I feel like...

What if there was one more required class at Vassar College entitled, "I feel like..." and everything you said in class had to start with the phrase, "I feel like..."? And whatever followed that phrase could, but wouldn't necessarily have to, be related to what the person who spoke before said. And the professor would always respond "That's good," and then translate what you said so that the rest of the class can actually understand it.

...cuz, I feel like... that's what class is like anywayz.

JOURNAL! ...Journall!

Dear Web Blog,

Tomorrow is a Friday. Prepare for all weather conditions.

Be warned.

Yours,
VickiVictoria.


Dear Cyborg Journal (Nerd talk. Leave now if you have an allergy),

I suppose you could call it problematic(problemaddict) that I sat through all of Terminator 2: Judgement Day thinking that John (Not these names: Coltrane, Proctor, Smith, etc.) Conner was the father to himself. I don't know where I got that. but it only made sense at the time that this man from the future impregnated sarah conner with himself. i didnt know the truth then. so, i'm thinking, what is this? some sort of god fathering himself (jesus/redeemer/savior of mankind)type of deal? and that there are all of these freudian oedipal moments between john conner(son/jesus/oedipus) and sarah conner(mother/mary/jocasta)...especially when she says "i've always loved you, john". and I think it is on purpose, from james cameron. turns out, that just isn't the case. but I cannot get over the feeling of viewing this movie in such a mode of thought. it fucks with you. i swear it. i wonder if anyone else has ever watched terminator 2 under a similar train of thought. yeeeash. here i am trying to watch a simple action movie and i am stuck thinking in circles of what came first the chicken(father?) or the egg(son?).

Confused?

Bored?

I warned you.

On to the cyborg(tha govenator).

Question: Does he ever become human?

Answer: Maybe. When he says, "I know why you cry", you think he has become human. But. DO NOT BE FOOLED INTO THINKING HE IS ANY MORE THAN MACHINE. Then. "But, it is something I can never do." HE WILL NEVER CRY. Okay, so, no. The terminator will never be able to feel human emotion... maybe this is the thing that makes us essentially human? WHO KNOWS? ...ZIZEK? Our little Uncle Bob (Aaanuld) will only ever do what he is programmed to do. He is NOT human, despite his certified organic exterior. He is SUPERhuman (transcends emotion, only deals in reason and computation). Post human?

Termies is also ultra über masculine unlike other cyborgs we have seen (Robocop is feminized despite tough shell as his humane peen is replaced by a paltry and artificial gun and he/she/it is nursed back to health like a babe at the nip by the short-haired female police partner officer lewis. side note: the terminator and robocop are complete opposites as far as machine interior/organic exterior vs. organic interior/machine exterior goes).

We could also point out how gender roles have been reversed for sarah conner and her crazy buff arms... but it is 3:48am on a thursday and bed calls to me.
Be Warned. Yours, VickiVictoria.

i've been meaning to say...

i want to say the same thing about Avatar as everyone else... bad dialogue, bland script, weird tropes and amazing imagery.

but what i really should mention is that i saw the movie in 3D while eating beef jerky, raisinettes, sour patch kids, reeses pieces, and nachos and cheese cheese cheese, sweet valveeta cheese. the theater was regal on 13th and broadway in manhattan and the audience was very cynical. they laughed, i laughed, and we laughed. at everything--especially the spirit sex scene.

i dont need to tell you that i felt sick afterward.

http://gawker.com/5445676/the-avatar-navi-sex-scene-revealed
..that should be interesting.

Cabin... Still...

Cabin Still Hand Made Sour Mash Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey...

"almost as good as Jameson"-- liquor salesmen on hooker ave., pokeeps, NY

@ $9.99 a liter it is... okay. learns, turns, and burns your stomach. not even in the same realm as Jameson's holy holy holiness.

if anything, i am a Level I Hoarder.

the instant response, for me, is to save the thing.

does that make me a hoarder? yes, it does.

level one, baby.

Odd Dream!!!

Luis, tell me about how you are not at Vassar anymore but last night you were in my dream.

WHYYYYYYYYY?!

I MEAN DAY-UM.

Monday Maddness: thoughts, quotes and dweams

it's on.

Quotes of the Day:
"You're from Vegas? Oh my god. I lived there for three years and then had to leave after I got addicted to crystal meth. Can I get you some water with your soup and sandwich?"
"Who needs soap-operas when you've got the 5:00 news in Vegas?"
"Feel free to steal wi-fi from Juliette's Cafe"
--The Wrapsody Deli Proprietor

"Somes calls me Susan, somes calls me Mary."
--Huck Finn, on repeat in my head.

"Why-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai. Rock-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai."
--Missy Elliot, "Work It", on repeat in my head.

This Morning's Interrupted REM Cycle Recall [DREAM SEQUENCE]:
A reefer with Irene. We decided to walk around town (not sure what town--a mix of NYC Chinatown, Albuquerque and Paris!!!). She decided to walk ahead and look at some street vendors. I stopped at a Mexican Restaurant to order an enchilada, but realizing that I needed to catch up with Irene and that I had already eaten right beforehand I told the waitress to cancel to order. Unfortunately, she had already put the order in and seemed a little put off. I ran out the door but felt kind of bad about it. I had to find Irene.

Oh! There she is, she's entering that huge restaurant over there. I better follow her. Okay, now I am inside. Why is she hopping over the bar? I hop over the bar. We are stoned. She hands me Jones Soda with an okay picture on it, and chugs one for herself. Why couldn't we have just ordered one instead of hopping over the bar and taking it for free? Now she's going in a back room. I follow her. It's another dining room with a huge projector in front of all the tables. She goes in front of the projector and starts performing but she's got the giggles. The patrons look confused. I get nervous and uncomfortable. IRENE! What are you DOING?

Wait. She's not giggling anymore, this is getting serious. The patrons are really into it. This is the most amazing performance I've ever seen. She knew what she was doing the whole time. Now she's turning into something but is still part Irene. Is she an Eva? Is this Neon Genesis? Or is she an avatar? Are we all avatars? Irene is controlling herself within my dream and I am just watching in amazement. Irene is having a lucid dream inside my non lucid dream. Everything I am doing is making sense in normal reality but she is proving to me that this is indeed a dream. Show's over. Everyone loved it!!! I loved it!!! Incredible. And then I woke up!


Recent Self Discoveries:
--I love cutting hair. It is like zen to me now. I gave someone a mohawk last night for the musical Rent, and it felt gooooooooood.

Recent Emoticon Discoveries:

\m/
--a great way to express how much you love rock n' roll. also good for hailing satan or a cab.

;(
--pirate. think about it.

Questions:
--Insensitive German and Intensive German. Which class sounds like more fun?
--Does Brigid Berlin love pugs more than Madd-dawg-cich-town?


Thoughts:
--This is the film department not the DRAMA department.
--Thanksgiving, leave your diets and your deities behind.