Posts in Category: The College Years

Film Reviews…from Hell

Today was “Alternate Forms” day in Aesthetics of Cinema, a day I was dreading for two reasons: (1) I would have to stay for the whole class, because most “alternate form” (hereafter referred to as “experimental” for the sake of not sounding like a politically correct retard) films are not exactly sitting on the shelf at Blockbuster and (2) I would actually have to watch experimental films. So without further Apu, here are my reviews of the three-ish films we watched:

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More on Fiction Writing

Today was essentially uneventful. Since I don’t absolutely loathe Fiction Writing anymore, Tuesdays are surprisingly bearable. And even more bearable now, since one of the two utterly irritating girls has officially missed her fourth class, and is therefore failing. She might be able to weasel her way out of it, but my professor seemed pretty set on her failing. The downside to this is that another girl hit her fourth absence today and is also failing, but this girl I actually liked, so that’s kind of sad.

And, believe it or not, for the first time this class has legitimately helped me come up with ideas for writing, and in the way our irritating exercises want us to come up with ideas. It’s shocking. I came up with two (count ’em, two) ideas today that I don’t think I ever would have thought of if we hadn’t been doing those stupid exercises.

So, and I’m choking on these words, yay for Fiction Writing.

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I registered today for all of my classes for the spring semester. As it stands, this is how my schedule will look starting in February:

Monday: 11:00AM – 12:15PM: Western Humanities; 12:30PM – 1:45PM: Politics and Government in Society

Tuesday: 10:00AM – 12:50PM: Science and Technology in the Arts; 1:45 – 5:45PM: Lighting I

Wednesday: 11:00AM – 12:15PM: Western Humanities; 12:30PM – 1:45PM: Politices and Government in Society

And then, floating in space somewhere, is Intro. to Literature, which I’m taking online. I’m not sure how that’ll work, but it’ll certainly be nice to not have to go to school for it.

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Well, I dropped back down to Win2k this morning. I got sick of XP and how irritatingly shitty it is. The only Windows operating system I’ve ever been happy with is…well, none of them, but the closest I’ve come is with Win2k. It’s the only one that seems to actually work properly, and with Windows, that’s saying something.

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Of all the goddamn things, I was watching public access tonight.

We recently got digital cable, so we have roughly 137 million channels to choose from, but what do I most frequently choose? If I’m not absorbed in something on TechTV or G4 (my life is so sad), or I’m not watching one of the few network shows I enjoy, I usually flip around the different local access stations. Sometimes they have good stuff, but most of the time it’s like watching a really shitty movie without having to pay rental charges.

At any rate, there are many, many, many, many, many, many bad local access shows dedicated to the budding local music scene*. There’s also one that is shitty, but which is apparently broadcast around the country. It’s called “Music Choice,” and today they featured a band that—for the first time in my long history of watching terrible local programming—I actually enjoyed. They’re called Queens of the Stone Age, and the show had a whole hour of some live concert they did at the beautiful and frightening Troubadour in Los Angeles.

I liked them. That’s really all I have to say. I think I might buy one of their albums.

* The best bad music show I’ve ever seen is called “Thrash TV.” As expected, it had rock-bottom production values, and at one time they used this to their advantage. The majority of the show was dedicated to local basement punk shows from really shity bands, but one time they went out and recorded a White Zombie concert in Chicago. Then, after showing two or three songs from that concert, they took us “backstage” to what looked like a poorly lit garage for an interview with Rob Zombie. But it was very obviously not Rob Zombie—it was just some dude in a cowboy hat trying to act like him, but it was all backlit so all you could see was hat and hair, so I guess maybe it was convincing to somebody. It was probably the funniest local-access moment I’ve ever seen.

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The Movies™

I think the last good, recent movie I saw in a theatre was Minority Report. That was awhile ago.

Back when I had a life (ha!), I’d go and see a movie at least once a week, sometimes more. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. We’d go, and it’d be fun, even if the movie was terrible. And then I realized I don’t have enough money to be going to the movies that frequently, so I started saving my money by not going to the movies unless the movie looked really good. And under my horrible scrutiny, very few movies look really good, so I haven’t been out to see a movie in quite some time.

And now, all of a sudden, within the last few weeks I’ve developed a must-see list, and I have no idea why movies have been so shitty looking for the last few months, but now all of a sudden some that look really excellent are coming out. Here’s the list (in order of priority):

1. Adaptation

2. Equilibrium

3. About Schmidt

4. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

5. Star Trek: Nemesis

6. Gangs of New York

7. 25th Hour

9. Evelyn

So how the hell did that happen? There are nine movies that I feel I have to see, and if I don’t, my soul will evaporate and my body will trasmogrify into some sort of bloody mushroom of organ tissue. Which, incidentally, is bad. I blame Oscar season for this. And also, maybe, the summer crapfest. These movies look a lot better when they’re stacked up in a row after the summer of XXX (which, for fuck’s sake, isn’t even a porno!) and Men in Black II (why, Rip Torn, WHY?!@!@!).

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I Forgot How to Talk to Women

I used to flirt with women a lot. I still flirt with a select few who sort of invite it, but my skills are not really as honed as they once were. Not that I was Mr. Suave back in the days of yore, but I was definitely good at flirting, especially the kind that leads absolutely nowhere.

Now I’m not.

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Class Cutter

I didn’t go to class yesterday. My sister kept me up too late finding Tori Amos bootlegs, but that’s really just an excuse. I never had any legitimate intention of going. My Writing For Television class was preempted (get it?) for individual conferences, but my conference isn’t until next week. My general thought was, “Jeez, even though it’s a bad day to miss African History, I really don’t feel like the shitty commute to go to a single class for an hour and fifteen minutes. I’ll just sleep in and stay home.” And it just happened that my sister came online with a bug up her ass to find a couple Tori songs she didn’t have.

Strangely, though, for the first time since I started cutting my African History class (and I’ve cut it many, many, many, many, many times since the beginning of the semester), I felt guilty about it. To the extent that, had I not been so tired that when I woke up at 8:30 and then fell right back asleep, I probably would have gotten up and gone to class. And when I didn’t and fell back asleep, when I woke up again, I felt bad all day.

I guess I feel guilty because of that sudden in-class rapport that I wrote about earlier (…or maybe I just thought about writing it…) when I read my little essays a few weeks ago and people realized that, despite the fact that I am in class maybe 30% of the time, I’m still doing the work and understanding the whole deal, in some cases better than they are. And now, despite the fact that I barely know these people by name, I feel guilty, like I betrayed them by not showing up for class.

Well, I guess if I’m gonna feel like every time I ditch now, it’ll be easier to stop.

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