So I may have mentioned that I was an amateur writer. Here is a little something something to start you off.
Artist
Air flutters my cloths.
I’m looking down at greatness.
My creation. My masterpiece.
The concern I felt has vanished.
The canvas spread before me is almost complete.
A cityscape, densely populated.
A few of the faces look up to the heavens,
screaming to god, getting no answer.
Others are huddled together, feeling loved.
All this as the bodies burn.
Near by a building crumbles.
They scatter.
Flames leap from there bodies.
I stand on the rooftop of my building.
A high skyscraper of a building.
My accomplishment below me.
I can hear their screams.
The sounds merge together to form a symphony of carnage.
The soundtrack of my movie.
The ground beneath me trembles.
I may just join my masterpiece.
It brings a smile to my face.
I wish they could see what I see.
It’s breathtaking.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Watchmen
I love movies. I have a huge gallery of movies at my home. About 850. Burned DVDs and regular DVDs. VHS tapes, I love me some movies. I also like to go to the theatre, when I don't get jackets torn off of me that is. I always have problems with theatres though. Mainly the talking. When I went with the girlfriend to go see Watchmen we didn't have many people in the theatre but the ones we did have talked. It takes away from the movie a little. Well, maybe a little more than a little. Another thing that took away from my experience was the Internet. Now, I am a comic book fan. A dork, a geek, whatever you want to call me, that's fine. I read comic books. Right now I'm reading "The walking dead" I am an X-Men fan. Mostly a Marvel fan but I do really like the Green Lantern. Anyways. I read Watchmen a long time ago and had forgotten most of what happens. So much to my dismay, I read some press about the Watchmen movie. In it, it gave away the death of one character and an event that would be in the movie. A rape scene.
This may sound cruel but with how much emphasis was put on this one scene in the article I thought it was going to be very showing and very brutal. What I watched was rather light. To say I was disappointed that nothing happened is not to say I wanted to see something happen. I just didn't understand the build up of something that by today's standards would be kid friendly. Now the movie I watched the next day "last house on the left" that was brutal. That was much more real. The type of scene that makes you uncomfortable to watch. I found myself laughing at the Watchmen scene. Not because of what the Comedian was going to do, but because it was presented in a rather campy style. With the two trading blows to the superhero "thunk" noise.
I rather liked Watchmen. I would put it in my top 10 comic book movies. But I would put The Dark Knight, Sin City, 300, and the first 2 X-Men ahead of it. And the third X-men a spot below it. I thought the ending was perfect. Something we haven't seen before. A smart ending that didn't have the hero walking off into the sunset, or riding a bat bike away with campy dialogue over it. Still one of my top movies but was it necessary to say "the world needs him, he needs to be the bad guy now?" Not really.
I thought the casting was perfect for Watchmen. It was a handful of unknowns. No one would watch this movie with Tom Cruise, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, and Kirsten Dunst in it. I like Jeffrey Dean Morgan from his role on Weeds. He played a perfect role. I loved Rorschach. There was plenty of twists in this. I felt the little ending thing felt tacked on even though it was in the book. Coulda done without it. I thought the final showdown of the movie was spectacular.
My only problems with the movie stem from some campy bits and dialogue, and the music. Let's start with the music. I loved every song, but they didn't feel right for the movie. I would have rather they made original music for the picture. Just instrumentals. That would have been better in my opinion. There was some campy little scene's like Nite Owl and Silk Specter playing with his gadgets. Not the love scene, the actual metal gadgets. While it was funny, it was not really needed all that much. The terms "costumed heroes" and "masked avengers" took me outta it a little. These are such old timey (i know the film is set in the 70's) terms. Make it "someones picking off heroes" or "someones picking off members of the Watchmen." Silk's line about being a "masked avenger" didn't really work because SHE DOESN'T WEAR A MASK!
Anyways. I overall really loved this movie. I'd give it a 7 1/2 out of 10. Also I would like to know the person who drew the short straw and had to animate Dr. Manhattan's swinging johnson. That must have been a fun job.
This may sound cruel but with how much emphasis was put on this one scene in the article I thought it was going to be very showing and very brutal. What I watched was rather light. To say I was disappointed that nothing happened is not to say I wanted to see something happen. I just didn't understand the build up of something that by today's standards would be kid friendly. Now the movie I watched the next day "last house on the left" that was brutal. That was much more real. The type of scene that makes you uncomfortable to watch. I found myself laughing at the Watchmen scene. Not because of what the Comedian was going to do, but because it was presented in a rather campy style. With the two trading blows to the superhero "thunk" noise.
I rather liked Watchmen. I would put it in my top 10 comic book movies. But I would put The Dark Knight, Sin City, 300, and the first 2 X-Men ahead of it. And the third X-men a spot below it. I thought the ending was perfect. Something we haven't seen before. A smart ending that didn't have the hero walking off into the sunset, or riding a bat bike away with campy dialogue over it. Still one of my top movies but was it necessary to say "the world needs him, he needs to be the bad guy now?" Not really.
I thought the casting was perfect for Watchmen. It was a handful of unknowns. No one would watch this movie with Tom Cruise, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, and Kirsten Dunst in it. I like Jeffrey Dean Morgan from his role on Weeds. He played a perfect role. I loved Rorschach. There was plenty of twists in this. I felt the little ending thing felt tacked on even though it was in the book. Coulda done without it. I thought the final showdown of the movie was spectacular.
My only problems with the movie stem from some campy bits and dialogue, and the music. Let's start with the music. I loved every song, but they didn't feel right for the movie. I would have rather they made original music for the picture. Just instrumentals. That would have been better in my opinion. There was some campy little scene's like Nite Owl and Silk Specter playing with his gadgets. Not the love scene, the actual metal gadgets. While it was funny, it was not really needed all that much. The terms "costumed heroes" and "masked avengers" took me outta it a little. These are such old timey (i know the film is set in the 70's) terms. Make it "someones picking off heroes" or "someones picking off members of the Watchmen." Silk's line about being a "masked avenger" didn't really work because SHE DOESN'T WEAR A MASK!
Anyways. I overall really loved this movie. I'd give it a 7 1/2 out of 10. Also I would like to know the person who drew the short straw and had to animate Dr. Manhattan's swinging johnson. That must have been a fun job.
Movies are violent
Second post. Could not pass up the chance to tell the tale of two weeks ago. Me and the girlfriend went to see the movie "Watchmen" I'll get to that in another post. The next day we decided to press our luck with going back to watch another movie "Last house on the left". We had filled up on Reese's pieces and popcorn the day before thus ruining our diet so we decided to just get a soda. Now, My girlfriend Cathy likes to remind me daily that I am rather picky about the food I eat. I am to an extent. I know what I like and I don't like to try to many new things. Food is something you can be picky about. Most people are. Now Cathy is picky about soda. As in she only drinks one kind. Mountain Dew. Or MTN Dew. Whatever the hell they are calling it now. She doesn't drink any dark soda. She doesn't even like much light soda. She will choke down a 7up if it is all that is available or drink a sprite if the occasion calls for it, but Mountain Dew is the only thing she really likes. Add to that the fact that she hates having ice in her drink. Not for any other reason than, and I quote, "they charge us the same for less soda if you get ice. If I don't get ice I get more soda for the same price."
That is my life folks. Wouldn't have it any other way. So we head into the movie. Behind us is an old couple. Not sure if this is really the movie to go to for your 40th anniversary. In front of us sits an Asian couple. In my experience those people who start off conversations with "I'm not racist but...." typically are about to say something racist. I'm not saying that they are Asian to imply some sort of racist comment, I'm just trying to paint a picture. About have way through a very decent movie these two start to talk. Not the raspy voiced whispers normally present in a movie theatre. I'm talking like pool hall conversation talking. I lean forward and say "Stop talking." They do. They are now my marionette. Five minutes later, it starts again. This time I give a very polite "Shut up!" Again the strings are pulled shut. The climax of the picture. A very good ending, but one that was accompanied by the jaw jacking of the couple yet again. This time I tell them to shut the F*** up. Not the smartest thing on my part, I know. But I was pissed.
As the credits roll, this guy stands up and starts glaring at me. At least I think he was it was dark. I give him the ol' "what are you doing" hand gesture. He explains to me in nice sophisticated words that I was going to get my ass beat. Now were having fun. He and his girlfriend, wife, sister whatever she was starts in on the fun to. You don't know fun until you get threatened in another language. That's what it digresses to. These two walk out of the theatre and we can still hear them in the hallway.
After a little bit me and the girlfriend leave the theatre also. She bombs away to the bathroom and I stand in the lobby. My gaze drifts over to my left. Standing about eight feet away from me is the now illuminated Asian male who has just informed me of his desire to fight me. or "take it outside" as it was. As I get a look at this guy I do the only thing I can. I laugh. Now, I am 6 foot 1, 200 lbs. Not a small guy by any stretch. This guy is maybe 5'5", maybe 120 lbs. Plus he has a very masculine ponytail that trails down to his belt line. This guy stares into my eyes and snaps. He starts jaw jacking again about taking it outside. As outside is maybe 20 feet away it seems that he could just fight me here. Also, he is 8 feet away from me. If your going to threaten someone, and really plan on carrying through with it, you tend to get up in someones face. As it would take a step latter for this guy to get in my face I understand the cowardice.
The guy walks outside and starts pacing back and forth. I continue laughing. Other people are now laughing at this sight. It's pretty funny when you think about it. A little guy with no intention of fighting me has now taken to pacing outside waiting for me. What is this obsession with going outside? Oh, that's right. Easier to run away. I forgot. The girlfriend returns from the restroom and asks me if that's the guy. We start to head for the door when the Asian guys lady friend comes back inside. She and my girl start to argue with each other about the reason for the original argument. Silly huh? Now, the movie theatre has those doors that you can only go out of you can't go into. I put my hand on this door but kept Angry dude in my sight. His lady is saying there is not going to be a fight. The dude looks like he isn't getting the message. I turn to look at the girlfriend and this coward sees his opportunity. He grabs my jacket and attempts to pull me outside. I say attempts because a 5'5" guy is not going to pull a 200 lbs white guy anywhere. I don't move an inch. My jacket does. He tears it off my shoulder, ruining a perfectly good hoodie. I turn to look back at this guy cause now I'm mad. I'm looking at nothing but daylight and a cloud of smoke where this guy once was. I turn back to the front door and see nothing but a cloud of smoke where the girl once was. I turn back and these two are high stepping it back to there van. In a matter of seconds they are a full 50 feet away. NFL running backs would love to have this kind of speed.
So I lose a jacket that I really like and this guy looses his self respect as he wets himself. Fun time at the movies. The thing that really mad me mad was the lack of support I got from the 40 people who witnessed this whole thing. No one asked if I was ok (most likely because no one believed that this guy could hurt me in the first place) no one called the cops when this guy was threatening me, the manager didn't even get the license place because he stopped to talk to another customer. Where have all the helpful people gone? Apparently they don't watch movies at Marcus Cinema. So, let's all go to the movies to grab ourselves some assault.
I did enjoy the movie by the way. Last house on the Left was a very decent movie. One I would suggest you go see. Or go and watch at home so you don't get into it with some angry Asians.
That is my life folks. Wouldn't have it any other way. So we head into the movie. Behind us is an old couple. Not sure if this is really the movie to go to for your 40th anniversary. In front of us sits an Asian couple. In my experience those people who start off conversations with "I'm not racist but...." typically are about to say something racist. I'm not saying that they are Asian to imply some sort of racist comment, I'm just trying to paint a picture. About have way through a very decent movie these two start to talk. Not the raspy voiced whispers normally present in a movie theatre. I'm talking like pool hall conversation talking. I lean forward and say "Stop talking." They do. They are now my marionette. Five minutes later, it starts again. This time I give a very polite "Shut up!" Again the strings are pulled shut. The climax of the picture. A very good ending, but one that was accompanied by the jaw jacking of the couple yet again. This time I tell them to shut the F*** up. Not the smartest thing on my part, I know. But I was pissed.
As the credits roll, this guy stands up and starts glaring at me. At least I think he was it was dark. I give him the ol' "what are you doing" hand gesture. He explains to me in nice sophisticated words that I was going to get my ass beat. Now were having fun. He and his girlfriend, wife, sister whatever she was starts in on the fun to. You don't know fun until you get threatened in another language. That's what it digresses to. These two walk out of the theatre and we can still hear them in the hallway.
After a little bit me and the girlfriend leave the theatre also. She bombs away to the bathroom and I stand in the lobby. My gaze drifts over to my left. Standing about eight feet away from me is the now illuminated Asian male who has just informed me of his desire to fight me. or "take it outside" as it was. As I get a look at this guy I do the only thing I can. I laugh. Now, I am 6 foot 1, 200 lbs. Not a small guy by any stretch. This guy is maybe 5'5", maybe 120 lbs. Plus he has a very masculine ponytail that trails down to his belt line. This guy stares into my eyes and snaps. He starts jaw jacking again about taking it outside. As outside is maybe 20 feet away it seems that he could just fight me here. Also, he is 8 feet away from me. If your going to threaten someone, and really plan on carrying through with it, you tend to get up in someones face. As it would take a step latter for this guy to get in my face I understand the cowardice.
The guy walks outside and starts pacing back and forth. I continue laughing. Other people are now laughing at this sight. It's pretty funny when you think about it. A little guy with no intention of fighting me has now taken to pacing outside waiting for me. What is this obsession with going outside? Oh, that's right. Easier to run away. I forgot. The girlfriend returns from the restroom and asks me if that's the guy. We start to head for the door when the Asian guys lady friend comes back inside. She and my girl start to argue with each other about the reason for the original argument. Silly huh? Now, the movie theatre has those doors that you can only go out of you can't go into. I put my hand on this door but kept Angry dude in my sight. His lady is saying there is not going to be a fight. The dude looks like he isn't getting the message. I turn to look at the girlfriend and this coward sees his opportunity. He grabs my jacket and attempts to pull me outside. I say attempts because a 5'5" guy is not going to pull a 200 lbs white guy anywhere. I don't move an inch. My jacket does. He tears it off my shoulder, ruining a perfectly good hoodie. I turn to look back at this guy cause now I'm mad. I'm looking at nothing but daylight and a cloud of smoke where this guy once was. I turn back to the front door and see nothing but a cloud of smoke where the girl once was. I turn back and these two are high stepping it back to there van. In a matter of seconds they are a full 50 feet away. NFL running backs would love to have this kind of speed.
So I lose a jacket that I really like and this guy looses his self respect as he wets himself. Fun time at the movies. The thing that really mad me mad was the lack of support I got from the 40 people who witnessed this whole thing. No one asked if I was ok (most likely because no one believed that this guy could hurt me in the first place) no one called the cops when this guy was threatening me, the manager didn't even get the license place because he stopped to talk to another customer. Where have all the helpful people gone? Apparently they don't watch movies at Marcus Cinema. So, let's all go to the movies to grab ourselves some assault.
I did enjoy the movie by the way. Last house on the Left was a very decent movie. One I would suggest you go see. Or go and watch at home so you don't get into it with some angry Asians.
Monday, March 30, 2009
A little about me
I am a nobody. That's what makes the internet fun. Someone with out a voice before now has a voice. Even if all they do is use it to complain about everything. My blog will be much the same. But I have the grace to admit it. I will try to post a new blog daily, if possible. My topics will be whatever is going on that day. I hope you check back regularly. Let's begin. My name is Troy Boesen. I am 24 from appleton, WI. I am a security guard. Boring huh? Well, welcome to my world. No really, Welcome to my world!
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