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12/26/2003
MY ONLY FRIEND(S)
It occurred to me that should the Degenerate Press staff go down in a plane
crash, almost everyone to whom I’ve willed my possessions in the past would be
going down with us (final count of DP’ers going is 9!) I have a perfectly
rational fear of flying, so should we all be killed here’s instructions on what
to do with the collection of detritus that is the DP HQ:
If you hear about a plan crash between now and then on a Delta flight to/from
Amsterdam and don’t hear from us for a week after Jan. 5, assume the worst. Send
out an email to [deleted] and it’ll reach everyone. (Anyone using this address
for any other purpose will be removed from our subscriber list and we’ll change
the alias immediately. I don’t want the headaches we had a few years back when
former degenerate AA used the list for his own purposes!)
Degenerate JM across the street is watching the place while we’re gone so he has
a key and is feeding the animals. I don’t know what to do about our beasts so
someone just step up and take the damn things.
Degenerate DN should probably be the one to clean off the DP machine and save
whatever efforts are worthy of saving.
I don’t know what SW has to say about it, but our music collection should
probably be split between her sister and degenerates CD and RVI.
Much of the art around the house is RVI’s anyhow so let him loot at will. I
can’t imagine anyone sharing our furniture or decorating tastes, but feel free
to ask whomever takes charge if you can have something.
There are boxes and boxes of photos, mostly an unorganized mess. Mine go to my
family, SW’s go to hers. There are a few boxes of band photos. Degenerate GN
gets those to do with as he wishes.
Whatever is left over should go to Salvation Army or other local non-profit
organization(s).
Should our bodies be recovered, SW wants to be cremated. I’ll need someone brave
enough to break the law and handle a body (DN & RVI come to mind) to haul me
down to the river and bury me there, no box, no chemical preservative crap, just
a hole deep enough to keep the animals from pulling me lose and causing a stir.
I think that’s it! No, I’m not hoping this happens, but I may as well prepare
for the worst and hope for the best.
In more cheerful subjects, most media outlets are doing their year in review
look back stuff the last couple of weeks, but you could look back over the year
of DP efforts at www.livejournal.com/users/degeneratepress or even further at
www.degeneratepress.com/vault.
Instead, let’s look ahead!
In January, assuming the aforementioned plane crash doesn’t happen, you’ll be
getting our full report on Amsterdam. If that ain’t something to look forward
to, you’re on the wrong mailing list!
February brings Valentine’s Day, not always our favorite day of the year but
I’ve seen a couple of burlesque shows listed for 2004 so even if you don’t have
that special someone, you can ogle something special.
Sometime in March or April (I need to look it up) is Fantasm. They have finally
confirmed a hotel and plans are beginning to gel.
We intend to do more camping and wandering this year, perhaps a return trip to
Texas and other points West.
By summer, it might have been long enough so that we’ve forgotten why we don’t
thrown many parties these days and get motivated to throw another.
Sometime in there, yours truly will have to find another job, perhaps even
another career. I’m helping to install the very system that automates me out of
existence and I’m tired of this field, so stay tuned for misadventures in the
job-hunting world (again.)
In the fall, we have another election to dread. I predict Bush will win in a
landslide against whomever the Democrats can muster. Degenerate KH had this
response to last episode’s mention of this:
From Long time fan. Bush lies.....andand just think the Clinton/Gore ticket oh
they were wonderfull honest people Ha Ha Ha... The only lie is to yourself...oh
let's elect Howeard Dean...no there is something to laugh about that guy is a
pussy..
For starters, there was no mention of Dean in that missive. Nor did I ever say
Clinton/Gore were honest people. I’ve said many times no candidate can be honest
and win the presidential election in this country, or almost any other election
for that matter. Americans have no interest in the truth, otherwise Bush and
Cheney would be swinging from a tree somewhere.
There are people I would choose over Bush. (Pretty much anyone on any street
corner, for example…) but we’ll save that for another episode.
And that brings us around to next winter, which is too far away for us to
consider at the moment.
Hopefully in there, we as a people will win the lotto or at least have tolerable
jobs, party hardy or at least get out once a week, and get all the love we want
or at least get laid once in a while. So while you’re counting down to the new
year, know that we are counting down with you (just a few thousand miles away
and 7 hours earlier.)
Happy New Year!
FILM FLAM
We caught Cold Mountain on Consumass day. SW enjoyed it, and I thought it was
well acted, fairly well directed, and pretty. You should definitely see it if
you like melodramatic period pieces.
I don’t.
Probably the biggest reason I don’t enjoy these films is the version of romance
portrayed in this type of film. Two people share a few words once or twice and
we’re supposed to believe they fall heels over head in love and establish a
connection so strong that they’d move mountains for one another? Skip the rest
of this if you plan on seeing this film – I might spoil a few plot points for
you.
Nicole Kidman and Jude Law talk to each other a total of three times and for
only a few moments each time. Then Jude goes off to fight for the South in the
Civil War. Three letters from Nicole reach him and that’s enough to make him go
AWOL, walk a thousand miles without food or shelter, risk being shot for
desertion, kill a few Union soldiers along the way, kill the local law
enforcement when he gets home, then ask for Nicole’s hand in marriage and spawn
a child on the first night he's back.
I understand his motivations to get out of the war and get home, but the
supposed love he feels for Nicole is just absurd. Porn is more believable. This
vision of romance is the stuff of Victorian poetry and complete codependent
CRAP. I prefer a story where two people hang out, spend time together, get to
know each other, and perhaps fall in love. Two people who see each other across
a crowded room once and are instantly willing to die for one another aren’t in
love, they’re insane.
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