucks (part 1)

(Admittedly this is old work, but unfortunately I don't get much better than this. Part 2 to follow shortly.)

13 reasons I need to see the Friday remake

(in somewhat of a particular order)
13) I have to find out whether Marcus Nispel fucked it up like he did when he directed the Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake.
12) It sounds as though the the first 3 movies are rolled into one - and I want to see if Shelly's character returns as well.
11) I bet they won't be cool enough to bring back the 'you're doomed' guy (even though he's probably a hundred fifteen by now)
10) It may be refreshing to see a fast Jason, not just a teleportational one.
9) To make sure its not all just some Krueger-induced fever dream (FvJ had a rather ambiguous ending).
8) In order to encourage Hollywood, and distributors to keep backing horror films. The last few years have been good to horror, but they've been dropping the ball on distro and marketing on some really interesting concepts (Repo, Inside, Midnight Meat Train, etc.)
7) You just can't beat a tried and true formula - stalk, kill, repeat. It's like evil shampooing.
6) Mrs. Voorhees, Jason's Burlap Sack, Jason's Hockey mask all together in one movie.
5) I was somewhat disappointed with the resurgence of Michael Myers (arguably my favorite slasher ever). Hopefully F13 makes up for it.
4) Blood, Guts, Tits, Ass, Jason. Duh!
3) I'm a friggin' horror dork.
2) In the vain hope that steadycam isn't used in every single motherfucking scene.
1) see #4.

Soundtrack (part 1)

What elements create and enrich the mix tape of life - exemplify the good, the bad, the neutral? How strongly are our lives tied to a sonic format? I'm truly amazed how a few bars or a catchy chorus associatively tethers me to my memories.

Here I'd like to delve deeper into the notes that bind my life; to find resurgences of details, lost thoughts. This is a multiple-portion series - essentially the liner notes to the soundtrack of my life so far. Perhaps my journey might jostle some relevant slash mirrored experiences from your own life. Please enjoy with me (not necessarily in chronological order):
SIDE A - Miasma oblongata

AC/DC - Back in Black

This song is for anyone who ever had a close childhood friend; one that you wanted to keep to yourself. They may not have been your best friend. I had a best friend, but (and I don't know if this happens with girls as well as guys...) this friend was the friend I chose to spend most of my time with - and vice versa. We seemed to recognize the universe's entropic progression better than any of our other cohorts. He was also the friend that, in a minute fashion, planted the seeds of 'teenage rebellion' in my spongy young brain.

The song 'Back in Black' - and subsequent album - were in all reality, the first music I heard beyond my parent's music and the kid-friendly music my friend parent's allowed played. A touch less acceptable (I'm imagining my parent's dismayed gaze as 'You Shook Me All Night Long' rocked its roguish tendrils into my seven year old cranium. Of course at that point, sexual elements were well removed from my grasp.) But it was a rash departure from safe kiddie fare like Raffi or the oldies and classical my parents tended to cherish.

In a fashion, it was an early sampling of the bittersweet departure from childhood. These secrets were shared primarily between my friend and I, even though neither of us grasped entirely what the gist of those secrets were. We just sat on my kitchen floor with my minute boom box playing a tape that plugged us into new, forthcoming realities.