You get that damn fruit bat out of my nostril right now.
Since Dave posted about Revolutions, I thought I'd follow it up with Goat's and my theory about why the 3rd movie was about as enjoyable as a third-generation copy of a donkey show featuring any of our grandmothers (a lot of people are down on the Reloaded, and although it wasn't quite as great as I'd hoped, I did enjoy the movie. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was a hundred Smiths, or the music, or the annoyingly enigmatic ending. Sure, parts were almost cringe-worthy, but I enjoyed it overall). I don't think he or I posted this yet, but if we did, forgive me for the redundancy.
Andy and I talked about the shortcomings of the trilogy after we got tired of brainstorming things that Amish could scrog in order to simulate the female experience. What we decided on was that, if nothing else, the first movie succeeded because it was all about Neo's life and development, and so individual people could relate very strongly to it. The 2nd and 3rd movies tried to expand into huge epics that dealt with not one person but humanity itself, and in so doing the ability to relate and empathize with the characters was lost in a mass of people.
UNI's writing contests begin tomorrow, and I'll be entering. I don't know if any UNIers read this thing, but if they do...they have till 4 tomorrow to drop something off at the English department office and try to beat me. I mean, I know it's obviously a futile effort . . . but . . . might as well try. Although I am the SMARTEST MAN ALIVE! SMARTEST! Ha! HAHAHAHHAA!
ALSO: Forgot I was going to write about my dream. We were all standing around the football practice field near my parents' house in Albia when guess what? Zombies came! And then giant skeletons on choppers (the motorcycle variety). Fuckered. One of the skeletons was a decent guy, though, and chased off the others long enough for us to escape. So Bil, Goat, me, and some others hid out in a motor home and hoped the biker skeletons and zombies wouldn't kill us. Right before I woke up I saw Dave walking foolishly in the open, going to Hess Drug.
Well, that was pointless.
Andy and I talked about the shortcomings of the trilogy after we got tired of brainstorming things that Amish could scrog in order to simulate the female experience. What we decided on was that, if nothing else, the first movie succeeded because it was all about Neo's life and development, and so individual people could relate very strongly to it. The 2nd and 3rd movies tried to expand into huge epics that dealt with not one person but humanity itself, and in so doing the ability to relate and empathize with the characters was lost in a mass of people.
UNI's writing contests begin tomorrow, and I'll be entering. I don't know if any UNIers read this thing, but if they do...they have till 4 tomorrow to drop something off at the English department office and try to beat me. I mean, I know it's obviously a futile effort . . . but . . . might as well try. Although I am the SMARTEST MAN ALIVE! SMARTEST! Ha! HAHAHAHHAA!
ALSO: Forgot I was going to write about my dream. We were all standing around the football practice field near my parents' house in Albia when guess what? Zombies came! And then giant skeletons on choppers (the motorcycle variety). Fuckered. One of the skeletons was a decent guy, though, and chased off the others long enough for us to escape. So Bil, Goat, me, and some others hid out in a motor home and hoped the biker skeletons and zombies wouldn't kill us. Right before I woke up I saw Dave walking foolishly in the open, going to Hess Drug.
Well, that was pointless.
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