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- typeblog entrytitleauthorPublishercreated03/16/2005 - 22:27content
This new design for Entertainment Magazine not only adds new functionality, but sort of serves as a gateway into the beginning of our second decade on line and almost 30 years since the first edition of today's "Entertainment Magazine" was published in 1977.
Been a long road..
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated08/28/2005 - 16:54content
It all started with the fear of a cataclysmic event befalling humanity. Would the day really be different from any of the others? That day would but what about the following days, weeks and years? As long as the planet was still alive and survivors dwelled upon it then there would be life.
The actual inspiration is surprisingly comical. An episode of The Simpsons was the actual muse. It was a Halloween special and Lisa wished for world peace using an amputated monkey’s paw. The Earth fell into peace and all was well until aliens attacked and overthrew the defenseless human race. Taking that idea and turning it on its ear I wrote Freedom, which is the anchor for a book of short stories called Circles.
I have always been inspired by movie and book series. It is a challenge to create a piece of work that can stand alone as well as fit in snugly with other great stories as well. That idea allowed me to write about humanity in two distinct aspects. The first would be before the cataclysmic events which occur in Freedom. In that aspect is where my first published novel, The Stigma, would reside. It is a theme-based book that sets up many of the things I want to write about in future stories. The story itself is about two men tied together by a single event that sends one to glory and the other to shame. The themes involved in the book are Attention Deficit Disorder, the disillusionment of the middle class, government based positive propaganda and the utter uselessness of reality TV for everyone except for those few involved in it.
The second aspect involves the rebuilding of a fractured humanity upon a scarred planet. Advancements before the cataclysmic event were needed in order to find a new home. The space age was no longer a neat hobby but a needed commodity for a race on the brink of extinction. The second aspect is mainly in idea form still. I have written a beautiful science fiction serial called Revolution where space explorers travel through weakened fields of radiation in order to find a new home for humanity. Celestial bodies in the form of planets and the asteroid belt prove to be difficult obstacles that need to be conquered to simply exit the solar system. Outside of the tenth planet a way station is discovered that proves to be the way the alien race first traveled through the universe to invade Earth. The final story in the serial is about an alien race traveling from the infinite into the Earth’s solar system and beyond to find the Creator.
Other completed novels in the first aspect of my writing include The Disciples, which I am currently editing for a 2006 release, and A Typical Novel. A science fiction novel called The Revolts is the story of the cataclysmic event in the days before and after the apocalypse; it is told from a different point of view than Freedom. I also have written an existential novel called The War Journal that spans from about 800 A.D. to the year 80,000 A.D. where the cataclysmic event I keep speaking of is but a blip on the radar of a society destroyed and rebuilt more often than could ever be imagined.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated09/07/2005 - 16:38content
The eleventh of September in 2001 was a Tuesday. It echoed over the country for many days:
It was a Tuesday.
The twenty-ninth of August in 2005 was a Monday. Hurricane Katrina hit land on that day. Rolling over the gulf with ferocious winds. Pelting the land with vicious rain.
New York is still under repair. A hole exists in our lives where two mighty towers once stood. With a few years of healing underway within my own soul I try to not think of the ugliness.
I don't do it because I am special. I don't do it because it helps me cope. I do it because hate is what makes things like 9/11 possible. Hate inspired a plan and spawned a leader of a wretched and vile movement. I do it because there were so many heroes on that day. The types of heroes that paid for their heroism.
Some paid dearly for their heroism.
Life is so different now. No better and no worse. Just different. I don't know if the type of heroism displayed on 9/11 was common before my time but for myself, I only knew of such heroism from movies. It was uplifting to see a hero give his life for the plight of others. It was make believe though. It was an actor or actress playing a heroic role.
On the day that so many heroes were born only to live a short life, the rest of us didn't know how to act. I remember driving to a mall that was always open. It was closed. I didn't want to see a movie. I didn't want to do any shopping. I didn't want to go to the food court. I just wanted to get away from the news. I could feel hate swelling within me and the worst thing was that I didn't know who to hate.
Hurricane Katrina is an act of the elements colliding to create perfect destruction. It is a mindless evil interested in only its own survival. The devastation wrought has been surreal. A once flourishing city underwater. A once thriving region shredded.
We watched it coming. A satellite on our roof gathered a scrambled image from a satellite in space and transmitted it to our sad eyes. My wife and I left for work just as Katrina was attacking the land with winds over a hundred miles an hour. We were thankful for so many reasons and sad for so many others.
A soon as the storm passed the sun shone brightly. The devastation forced everyone's head down. When Mother Nature is the catalyst of destruction, people are just left to shake their heads. People are left though and with that there is hope.
I tell you what though, this new millennium is really getting me down. Monday and Tuesday are both full of bad memories and they make me long for the middle of the week. Except that now the hope of a weekend has come to an end. Sunday means that we are a day away.
We are another week away from those horrible two days. We try to have hope. We try to have strength. But they will never be just words echoing through time.
It was a Tuesday.
It was a Monday.
Please grant us one wish.
Just get us to Wednesday.
Where old wounds still exist.
Where scars will always be.
Just get us to Wednesday.
Then we will see.
Just get us to Wednesday.
So when we play.
We can remember what it was like to be happy.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated09/13/2005 - 13:53content
Paul Haggis has directed an utterly implausible film. I mean he made it snow in LA for crying in the bucket.
Okay, for a film as fantastic as Crash I need to forgo my usual dry wit.
Every actor and actress in this movie was terrific. Foremost among them was the emergence of Terrance Howard. This guy makes acting look easy and it is marvelous to see a future superstar cut his or her teeth in a juicy role.
If a film can be a book then the cover of this film would make all who looked at it think it was about racism. What Crash was really about, in my humble opinion, was defined in a one-sided telephone conversation by the wonderful Sandra Bullock. She told the person on the other end that she was angry every morning that she woke up and she did not know why. What Crash forces everyone to think about is a simple circle: does racism create anger or does anger create racism? Both elements are in evidence in our world today and life, like the extraordinary film Crash, simply cannot hold an answer.
Everyone should see this film with at least one other person because this is the kind of film that creates conversations.
The world today, in my observant eyes, is a global community within a melting pot on top of a powder keg. The technology of the present day has brought everyone closer. Everyone includes all races and sexes that are components of both a global community and a melting pot. Unfortunately as everyone becomes closer in proximity, it has not led to them becoming closer as a global community.
I have tried my whole life to be ignorant in the positive sense. Although my eyes do see the color of people’s skin, I choose to ignore that. When judging a book by its cover the contents become useless filler. It is impossible to read every book in the world just as it is impossible to learn the character of every person in the world.
I am a flawed human being. I have made mistakes and learned from them only to make new mistakes. I can look myself in the mirror though. I can feel the pulse of my heart beat pure. I can say that I try to not make the same mistake twice. I know that there are a lot of people out there that choose to be ignorant in the negative sense because they never learned the beauty of what is inside of a book. They choose to look at the cover and decide upon that whether or not they want to read it. I feel that they are wrong to make such choices but I choose to not say so when confronted with such human beings. It is easier to wait for a bigot to leave the room and say he or she is wrong then it is to say it their face. It is easier because bigots are just angry people that want to blame their lot in life on someone or something else. Bigots are bullies and I feel safe in saying that because it is hard for me to believe that any bigot will read this.
If I am lucky enough to have one read this then I would like to pose a question to you: what are you angry about? The answer to that question could be the first domino to fall that will topple the other walls around you and allow you to live a better life. When you say I don’t like those people then isolation has begun. In a global community such as this, isolation is the antithesis of growth. If you aren’t growing then what are you doing with your life?
I believe in Martin Luther King’s dream. His dream was so beautiful that an angry man shot him dead. I just want to judge and be judged on the content of character.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated09/22/2005 - 21:11contentEscapism.
We’re all just amateurs at it.
Watching Invasion Wednesday night, with Rita only two days away, was surreal. Was it right to show it?
I don’t know.
In 2001, 24 was delayed in its release because of a horrible day. Was it right to do that?
I don’t know. I just know that we are all just amateurs at escapism.
The real world has been achingly that. It has become all to real. A burden about champions’ necks. A remorseful plight through tears. The blessed have to become well versed in escapism. If it helps any of the burdens of the plight then it has served a purpose.
Invasion will be a thriller. The first show was full of twists and turns. Strong plot lines have already been established, not developed, so it should be a great ride. One of the themes I want to touch on because, well let’s face it, we’re all conspiracy theorists.
It’s not just me.
The ocean is so vast that a little cubby hole like the Gulf of Mexico can turn these masses of wind into epic beasts. Life is all about survival and once something has been created, no matter how mindless, it simply wants to exist. These hurricanes are mindless destruction created by years of pressure.
Global warming has not been studied long enough to say it has anything to do with this chain reaction of elements creating this mindless devastation to the proud gulf region of our country. I wonder why we all have to forced to know what Category 5 means. This new knowledge of mine has nothing to do with my knowledge of global warming though.
I also wonder how many hurricanes become massive in the Pacific Ocean. Chopping up the vast waters that have no memory and never striking land. The survivors on Lost have not had any weather issues other than the occasional dramatic rain. The second season picked up on the momentum created from the last half of the first season and the spectacular showing at the Emmy’s. The mystery of the hatch boggles the mind, creating more mysteries. A ghost, or something more tangible perhaps, reminds us of a horrible finale for the crew on the raft. We haven’t even seen the sunrise yet.
Going deeper into the darkness comes another drama I might want to check out. Looking up, it seems the Surface is placid. Things have gone kooky in Washington, D.C. It seems a woman has taken over as Commander in Chief. Shows that inspire are sometimes short on time. Blind Justice will not be brought back this season so it is nice to see another show that might inspire come as one that did is now gone.
There are the new/old staples. In its second season, Desperate Housewives is the best show on television. This is one of those shows that is so good that it might get torn apart from the inside. Alias has been unveiled for a full season so get ready for those reruns and remember: if you haven’t seen them then they are new to you. The Simpsons are back again. And in a sense so is Family Guy but there is a difference in the way the two shows are coming back. ER is about to begin its twelfth season. They’ve almost made it to a baker’s dozen.
Twenty is the number for Reunion. I wonder if the Simpson family could keep it together for a twentieth anniversary. The War at Home has been funny throughout and I still try to get into Arrested Development but I have come to believe the jokes are just too quick for me. Mine is a dry wit, not a quick one.
The series keep coming to me: Prison Break, Bones, House, Joey and since I am not in the know I still wonder what the plan for my favorite show is. The way 24 ended last season they can go anywhere with Jack Bauer and there has not been a lot of information about what the plan is for this season.
I’d like to escape this escapism with no mention of reality TV but I do not shun it all completely. My dirty little secret is Extreme Makeover. My wife watches it and whenever I need a good-hearted cry, I join her. But other than those pathetic displays of masculinity, I don’t watch any reality TV as all.
The best thing about this fall season will be those times when champions can forget what Category 5 means for a short time. Let us all hope they are numerous moments.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated10/02/2005 - 19:31contentI am revisiting one of my favorite reviews here thanks to its release on DVD. The corrections will be next to the mistakes in brackets that look like this: .
And the short answer to the questioning title is 42.
Oh and don’t panic but I did add some new quotes to the original and took a few of them out.
I was born in 1977. Along that timeline I would like to name, in order, the greatest movies I have seen in my twenty-eight years. Star Wars: A New Hope came out in 1977 and I saw it on the big screen when it was re-released. Apocalypse Now came out in 1979 and I saw it on the big screen in its full (and superior) form called Apocalypse Now Redux. 1980 had the second Star Wars installment, which was the fifth episode, The Empire Strikes Back. I saw that in the theater the same summer as I saw the re-release of episode four. I saw Return of the Jedi in the theater in 1983 after waiting for hours in line to see it.
Another Vietnam movie is on my personal list and it is one by the late and great Stanley Kubrick called Full Metal Jacket. That was in 1987. Good Fellas was released in 1990. I never saw either of these movies in the theater so if someone could please re-release them I would be appreciative.
The director of Good Fellas, Martin Scorsese, was an influence to the next great movie on this line, which was Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino. I saw this in the theater in November of 1994. The flawless dialogue of the film made me want to write myself.
A gap of five years ensued before American Beauty dazzled me on the big screen with its brutal honesty and superb performances both in front of and behind the camera. In 2001, a year chosen for release by Steven Spielberg for its “Kubrickian‿ undertone, Artificial Intelligence came out as a summer flick to mixed reviews but it easily makes this list for me. I saw it in the theater with a buddy and we planned to sneak into Pootie Tang (a hilarious movie in its own right but not one of the greatest movies in my lifetime; I saw it on video a few years later) afterwards but went to his apartment to talk about AI.
They are coming heavier now it seems for in the next year I saw Being John Malkovich in a nearly empty theater. In 2004 my wife and I went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on the big screen. Both of those films were written by Charlie Kaufman and held surprises at every turn.
2005 has its own entry to the list and it is The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
Now, I could go from here to do a review. I could say the movie was inspired from a book of the same name written by Douglas Adams. I could mention how he co-wrote the screenplay with Karey Kirkpatrick and Garth Jennings directed it.
It is sad to know that Douglas Adams is no longer with us. I saw it best written on the back of a book of his writing called The Salmon of Doubt Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time: “Sadly for his readers, (Douglas Adams) hitched his own ride to the great beyond much too soon.‿
What is to stop me from saying it starred Martin Freeman, Mos Def, Sam Rockwell, Zooey Deschanel and the voice of Alan Rickman as a tortured robot with GPP?
Nothing can stop me, short of a Vogon reading poetry.
I could even mention the symbolism I saw of Arthur Dent’s home about to be demolished to build a by-line and the entire planet about to be destroyed to build an intergalactic freeway. The further symbolism from the prior sentence about the state of bureaucracy shown by the English government as well as the Vogon civilization. I have no qualms mentioning the symbolism I saw in the president of the universe, Zaphod Beeblebrox, and how his two heads reminded me of two American presidents that both share the same last name. I even found symbolic meaning when a character made of temporary yarn vomited threads of string if anyone out there cares. Like many of you I wonder what a bowl of petunias really does think and hope I never get blasted by a point-of-view gun. So how am I to coerce all of this randomness into a coherent review?
Well, instead of all of that, I have decided to steal a number of the movie’s great quotes. Here they are in no particular order.
"Humans are the third smartest species on Earth."
"In talking to the ship’s computer... It hates me."
"I’m from a different planet. Would you like to see my spaceship?" ["Hey excuse me. (blows a party favor) This guy boring you? Why don’t you talk to me instead? I’m from a different planet. Ha-ha-ha. You wanna see my space ship?"]
"Make sure you have your towel." ["It’s a tough galaxy. You wanna survive out here you’ve gotta know where your towel is."]
"I think that door just sighed."
"I’d rather be happy than right."
"Should we lie down or put paper bags on our heads?" ["Shouldn’t we lie downor put paperbags over our heads or something?"]
"Oh no, that type of paranoia is normal."
"Incredible, it’s even worse than I thought it’d be."
"You can’t have my brain, I’m using it."
"Oh no, he has a towel."
"Not that anyone cares what I think, but the restaurant is on the other end of the universe."
"Eat those peanuts. You’ll need the salt."
"I think I’m a sofa."
"It’s a by-pass. You gotta build by-passes."
"Workers of the Earth! I bring good tidings of peanuts and beer."
"I said all of these people are idiots."
"Resistance is useless."
"Yes, but you’re not gonna like it."
"Mostly because they didn’t get invited to those types of parties."
"So long and thanks for all the fish."
Having fixed those errors I would like to create new ones. The best place to start, once you reach that point of course, is the middle. Since I am at the middle, possibly the end, allow me to break form.
Quoting the movie of course.
"In the beginning the universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."
At one point a computer was created which was smart enough to answer the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything.
Quoting the super intelligent computer:
"I’ll have to think about that. Return to this place in exactly seven and a half million years."
The ultimate answer, unfortunately, is mired in the number seven million. Seven times the number of zeroes following it (6) is the ultimate answer.
Here’s a cluster of quotes from Zaphod Beeblebrox (played by Sam Rockwell), the esteemed president of the universe. He won his election by fooling voters into thinking they were voting in a worst dressed contest and he used that cunning misdirection into a presidency.
"Parts of my personality weren’t exactly presidential."
"Sorry pal, I didn’t know. I had a galaxy to run."
He did create a plot line within the movie now that I think about it.
"In the name of people and freedom and, uh, democracy, stuff like that, I hearby kidnap myself. And I’m taking the ship with me."
Talked about his family.
"He shares three of the same mothers as me."
Stuff like that leads to questions and Zaphod had a few.
"Stole what? What are we talking about?"
"I mean, I don’t know. We’ve hit it twice and we’re still not there."
Shared his likes.
"I liked Earth. I got these boots there."
"I like those jammies."
There was quite a bit of discussion on poetry throughout the movie with hilarious consequences.
"So Earthlings, I present you with a choice: either die in the vacuum of space or tell me what you thought of my poem."
"The absolute worst poetry was written by Paul and Nancy Milstone Jennings of Sussex. Luckily it was destroyed when the Earth was."
The poetry did a number on Marvin (voiced by Alan Rickman). A prototype robot with GPP. Forgive me for forgetting what GPP stands for but it has to do with a robot acting human.
"Think you oughtta know I’m feeling very depressed today."
"Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you up to the bridge. You call that job satisfaction because I don’t."
"I brought the aliens. Don’t thank me or anything."
He also gave his take on the movie itself.
"I’ve seen it. It’s rubbish."
Here’s two from Ford Prefect (played by Mos Def) I liked.
"Yeah we’re gonna die. No, no. What’s this? What’s this? What’s this? This is nothing. Yeah we’re gonna die."
"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."
And to top it all of, and bring the number of quotes to 42 for no reason that I can think of, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy even had a good quote or two.
"Space, says The Hitchhiker’s Guide, is big."
"More controversial than Ulof Kalufid’s trilogy of philosophical blockbusters: Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God person Anyway?"
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated10/21/2005 - 07:34contentThe greatest source of inspiration for an author is to read the work of another writer. I try to read over a dozen book every year. This year I wanted to read two dozen book but will fall short of that goal. When tempting that type of goal and failing it is still a sweet victory for all of the great books I read in 2005.
One in particular has really inspired me. It was written a few centuries ago in the late 1200’s. The Inferno is the first of a three book serial by Dante Alighieri and they are about Dante the Pilgrim’s ethereal journey. His work was derived from all of the literature which inspired him. Some of the works were written before time reached zero and rolled back over.
For the most part they were mythological stories that were written in series form as opposed to a single book. Dante’s guide through Hell is Virgil. Virgil is the choice as mythical guide on the mystical journey since his series of poetic books called Aeneid and Georgics formed some of the background for Dante’s collections called The Inferno, Purgatory and Paradise.
Other poets whose works inspired Dante were Homer (who wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey), Ovid (who wrote the collection of poetic books called Metamorphoses), Giovanni Boccaccio (who wrote the collection of books called Decameron), Statius (who wrote the collection of poetic books called Thebiad) and Aristotle (who wrote two collections called Nicomachean Ethics and Physics).
I thought it would be a wonderful accomplishment to write a series of books that when tied together form a mythical ideology. Although I enjoy writing poetry, I took the next step and wondered if a series of literary books would be possible.
I humbly present...
The Wings of Pegasus,
An Ohio Summer
A Georgian Summer
A Typical Novel
The War Journal
House of Flower
6001The second story of Book I, Summertime: A Georgian Summer is in the short story collection Circles which is now available at Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com.
Circles also contains two stories from Book VI, Birth: Ghost Town and Freedom.
The first five grams of Book II, The Fall: 29 Grams can be read at the following url:
look for the older entry firstgram
Book III, Wonderland: The Stigma is now available through Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated10/31/2005 - 09:32content
The universe is infinite and even with that monumental size in its back pocket, it is still growing. Here on our dirt farm called Earth, we seem to have filled our two infinite back pockets as well. In the left pocket is the Internet and it is still growing.
In the right pocket is our pop culture and, like the universe and Internet, it is still growing.
One example I can give about the specter of this dirt farm’s annual pop culture crop are the second and third tier celebrities who find their way onto demeaning reality shows where they can get a last gasp of attention while cashing an actual paycheck. Why should Dustin Diamond get a real job when he can beat up other celebrities in one time, made-for-TV, events?
That type of thinking does not end in reality. There is a group of second tier cartoon characters that have been drawn together in an animated spin-off of the Surreal Life. That to me is a shining example of pop culture becoming a massive wave crashing onto an infinite beach. The pop culture wave has lost all of its meaning, its rhyme and its reason. It has become a mindless force of destruction that creates new opportunities as old standbys are swept into the sea.
Being a hack writer in this landscape is as challenging as it is easy. I have coerced the pop culture around me into the three retreaded paragraphs you see above. They are interesting because they are of familiar topics. They are retreads because there is nothing new about them. I have taken what is old and reshaped it so that the old might once again seem new.
But make no mistake, even with the pretty blue blouse on, that duck is still a duck.
Now is the time when a point needs to evidence itself, otherwise this article/review will become like the mindless pop culture wave we see on the Internet everyday. The challenge of creating something ”new” amidst this pop culture library of the present day is to take what has been done, and like the first three paragraphs of this article/review, give them a fresh new look.
A haircut if you will.
Or a pretty new blue blouse.
This conflict was portrayed, with hilarious consequences, in the new to DVD, PSP, UMD, PCP, TLC, XYZ and VCR movie Bewitched. Everyone knows about the old show from whence the inspiration came. Darrin was played by two guys and Samantha was the witch. They had adventures, there were growing pains as he worked and she was a witch but they got through it together until such time that the show stopped being popular.
And for years it sat at the bottom of the pop culture library with Jeanie, the Flying Nun, Lassie and Beretta. Then the top of the drawer was opened. All of the once iconic forgotten remnants clamored for attention and, if nothing else, a few more rays of sunshine. All of the others found themselves bewitched as Samantha pulled Darrin out of pop culture purgatory and back onto the big screen with an innovative script that reshaped the old show to the point where if you forgot all about the pop culture library floating through your head long enough, you might have sworn you just saw an original idea played out with mere references to the pop culture library.
As opposed to an out-and-out rip-off.
As a fan of Will Ferrell, it is such a joy to watch him. His charisma is infectious and the blessed recipients are his co-stars. They get to play off of his zaniness then bask in his reflected laughter. He has become such a big star now that he gets to kiss Nicole Kidman on the lips.
He has arrived.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/07/2005 - 17:49contentOther than a very occasional man-cry during Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, the only other piece of reality garbage I watched was the Nick and Jessica one.
I don't think I need to get into why that one was so lucky.
Aside from looking at Jessica, it was also fun to see their marriage from such an initimate view. Obviously there were problems, all relationships have them, and the added pressure of the cameras probably did not help all that much.
It did make for good cable TV though, that's for sure. I like the one with the dead birds on the patio and Nick's perplexed expression as he looked at them.
The divorce is getting nasty, they all eventually do. At least that is what I have heard.
On the radio.
And the TV. We have a satellite now so I don't watch MTV on "cable" TV anymore but that's not the point.
Nick is mad because Jessica is a bigger star than him. Well brother, you gotta choose your own way. He's been mad about this for a long time from what I have heard through my "sources." I wonder if Jessica is now upset because she waited until she got married to do it and now she thinks that Nick just married her to do it with her? If that is true then she is actually, truly, a good person.Enough of that, let's talk about me and my boring reality TV show.
My second book, Circles: A Collection of Stories has been recently released. Here is a poem from it. I also want to share the table of contents from my the book of short stories as well since I like the titles.Yang yin
speak before you think
leap before you look
fiction before fact
Magic Man Casts the Same Spell
Driving Home in the Rain
The Circles are Nonrefundable
Everyone can be a Star
we only come out at night
A Georgian Summer
A Moment in Time
Jack of Clubs
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/12/2005 - 17:46contentI am working on a book of letters and the like. I got the idea by reading a book of letters by Hunter S. Thompson. It helps me multi-task, to wit, I write a letter in my e-mail and paste it in my book of letters.
I had a boss who once told me that men cannot multi-task. At least I think she said that, I was doing like four things when she said something about men, multi-tasking and inabilities.
I also write reviews and articles in that book. Those I write in the book first then paste online. I quote the good Dr. Thompson in the book as well:
"It’s too bad we don’t have an open M-C barrel & about 300 rounds of .45 ACP ammo, in order to have to have some fun with the buggers, eh?"
Quotes are very important to our pop culture library. It speaks of the movies you watch, the books you read and the music that you listen to.
The Stigma has some good quotes in it and I would like to share them now.
Living in an instant society dictates that everything be instantaneous; most times before people have time to realize that everything is going too fast, which is the common denominator for an instant society gradually immersed in ADD.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.
from the song Wish You Were Here
I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky.
-William J. Clinton
Remember, it’s not a lie if you believe that it’s true.
-George Costanza (portrayed by Jason Alexander)
from the television show Seinfeld
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/17/2005 - 19:14content
Seventy-two years ago a movie came out about a massive gorilla who could climb skyscrapers and die for love. The era will be revisited in December of 2005.
The two King Kong's have seen such evolution between their eras that they are no longer even related. The world has evolved around them as well. A scene involving giant spiders was once upon a time deemed too graphic for public consumption. From a preview I saw the spiders made the cut this time.
With Munich, Narnia and Aeon Flux to go along with King Kong, this December has a movie for everyone.
The symmetry is almost poetic. Here's one I really like.
So Many Experiments
Doing the Lord’s work
robbing Peter to pay Paul
when He guides His people
it appears He does nothing at all
Belief in the actions endured
diseases that have not been cured
water turned into wine
just punishment for wretched crime
yet we see injustice
all of the time
He sees it too
He might not know what to do
His people have gone astray
perhaps they were led the wrong way
our selfishness will always
give it all away
imagine the morbid noises
humanities ears will hear on that
The Lord moves through the universe
Earth was never the first
maybe it was meant to be the last
but if all the world is a stage
it is comprised of a sinful cast
so many experiments
so many empty souls
the Lord is my shepherd
the flock has run beyond His grasp
take one last breath
then scream with your final gasp
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/22/2005 - 07:56contentI forgot to mention a great movie last time that comes out in December. I figure it's not that bad. I have written two articles about the current TV season and in neither one did I mention the most watched show on television, CSI.
Steven Soderbergh and George Clooney have collaborated on two great movies, one so-so sequel to one of those great movies and they have partaken on another collaboration.
Although few people have been to Syriana it has not stopped them from talking about it. Movies tackling big issues is almost a pointless enterprise. Fahrenheit 9/11 and The Constant Gardener are two of the more recent ones that come to mind. The movies are good and the topics are lightning bolts but in the end aren't they just movies telling a story and trying to make a lot of money?
I want to see Syriana and I bet it will be great but will it change my life? I hope not because I have become rather dependant on using my car to get around the city.
I say that if you want to say something then write it down. I want share from a story called A Typical Novel. There is not one poem in the whole book so I will share a smart quote and humorous footnote.
Opposed is the man who, being spiritually unmarried, continually seeks for new systems that will control or counteract human nature.#
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
from the novel This Side of Paradise
# This quote is used to make me look smart and pretentious in a book, excuse me, a novel, full of rude, crude and downright not good jokes that are simply not good. And don’t even get me started on the bad grammar and blatant use of contractions in the footnotes.1
1 This right here is a footnote in my footnote and that ain’t never been done before, no way
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/27/2005 - 10:53contentI was thinking this morning how I have an answer to the question who is your favorite band.
It's KC and the Sunshine Band.
No, that's not right. I would have named this entry KC and the Sunshine Band and Pulp Fiction if it was KC and the Sunshine Band.
Didn't take me long to get off topic this time did it?
Pink Floyd is my favorite band and get this: Tool is my second favorite band because they are this generation's Pink Floyd. A couple of good bands; a couple of bricks in the wall.
I also have an answer to the question of what is your favorite movie. Pulp Fiction made me a Quentin Tarantino fan for life and I have been rewarded with great movie after great movie. Reservoir Dogs, Four Rooms, True Romance, Jackie Brown, From Dusk 'til Dawn, Sin City and both of the Kill Bill's are a list of films he either directed, wrote or acted in.
In a Rolling Stone interview he said he has a dream of being the best director ever. There is another list of great names, some living and some have directed their last picture show. There is Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock, Orson Welles, Martin Scorsese, Paul Thomas Anderson, Spike Lee, the Coen Brothers, Rob Reiner, Robert Altman, Steven Speilberg, James Cameron, Tim Burton, Robert Zemekis, Peter Jackson and of course Quentin Tarantino.
Here are the quotes from A Typical Novel that are suddenly topical and a poem about two guys I don't like.
I have always been a fan of the stupid, slapstick comedy. I always wondered if one could be written then I stopped wondering and tried to write it myself. Here it is. Enjoy.
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
from the song Brain Damage
English mother fucker! Do you speak it?
-Jules Winfield (portrayed by Samuel L. Jackson)
from the movie Pulp Fiction
Middle of the Road
The centerline is spotted at best
keeping one side from the rest
leaning to the left or right
means coming across will beget a fight
In this corner is the disenfranchised
spoken from a single voice
the one with the microphone in his hand
is the only one with a choice
the rest follow his lead
saying he is smart indeed
his target easy like Sunday morning
for he is a dimwit
that will miss every warning
but that is the other corner
the view from the middle
more numbers for a coroner
In the other corner
aforementioned in the prose
is the leader of the free world
the one who we all chose
his job does not afford the time
to make a scathing movie
of high powered crime
The middle of the road
will provide the best view
each side is too fanatic
telling everyone what to do
So is Michael Moore a Bush fan?
No one will ever see them hand in hand
but if his latest movie is true
which it is not
so do not misconstrue
each of the aforementioned
are laughing all the way to the bank
one making large sums for the big business
that funds his rank
the other holding every dollar
in hands that stank
Likewise the words from the mouth of Bush
seldom hold total truth
the meanings are shades of what they are
like the sun can also be called a star
It might be boring
and seems to lack a backbone
but the middle of the road
could be a wonderful home
leaning to one side over the other
can lead to a fight with your brother
a conservative father berates
a liberal mother
but without strong beliefs
there is no need for petty grief
and Michael Moore
as well as George Bush
can walk through the same door
being polite not to push
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated12/31/2005 - 20:40contentThe December 26 game between the New York Jets and the New England Patriots will conclude the 36th, and final, season of Monday Night Football on ABC.
The Jets were on the first telecast as well, back in September of 1970, when they played the Cleveland Browns. Monday Night Footbal has been around so long that the Browns were not even a franchise for a few years of its 36 year run on free TV. It's a cable-TV world and ABC tried many different combinations to up their network ratings before this move to their sister station ESPN.
The symmetry displayed during the last Monday Night Football game was again poetic. Here's the list: it was the 555th game, the final score of the first one was Cleveland 31 and the Jets 21 and the final score of the last game was New England 31 and the Jets 21, Vinny Testeverde became the first quarterback to throw for at least one touchdown in 19 straight seasons breaking a tie he held with John Unitas and Fran Tarkenton. Fran Tarkenton was a broadcaster once upon a time for Monday Night Football.
I revisited my football picks and can say that if things go my way I will be a solid fifty percent in my shoddy pickings. My reaches of Detroit, Cleveland and the Jets have blown up in my face. The Eagles have disappointed this season also. I did pick the Colts and the Seahawks as my only correct divison champs. The Patriots are the AFC East champs and I did have them in the playoffs as a wild card and they will be playing on wild card weekend. Same with the Buccaneers who could still win the NFC South where I picked the Saints as the champs. Their season has been a picture of humility and hope. I hope their owner makes the right choices in the looming years but make no mistake, they will be very tough choices. If the Steelers and the Cowboys make the playoffs then I will be at six out of twelve. I'm still not rooting for the Cowboys though, five out of twelve is just as shoddy as six out of twelve in my non-star seeing eyes.
A New Pastime
The national pastime
an evolution of sport
for most of the 20th century
the answer was baseball to be short
A funny thing happened along the way
the infrastructure became weak
when a converted owner named Selig
became the commissioner of the league
Strong lines became blurred
it was called interleague play
old timers said it would ruin the game
but it was the strike of 1994
which made nothing ever again the same
taken one step further
steroids could have been to blame
Who was the MLB champ
in the wonderful season of ‘94?
it could be the same team
who held up the 2005 Stanley Cup
in the sport of hockey
known as Canada’s national pastime
back in the states
the time for one pastime has passed
and the country watches the NFL
to see if they can make it last
The infrastructure for that sport
has been designed for parity
something baseball cannot claim
as long as there are those damn Yankees
The pastime has shifted from summer to fall
where every Sunday means pro football
the season starts fresh
every team has a shot
the weeks fly by
coming to a Roman numeral Super Bowl
three years out of five ending in an I
Does basketball hold envy?
Does baseball feel the loss?
Will football keep running ahead of both?
Heading for the endzone with the toss
Sports are a changing landscape
the athletes are bigger
they are all stronger and faster
fans are often left with mouths agape
by not only the prowess on the field
but when their favorite stars break the law
using their fame as a shield
Is America in need of a new pastime?
Have the spoiled sports babies
put their hands out for every last dime?
If there is an impasse
the public can look to the head of the class
at the teachers preparing the youth
to be successful consumers
to continue to fund the spoiled sport babies
teachers work under the radar
but the level they maintain has imminent ramifications
since every child is a star
The game of basketball is governed by an interaction of a round ball and a round hoop. The bounces that ensue are as random as a thing that really randomly bounces a lot. I bet you can imagine...
In Seattle, on the last day of 2005, two Pac-10 powerhouse basketball teams played a double overtime basketball game that could be the best Pac-10 basketball ever. The grit shown by the visibly worn Washington team in the final moments of the game and the two overtimes is the stuff of legends. Brandon Roy hit two game saving threes, the second as the horn for the first overtime sounded. Hassan Adams of Arizona almost matched his point total and he had junior guard Mustafa Shakur pitch in with big points and assists throughout the tight game.
I would like to say good night to 2005. You were like so many and like none of the others. I wait with held breath, and optimism from a source mysterious, for the next episode.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated01/03/2006 - 10:33contentSo Circles has twelve short stories and two novellas. A novella is a really long short story. At one time there were thirteen short stories but I took one out. You see I had these two stories about sadistic killers, one was extroverted blaming the world for his murders and the other introverted as his rage led to murder.
It was a bit much just as the preceding sentence was a mite long, among other things.
Now I've Done It. Why Am I Writing In Capitols? LOUD WORDS!*
Okay, sorry about that, I was talking about something. You know what, I'm out of ideas, so here's another topic.
Music lyrics are a part of our lives. Is it the music that is the muse or is it the lyrics? Watching The Princess Bride Oh Boy I'm Doing It Again...
I hate it when the first four words of a sentence start with capitol letters because I get all rambled from that point on so...
When I watched The Princess Bride recently, I believe I came to an answer to my own question, to wit, the scene in The Fireswamp when Wesly was getting mauled by an R.O.U.S. (his shoulder was basically chewed down to the muscle of his shoulder) the music added to the suspense I was seeing and hearing and that means that the music is the muse.
The lyrics are nice too though. Don't get me wrong.
an ocean of blue
melancholy dwells within
moist blue eyes
the infinite of light
from a yellow orange sun
spews ethereal flares of fire
deep into the blackness
of infinite space
a forest of green
the color of youth
the stain of age
turned slowly to rust
stared at by brown eyes
turned ever so quickly to red
once plush and beautiful land
turned into smoldering ash
it is all those strong men
who lay in dead heaps
never again to see
Those blue skies
filled with white clouds
providing cool and dark shade
for all of the numerous trees
covered so lushly in green
over the brown land
which will soon
The violence fades
peace fills its chaotic sound
strong hands rebuild what was destroyed
young hands learn for the first time
growing old and calloused
The peace fades
filled by the sounds of chaos
brown turned to red
light to dark
it was over
That last one was a beauty I worked into The War Journal. It was pretty easy since I had such a long timeline.
Oh and an R.O.U.S. is a Rodent Of Unusual Size. I guess ending a sentence with four capitol letter words doesn't ramble me. Sometimes I feel like my own greatest experiment.
*from the movie Anchorman
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated01/22/2006 - 14:58contentIt started with the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey complete with flatulence noises. Geroge Takei (Sulu from Star Trek) announced the cast of characters in his even monotone.
And it was official, Howard Stern was on satellite radio.
The FCC is no longer breathing down his neck and fining him for being Howard Stern. He is free to be as raunchy as he wants to be. But don't expect every other word to be an expletive because that kind of raunch is not long on comedy.
He joked his crew that he was married then took it back so as far as we can tell he is still single and does not owe Robin Quivers a million dollars. He is the push to make satellite the future of radio and the sales to get his show are through the roof.
Oh, and some of the female reporters covering his epic debut had nice cleavage. Stern will always be a charmer.
Here's some raunch, disturbing as well so be warned, I dug out of my library from Funelli's Screenplays.
A couple of stories about the lower spectrum of our society. A businessman’s computer is running slow so he calls a tech. The tech comes in and finds the problem. An enormous volume of kiddy porn. Authorities were immediately brought in. And the bad news just keeps rolling for Senator Fish. He will spend some time in jail for his alleged perversions with his daughter. The trial will be next month. I simply ask this-
Pause so the telecaster can switch angles, still off-screen.
-where have the morals gone?
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated01/29/2006 - 19:19contentWhat better way to look forward to 2006 than by talking about the old and already crusty 2005? Ebert and Roeper did their top 10 picks for 2005. Five movies appeared on both of their lists and here they are:
Crash, Brokeback Mountain, Munich, Syriana and a smaller film called Nine Lives.
2005 was a great year for movies. Many of the great films had overlapping plotlines where characters were effected by the other characters in ways that are unpredictable. That kind of film lends itself to multiple viewings as fans absorb the films the first time then find out the subtle moments interspersed from the second time on. Both of the super critics agreed that the visionary director Robert Altman (Shortcuts, Gosford Park} is a tremendous influence for the type of storytelliong that dominated last year's greatest movies.
My favorite movie of the year was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It was nowhere near as deep as most of the films on Ebert and Roeper's lists and that was why I loved it, wrote two reviews about it and already own it on DVD. The only two from their top tens that I saw were Crash (number one for Roger Ebert) and Syriana (number one for Richard Roeper). Both were the kind of films that can make you very uncomfortable because they talk about things that are still perceived as taboo. They both made me contemplate so many things but these are the most pertinant thoughts:
Will racism ever end?
What is the future of the world's most powerful natural resource?
Could you imagine how the pantheon of time would would smile on 2006 if this was the last year of racism? What if this was the last year of war? What if this was the first year of the rebirth of human growth to allow us to grow closer together? What if the scars on the environment were allowed to heal starting right now in 2006?
Questions, questions, questions but not an answer anywhere.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated02/01/2006 - 11:31contentThis is the climax to a four part blog that came to me when my computer crashed. The first part can be read at the following url:
"I had to hold this guy's paycheck today."
I looked at my wife and wanted to tell her so much more. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't fair. I wanted to tell her how badly I felt for our customers. I wanted to tell her how thankful I am that we maintain our checking and savings accounts in a way that is deemed acceptable. I wanted to thank her for holding me accountable so that when I go into the world I am not held accountable by strangers. I wanted to tell her that Corporate America has such a loud voice. My wife also works at a bank and she shared one of her trevails from the day.
"This guy today cashed a check for one thousand dollars and wanted it all in fives."
"Did you have to count out one thousand dollars in fives?"
She nodded her head with a whimsical smile upon her face. Although it was inconveinent for her to do it, she was able to give at least one person what he wanted. That made me feel good and I don't know why anymore.
"The paranoid is totally rigid. His fixed ideas cannot be shaken and they dominate his life."
"Are you quoting Philip K. Dick again?"
I nodded my head with a whimsical smile on my face. She read Shell Game, which is my favorite short story by the author of movie adaptations of Minority Report,Total Recall and Paycheck, and it brought us closer together.
Our paranoia revolves around the Jones's. We have tried to keep up with them by spending on our credit cards but in the end we never truly catch up because while we were paying back those loans with interest, the Jones's are paying with cash. Our paranoia is vanity that someone might think we can't afford the newest toys. Our vanity leads to debt and we want to hide that debt from the Jones's. Our paranoia is that the Jones's actually care about what we have but there is somethng we have lost in the paranoia and the vanity.
It's a philosophical dilemma that we have become too near-sighted to see anymore. The Jones's are trying to keep up with the Bush's and the Bush's want to keep up with the Kennedy's. It is democracy in its simplest form. Socialism is a dirty word but we are told as children that sharing is not a dirty word. Democracy was once a shining star but the elite have never learned to share because they fear that sharing would lead to Socialism.
If only Sam and Karl could have ventured past the coldness and taken advice from one another. From one extreme to the other are both too far but the middle will always be there, between them and possibly holding a solution. Whether or not the solution is right or wrong can only be discovered through answers to unasked questions.
Corporate America is about procuring every last nickel and with that powerful voice telling us to give into our vanity, the paranoid will always think they need more. So now the paranoid look like you and me and Mr. and Mrs. Jones and Uncle Sam and Karl Marx. We all have great new toys and question why we are not happy. We are only happy when our toys stop working because then we finally have a reason to be mad.
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated02/18/2006 - 20:56contentDid the mob have it in for the Kennedy's? Their reign over the country hit a snag in the early 1960's under JFK's laws against organized crime. Jack Ruby, the man who killed Lee Harvey Oswald, was a connected guy.
Was Jack Ruby plan B and the supposed second shooter on the grassy knoll in Dallas was actually taking a shot at Oswald in the book depository. That's classic mob tactics: one shooter for the hit and another shooter for the shooter.
When RFK was murdered in LA, the LAPD wanted nothing more than to solve the case and not have all of the conspiracy theories that were born in Dallas five years earlier. You know what they say about best intentions. Sirhan Sirhan is still in jail to this day and still has no recognition of his pivotal role in the history of this country.
He proved to be easily placed under hypnosis and could have been a Manchurian candidate or a programmed assassin that will commit the crime then have no recollection of any such involvement.
JFK was felled by three shots but there is a feeling that four were fired. RFK was felled by two out of eight shots but there is a feeling that up to eleven were fired.
What does it all mean? It means that we have something to talk about for another forty years and although we think we know what happened, we also know that we may never know what happened.
I like what the Drill Sergeant from Full Metal Jacket said when he told his recruits that Oswald was a hell of a shot. And as for Sirhan Sirhan, it is sad when paupers topple princes. Wouldn't the world be a better place with RFK still alive? If nothing else, Sirhan might not have spent his whole life in prison.
Here's a quick one from Lyricism.
nuts and bolts
Isn’t that a jolt?
- typeblog entrytitleauthorJ Floyd Kingcreated02/25/2006 - 00:06contentA single loose end can make the mind bend. I want to feel the stream and the sun's beam and the consciousness that is all our weaknesses. When the private side no longer hides and the second side is no longer along for the ride, well, one loose end will cease the mind bend but I think there will be a few more in store before the end.
I have talked a lot about myself but I have yet to really talk about myself. Man, things are going on in my life that just make my head spin and spin and spin.
I try to lay down but there is no ground. I try to scream but there is no sound. I try to smile and all I see is a frown. I never learned to swim so I fear water and I don't want to drown. The tears of a clown. And the planet spins around and around.
Pink Floyd is comfortably numb and Tool wants to flush it all down. Maybe that is a smile and it never was a frown. To sound again is resound. Oh, a joke made it into the crowd, if that is allowed by the passing of the shroud.
My wife is my life and it cuts like a knife. The strife of this life is a poem from the mind of a man who can reach across the land. But no one sees his hand. Yet they all say 'How grand.'
Don't let the sun go down on me because in the night I cannot see but let it be yet I see the future before me and I all I want to do is scream.
I spend the confusion in the garage where there is a spider lost. The light is its dearest cost. Its consciousness so in tuned to its own cause that I must applaud. My mind pulled this way and that since I am a fraud. But dammit, I believe in God.
What is a day but to live it? Breath is what binds us as we share a day among so many. We work and we play filling up every day. A third is spent in bed where our minds drift.
They drift to ever after peaks. And hear what no one speaks. Dancing in the dark is a wondrous time yet not all of the time. And there is the life we dream where everything is nothing or so it seems.
I think I have found a root of evil, two of them actually, but that is for another time. Good and evil can actually both rhyme. It is all about what they surround themselves by. It can sound so trite: Pay It Forward in an even more trite movie. Or it can sound real: Evil Begets Evil in a movie that has yet to be made.
Since we live it everyday...