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Not really posting movie stuff (or much else) around these parts anymore, but I thought I should tell you that Stephen Chow’s JOURNEY TO THE WEST: CONQUERING THE DEMONS is available, legally, to buy on bluray over at yesasia, right HERE (you should. Right now.) I just ordered it because it’s ridiculously awesome and super crazy. Special mention for Shu Qi’ slightly insane, super charming, undeniably badass performance. EDIT: Okay I feel a little bad: I can’t mention Shu Qi and not mention Zhang Wen, who carries the entire movie on his shoulders and does a truly admirable job. In a Stephen Chow movie where Stephen Chow is nowhere to be seen, it’s great to see that they picked a male lead who could make you root for him the entire running time. So, yeah, good casting.
A truly awesome woman from 1902, dressed up as her idea of a woman general from the future. I have a crush.
Brian K Vaughan, Marcos Martin and Muntsa Vicente have a new digital comic out, available on the interwebs only. It’s a detective yarn set in a futuristic world where everyone has a secret identity (but no super powers). Its first issue is now available (you pay what you want for it) and it’s fucking great. Get it here.
You can choose to download it for free but that means you’re a bit of an asshole. EDIT: Someone just added “or poor” in the comments (referring to that bit about being an asshole if you don’t pay for the download). That person means well, I’m sure. Here’s the thing: you pay what you want. That means you can pay 50 cents for it. I don’t care how poor you are, if you can’t pay fifty cents for something that very talented creators have worked very hard on, here’s my advice: Wait. Save up. I’m asking you to save fifty cents. It’s not that hard. Then pay these awesome guys those few shiny nickels and read that awesome comic knowing you paid for something that deserves it. Don’t be part of that generation that feels they are owed whatever they can’t afford. Rise above that. Let’s reward creativity, shall we?
This is the cover for my band’s new album which should be ready in a couple of months. I’m extremely proud of it (both the album itself and the exquisite artwork by my dear friend Elise Simard). I can’t wait to share that music with you all, devastating heartbreak has never sounded so good. Or maybe it has, there’s some pretty good sad songwriters out there, but still this isn’t bad. And we have that amazing artwork… And songs about robot wars.
why are you no longer in my facebook friends? I miss your posts, your pictures... Tee
Is it wrong that I’m a little flattered by this question? Anyways: I deactivated my facebook account. I didn’t remove you from my friends list, Anonymous, I just closed my account entirely. If you scroll down on my tumblr page you’ll get, soon enough, to an entry about posting too much on facebook. If you read what I wrote it’ll give you a bunch of reasons why I did that and most of them have, I’m sure, some truth to them, but I feel like being honest with you. You asked me something so I’ll answer it. I left Facebook because of a girl. It’s that dumb. She used to be all over my facebook page and she isn’t anymore and there is a ghost of her, lingering there, and it sucks. I have a haunted facebook page, stained with callbacks to a better time in my life, when I felt important to someone I admired and had weird heartbeats for. You know what I’m talking about, Anonymous, don’t you? It’s like when you’re going out with someone and you hang out at a pub or a bar, a specific place, all the time, and then you have a falling out and the other person doesn’t talk to you anymore because you’re not an awesome engineer who can put a plane together or whatever, it becomes kind of tough to keep going to that place, doesn’t it? Even if the other person doesn’t show up there anymore, it still reeks of them. Facebook reeks of that girl. Facebook is that bar I can’t go back to for now. So I read instead. Been reading a LOT. Last night I finished a book by a guy named John Green, titled “The fault in our stars” which I highly recommend. I guess that’s something I might have written in a facebook status, no? I used to recommend stuff a lot. Take care, Anonymous.
» Asked by Anonymous
I post a lot on Facebook. I guess I do daily. Why? How much information/images/songs am I privvy to, that you are not? How much do you care that I’m excited about a movie coming out soon? Which funny cat picture am I going to find that a thousand other Facebook/Tumblr peeps aren’t going to post too? What’s so amazing about my opinions?
I’ve been wondering lately what the point was. Why am I always on here? Why do I check Facebook every hour? I was about to say “The same reason you do,” but assuming is for assholes, and I’m trying not to be one, so I’ll only speak for me: I do it for recognition. Because I want you to like and comment on my posts. That, my friends, is the only reason I do anything on these sites (Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram…) I want you to like me. The rest doesn’t matter. You’re invites to stuff? I ignore 100% of them. Don’t care. Won’t go. I don’t read 95% of what you post. I scroll through my bulletin board more out of boredom than actual interest. I’m not saying you don’t have valid things to say or share, I’m saying that on Facebook I don’t really care about them. We can grab a beer somewhere and talk face to face and it’ll be a different story, I’ll be interested in what you have to say (or I wouldn’t have shown up at the bar). But on Facebook? I’m there to see how much I can get you to like me. I’m there for attention. That’s 100% the only reason.
So, why do I need you to like me? I shudder at the thought of what a shrink would say to that. Something about how I don’t like myself enough, how I’m trying to compensate for a lack of self esteem by getting half strangers or long lost friends to give me that old pat on the back that is a well placed “like” or an appreciative comment under some picture or drawing or some rant. Or not. Here I am, assuming again. Maybe it’s simpler than that, maybe I’m just an attention whore.
Anyways. I want to try something else.
I’m going for a walk. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Close friends have my email and number. The rest of you? Just read the next thing, by the next guy, believe me, it’s just as good and deserving as this.
And then he magically stopped giving a shit and it was the best feeling ever…