When I first started this blog I thought, "Great, not a single person listens to me. So, I need a viable alternative to just talking to myself out loud. After all, I feel as though I am the funniest man alive. Although this ego centric view isn't seen as one of my most loving features according to other people(people not funny enough for me to mention their name), it is still very true. I am my own number one fan.
For Example: I will say a witty remark to someone that will completely change their sense of what they know is funny. This is just second nature to me so I forget that I said it, while the other person is just floored with how inferior they are to my hilarity. They will then try to steal my thunder and recycle my words over and over again just to make themselves feel better. Finally, they will then say it back to me at a later date and I will think it is so funny. However, as soon as I find out that I was the origins of this comedy, I will usually just say, "that makes sense."
For those of you who followed along, thank you for basking in my love for myself. For those of you who couldn't keep up.........I don't know what to say. I feel bad for you now and I don't even know you....This is awkward.
Anyway, When I first started this blog, I thought this would be a great way for me to get my thoughts out into the world. Yet, School and a girlfriend consumed most of my time. This is ok, because I love giving all my time to my education and my girlfriend, I just wish that I had more time to give you what you all want, which is my thoughts.
Just so you know, I am feeling good. I am alive. I am on break. I am filling my time watching the Ken Burns documentary: The War. This...is surprisingly not as funny as I thought it would be. The rest of my time is filled with a lot of Academy Award winning films such as: Psycho (Best Black and White Creepy Film), Santa's Slay (Best Movie Starring Bill Goldberg), Halloween, Hatchet (Not the Gary Paulson book), The Devil's Rejects, House of 1,000 Corpses.... You get the picture.
This is very much an unintentional Rob Zombie break. I have even watched his films with Directors commentary. This has yet to make any impact on my life.
Also, I am reading the distinguished author Dean Koontz. If you haven't read his books, they usually deal with gripping plot lines that include Pulitzer worthy characters such as, Boy, Girl, Giant Spider, Elvis, Another Giant Spider, Alien, Dog-Monkey, Monkey-Dog.
I know what your thinking. "But Reid! Why I am so bored with my life that I am actually reading your blog and posting comments (Which nobody has)?"
This hurts my feelings, but let's pretend you asked.
"Reid, why after a grueling quarter at school, reading intense history books, taking care of friends and family, and keeping up with your band (JRuss&the T's), are you just filling your vacation with mindless crap?"
My answer to this is......yes. Because I don't know how to answer it any other way. I just am.
Love, Greed, Lust, and the Holiday Season,
Reid
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Horror Movies
I constantly find myself in this situation. I fight everything that I know can be described as rational thought to stay up late to watch horror movies when I should be getting sleep. I don't really watch movies that much anymore. Which makes it more puzzling to try and understand why only late at night I get a craving to watch some horror movies. This doesn't happen very much, but when it does, I wake up in the morning wondering why my standards of living stoop so low in the late night hours. When I do indulge in a movie, it should be good, educational, and most importantly...guilt free.
When I was younger. The movie child's play terrified me. I remember sleeping on the floor in my brother's room because I kept hearing footsteps in my room. Even though it was all in my head, those little feet tapping across my white carpet nearly ruined any chance of good sleep. What makes it even more bizarre was that I was well on my way to three hundred pounds at the time. (I was really hungry, but that's another story). I didn't seem to realize that the size difference would make quite an immense challenge for the little guy. Although my severe sedentary lifestyle would give him virtually an immobile target, I doubt that whatever sharp object he could muster in his little hands would barely be able to pierce my impenetrable wall of...well...fat.
So when I finally reached the age of realization that one chance encounter with Chucky (His Surname) would end in me slaying him, I embraced horror movies.
I started to watch them and wonder why I was afraid it the first place. I like to see the ways people deal with fear. Whether being chased by a doll, or a man in a mask, or a Kitten named Friskers who has an insatiable thirst for blood, I like to see how people handle scary situations. The uncertainty of Death is the one thing that everyone has in common and remains the one topic that not many really chose to explore. When we explore this "dark side" if you will, it can be a good coping mechanism for an uncertain future.
There are many different reasons why someone may want to watch these films. Whatever my reasons, they certainly aren't reasonable enough to watch some of the crap that I do.
Which brings this little charade full circle. There really is no good reason why I watch this filth. Yet, sometimes I am still drawn to it. I'll try to tone it down, but you know what they say...................Please someone give me a musing anecdote so I don't feel so bad for watching these movies. It's starting to get really depressing.
When I was younger. The movie child's play terrified me. I remember sleeping on the floor in my brother's room because I kept hearing footsteps in my room. Even though it was all in my head, those little feet tapping across my white carpet nearly ruined any chance of good sleep. What makes it even more bizarre was that I was well on my way to three hundred pounds at the time. (I was really hungry, but that's another story). I didn't seem to realize that the size difference would make quite an immense challenge for the little guy. Although my severe sedentary lifestyle would give him virtually an immobile target, I doubt that whatever sharp object he could muster in his little hands would barely be able to pierce my impenetrable wall of...well...fat.
So when I finally reached the age of realization that one chance encounter with Chucky (His Surname) would end in me slaying him, I embraced horror movies.
I started to watch them and wonder why I was afraid it the first place. I like to see the ways people deal with fear. Whether being chased by a doll, or a man in a mask, or a Kitten named Friskers who has an insatiable thirst for blood, I like to see how people handle scary situations. The uncertainty of Death is the one thing that everyone has in common and remains the one topic that not many really chose to explore. When we explore this "dark side" if you will, it can be a good coping mechanism for an uncertain future.
There are many different reasons why someone may want to watch these films. Whatever my reasons, they certainly aren't reasonable enough to watch some of the crap that I do.
Which brings this little charade full circle. There really is no good reason why I watch this filth. Yet, sometimes I am still drawn to it. I'll try to tone it down, but you know what they say...................Please someone give me a musing anecdote so I don't feel so bad for watching these movies. It's starting to get really depressing.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Little Seahorse
I really don't know why I am doing this right now. I believe that this is more for myself than anyone else. I don't really have any fun or musing things to say on a daily basis. However, I do believe I am very perceptive to human awkwardness or suffering. While that sounds slightly morbid or just plain creepy, I like to people watch. I want to take the time to see why people are the way that they are. Why they do the things that they do. I am part of this life sentence of an observation experiment. I constantly do things that I am like, why the hell did that happen?
All I know is that if it was important enough in my own brain to do something as outlandish as start a blog, then I have something to say. Whether or not you hear it, at least it is out there.
It will be out there.
I will talk about music.
Random things I see in my day to day.
How I am feeling.
Other things that I know really won't be exciting to anyone else but me or my twin brother Garrett Fogaltine, whom I am still convinced exists but probably not under that moniker.
I hope you enjoy random posts about absolutely nothing. Yet, for some reason or another, have importance to me. Its ok, I like me.
Listening: Devendra Banhart - Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon
All I know is that if it was important enough in my own brain to do something as outlandish as start a blog, then I have something to say. Whether or not you hear it, at least it is out there.
It will be out there.
I will talk about music.
Random things I see in my day to day.
How I am feeling.
Other things that I know really won't be exciting to anyone else but me or my twin brother Garrett Fogaltine, whom I am still convinced exists but probably not under that moniker.
I hope you enjoy random posts about absolutely nothing. Yet, for some reason or another, have importance to me. Its ok, I like me.
Listening: Devendra Banhart - Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon
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