The newest CrashToon is an old, dusted-off gem dug up from the crypt:

A psychedelic nightmare scenario erupts as kung fu zombies battle for the brains of a helpless young woman in NIGHT OF THE KUNG FU ZOMBIE BASTARDS FROM HELL! (redux), a surreal stop-action animated, negative-projected, in-camera-edited kung fu zombie flick shot on super 8 negative film.

"Night of the Kung Fu Zombie Bastards from Hell!" was shot in 1997 for the Austin Cinemaker Co-op's super 8 in-camera-edited film festival "Attack of the 50 Foot Reel."  The short existed in its original stop-action animated, negative-projected, in-camera-edited form until 2008 when it was unearthed for the eleven-year anniversary treatment.  Post-production tightening and sound effects were always the intent for "NOTKFZBFH!"  Now, a decade and a year later, post-production is complete and we proudly present "Night of the Kung Fu Zombie Bastards from Hell! (redux)."

Catch zombie fever at www.CrashToons.com

The newest CrashToon is an old, dusted-off gem dug up from the crypt:

A psychedelic nightmare scenario erupts as kung fu zombies battle for the brains of a helpless young woman in NIGHT OF THE KUNG FU ZOMBIE BASTARDS FROM HELL! (redux), a surreal stop-action animated, negative-projected, in-camera-edited kung fu zombie flick shot on super 8 negative film.

"Night of the Kung Fu Zombie Bastards from Hell!" was shot in 1997 for the Austin Cinemaker Co-op's super 8 in-camera-edited film festival "Attack of the 50 Foot Reel."  The short existed in its original stop-action animated, negative-projected, in-camera-edited form until 2008 when it was unearthed for the eleven-year anniversary treatment.  Post-production tightening and sound effects were always the intent for "NOTKFZBFH!"  Now, a decade and a year later, post-production is complete and we proudly present "Night of the Kung Fu Zombie Bastards from Hell! (redux)."

Catch zombie fever at www.CrashToons.com

First, intestinal fortitude is a ridiculous euphemism for guts. Fortitude is courage. Period. It needs no modifier. And it has nothing to do with intestines. Sure, some people do get cramps or diarrhea when facing fear, but then it's up to the author to show it rather than relying on the wretched phrase "intestinal fortitude."

Second, guts meaning fortitude did not make an appearance until the 1930s. Which means that the euphemism intestinal fortitude came later.

There are certain terms I would like to rub out of the English language. Intestinal fortitude is one. Coed is another. What a patronizing term! Coed is short for coeducational and refers to the women who were allowed into previously all male colleges and universities. Perhaps it had meaning back in the nineteen-thirties, but its use today is demeaning. It says men are educated, and women are co-educated. (Like a pilot and co-pilot.) So please, do not use coed. Student is sufficient, or woman student if you have to differentiate.

Another term that grates is excess verbiage. Verbiage means excess words, so excess verbiage is excess excess words. Doesn't even make sense. Nor does "reiterate again". Reiterate means to say again and again. Reiterate again means to say again and again, again and again.

The moral of the story? Don't take any of your words for granted. They are a gift. And a responsibility.

I met Melanie for the first time this weekend, when I went out to do the Queen Street Art Saturday in downtown Niagara Falls (which is a lot of fun, by the way, and you should all come out). She is the driving force behind the downtown revival, and she's like this whirlwind of energy. You can't help but instantly love her. She's alive and bubbly, and enthusiastic and passionate. She's the kind of person that we all wish we could be, and want to hate cus they're so awesome, but can't because they're...well...they're so awesome!

I decided to take a peek at her website today. I knew that she was involved with the Green party, because I remember her from the last election. Little did I realize, she is the Deputy Leader of the Green Party of Ontario. This girl (really, I should say woman) is 24. Seriously. Twenty-four. Who else here thinks that kicks ass? In my opinion, that takes serious balls. Everyone says they want to change the world - she is ACTUALLY doing just that. She literally is being the change she wants to see in the world. It's people like her who are going to save this planet, because she is going to inspire the rest of us plebs to actually do something too.

I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for her, because this is a woman who is going places. If there were awards for being awesome, I would nominate her ASAP (seriously, anyone know if there are awards like this?).  I can't wait to see what she's going to do next.

All I have to say is this: Rock on, Melanie. Rock on.

For the rest of you: go check out these websites, get involved, or just come down to the Saturday art festivals and support your local artists! We need love too.

Queen Street Art Saturdays
Melanie Mullen
Facebook Group: My Downtown Niagara Falls

So check these sites out, join the Facebook group, and in the words of Melanie herself: Inspire and be inspired.

I sat paralyzed for some time, taking in these new surroundings.  It seems so alien to see a bird dancing and singing on the fence such a spot of life in such a property of expiration and lifelessness.  I heard dogs, big mean dogs growling not far away and angry with the intruders.  I'm sure they were for protection, this was however a really bad part of town.  I looked to my right and inconceivably, there was a battered pick-up truck, black with white hood flames, carelessly painted on it's aging surface, and in the bed of the jalopy, lay a stack of bodies tossed haphazardly one on top of the other.  The flesh was torn neatly and completely from them; the ribcages were meatless and yet somehow still appeared to have veins.  The skin was drying out and becoming taught on the bones as the sticky connective tissues does when exposed to the air.  I was glad it was too cold for the flies.  I knew this was illegal, however, I wasn't going to tangle myself up in such matters.  I pondered the thought, but decided it best to keep my mouth shut.  I didn't want to end up in the truck and rubbed my arm without thinking, to make sure my own body was still hydrated with life.   I was lucky enough for the opportunity to even be a visitor in this area.  I felt like a spectator at the Coliseum, jittery with anticipation of the horrors, which had brought me to this place to begin with.  

Just then, I was snapped back to attention, back from letting my mind wrap itself around the bloody tarps and what they'd held not long ago, by the creaking and subsequent slamming of a screen door without a spring, which has a sound all of it's own if you've ever heard one.  I looked up and he had awoken, the slayer, the knife wielder was there in front of me I could feel him looking at me, his eyes moving over my body, sizing me up.   I was careful to dress conservatively, you never know with types like these and I didn't need anything spinning out of control.  I nodded and acknowledged him and met his eyes that were little and mean like a pig.  I introduced myself, unsure if he'd remember me after having known each other so many years ago, but he did.  He was bare-chested in the frosty air, and pulling on a putrid shirt thick with congealed blood.  It was hard to imagine anywhere without blood in this place.  He was a servant, a craftsman of sorts and I was there to pay for his trademark services.

Wordlessly, he heaved open the heavy steel door, the previous smell outside couldn't even compare with the wall that hit me and I silently cleared my throat, I didn't want to offend the assassin.  There were more bodies in several states of dismemberment inside, some on hooks, some decapitated, some slowly oozing blood onto the slab.   He grunted something about the mess, and waved my hand to say, it's nothing, but at the same time, I was arguing with myself for having all of that red wine the night prior, I was fine before but I didn't feel so well at the moment.  It was so much different from the sterile medical environment in which I'm used to working.

He opened a cabinet, and pointed inside, here's what you've come for.  I didn't know if it was customary to look at it, was I supposed to compliment his work?  I decided not to and he helped me carry it out to the car.  I told him I had the cash.  He didn't say anything and walked up the porch steps into what I figured was where he slept, when not perfecting his, lets call it, his art.  He turned back towards me, and told me to come in.  I was leery, I thought I'd just give him the cash and go, hell I didn't care about the price, and he could have all of it, just to get me out of this abomination.

I gaped at the entryway, it was a mixture of blood and caked mud that led into the house, and I didn't even ask if I should take off my shoes.  I wouldn't have anyhow.  He began tallying up the fees for his service and I just handed him the wad of money, the bodiless victims were everywhere staring at me and begging me to save the others, I had to leave, immediately.  As I was climbing into my car, and locking the doors without thinking, he was calling out that I'd paid too much.  I left without answering; deciding that no matter what sick, demented tendencies I have, this one is fulfilled and I can't be a party to this sort of thing ever again. 

This place, being in this place is not something you'll ever hear in discussed politely at dinner parties, it's not something you'd bring up casually to friends.  However, sometimes, you can actually feel it in someone who you know has shared the dark landscape of your nightmares. I took the gamble and relayed my experience to someone else; it was a seedy bar seemingly the place to find someone who'd shared such experience.  Luckily, I read this man's eyes correctly.  His experience was in a rural area and when he'd arrived at the location, there were a half dozen knife clad children surrounding him itching with anticipation and were only called off by someone, maybe their grandfather.  Patience, patience children.  Do not harm the body, this one is to save, do not tug it so children.  He clearly was not in a hurry to get started, the candles were long burned and longer they had to burn, this judged by the fact that he was clutching in one blood soaked hand peanuts and the other popcorn, a snack was in order before the blood bath and ritual began.....

Brett Finlay is a professor in the Michael Smith Laboratories, and the Departments of Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, and Microbiology and Immunology at the University of British Columbia.

His research program focuses on E. coli, how it interacts with the cells of the human gut, and mouse models of E. coli-like infections.  Dr. Finlay will speak at the conference on Beneficial Microbes in San Diego this October, where he’ll describe the results of some of his latest research, which examines how E. coli infections effect the microbes that live in our guts.

Sadly, outbreaks of Escherichia coli infections in this country are common – just this summer a huge E. coli outbreak in Oklahoma sickened nearly 300 people and sent 67 of them to the hospital.  Clearly, in an outbreak, not everyone is effected equally.  When lots of people are exposed to E. coli, why do some of those people walk away unharmed while others wind up in the I.C.U.?  Dr. Finlay would say part of the answer, at least, probably lies in which microbes live in our intestine.

In this podcast, I talked with Dr. Finlay about why we have so many different kinds of microbes in our guts, what happens to them when E. coli strikes, and why we have a long way to go before probiotics offer help – and not just hope.

I love to kick balls(*laughs*)..soccer ball, i mean...

Playing soccer is one of my past time(and hobby) right now. I love to play it for it makes me feel healthy and at the same time, i can have new set of friends, the soccer dudes.

When I was in high school, i was sort-of inclined to sports-basketball,volleyball,softball,discuss throw and shot put. Before, playing these sort of games made me popular in school. But now, playing soccer made me a true player. For I learned a lot of things inside and outside the field. I learned the value of my teammates and even the true spirit of sportsmanship. And once you're playing with your teammates, it really does not matter if you win or lose, as long as you did all your best and you did not lose all your hope. Once your inside the field, all you have is the "spirit"..the spirit that reflects your guts and courage to play and to win no matter what will happen. Losing is always part of the game and it is inevitable and all you have to do is learn to stand up and play like you never  "lose" a single game.

And whatever may happen inside the filed, I know I don't have to worry about it for I have my teammates with me who will always be there to support and guide me.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

By Robin Lloyd

An analysis of the gut contents from an exceptionally well-preserved juvenile dinosaur fossil suggests that the hadrosaur's last meal included plenty of well-chewed leaves digested into tiny bits.

The fossil, Brachylophosaurus canadensis aka "Leonardo," is the second well-substantiated case in which the gut contents of a plant-eating dinosaur have been revealed, said Justin S. Tweet, who was a graduate student at the University of Colorado at Boulder when he studied the fossil with colleagues there including paleontologist Karen Chin.

The dino, found in what geologists call the Judith River Formation, in Montana, will go on display to the public Friday at the Houston Museum of Natural Science's "Dinosaur Mummy CSA: Cretaceous Science Investigation" exhibition.

"Our interpretation suggests that the subadult Judith River Formation brachylophosaur had a leaf-dominated diet shortly before its death," the authors write in the September issue of PALAIOS, the journal of the Society for Sedimentary Geology.

Skin and scales

Leonardo is a 77-million-year-old duckbilled dinosaur whose remains are covered with patterned fossilized skin. The specimen has given scientists a rare peek inside a dinosaur. Digital technology and X-ray scans, some of which were conducted at NASA Johnson Space Center's Ellington Field facility in Texas, has helped paleontologists reconstruct what Leonardo looked like in life, what it ate, its muscle mass and its limb movements.

An analysis of pollen found in the specimen's gut region revealed a variety of plants, including ferns, conifers and flowering plants. Although the pollen could have been ingested when the dinosaur drank water, the tiny leaf bits, under 5 millimeters (a quarter-inch) in length, indicate that Leonardo was a big browser of plants, Chin said.

Hadrosaurs were certainly capable of processing food into tiny bits in part with their continually replacing teeth and grinding jaws.

The tricky part with the analysis was building a case that the plant matter found inside the gut came from the dinosaur's last meal, not from material that penetrated the body or flowed into the area after death. The case was helped by the fact that Leonardo was buried quickly and undisturbed by scavengers, and its body cavity appears to be undisturbed. At least 12 percent of the gut contents in the carcass included organic matter, such as leaves. The rest was clay and grit. Some of the inorganic stuff probably flowed into the body after death, Tweet said.

Overall, the most exciting part of the research was working with material that could actually be gut contents, Tweet said.

"This is very rare for dinosaurs, where we usually have to settle for generalizations of feeding behavior based on skull anatomy," he told LiveScience.

The research was funded by grants through the University of Colorado and its Museum of Natural History and a Geological Society of American Graduate Student Grant.

'Cranial Cuisinart'

Houston Museum of Natural Science Curator of Paleontology Robert T. Bakker, one of the first scientists to work on the fossil, said that duckbill dinosaurs like Leonardo had large bills and jaws full of tiny teeth, about 800 of them, that ground and chopped tough plants and plant parts, including conifer needles, bark and twigs, like a "cranial Cuisinart."

The contents of the gastrointestinal tract then were processed by digestive juices and gut microbes.

Leonardo has a pebbly skin texture, like the lower leg of an ostrich or another big bird, Bakker said, but on the front of Leonardo's ankle and shin, the skin becomes very thick like armor which helped it move through the underbrush.

The fossil was discovered in the summer of 2000 during an expedition to a cattle ranch about 15 miles north of Malta, Mont. Leonardo was named after graffiti found on a nearby rock that read: "Leonard Webb loves Geneva Jordan 1916."

The Houston exhibition will also feature an icthyosaur "mummy," which has contents of her intestines and four babies preserved inside her body, and the only mummified Triceratops skin ever found. The exhibition's opening was delayed a week as a result of conditions and power losses in the Houston area after Hurricane Ike, including five days without primary power at the museum. Leonardo and other exhibition specimens were unharmed, a museum spokeswoman said.

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Probable Gut Contents Within A Specimen Of Brachylophosaurus Canadensis (Dinosauria: Hadrosauridae) From the Upper Cretaceous Judith River Formation Of Montana

Justin S. Tweet, Karen Chin, Dennis R. Braman, and Nate L. Murphy
PALAIOS 2008 23: 624-635. [Abstract] [Full Text] [Figures Only] [PDF]  

Abstract - An exceptionally preserved subadult specimen (JRF 115H) of a hadrosaurid, Brachylophosaurus canadensis, from the Judith River Formation near Malta, Montana, contains abundant plant fragments concentrated within the body cavity. We examined the taphonomy of the carcass and analyzed the gut-region material to test whether the organic remains represent fossilized gut contents. The dinosaur was buried in a fluvial channel setting, and the excellent articulation, integument impressions, and lack of scavenging indicate rapid burial. The organic material occupies a volume of at least 5750 cm³, and comparable material is not found outside the carcass. The carcass contents include about 63% clay, about 16% undetermined matrix, about 12% organic matter, and about 9% larger inorganic clasts—mostly 50–100 µm quartz grains. Most of the organics appear to be mm-scale leaf fragments. The most parsimonious explanation for the presence and composition of the gut-region material is that much of the plant fossils represent reworked brachylophosaur ingesta influenced by flowing water that entered through openings in the carcass and introduced clay. The evidence strongly suggests that the hadrosaurid ate significant quantities of leaves and processed them into small pieces. This study provides baseline information for analyzing other cases of putative gut contents in herbivorous dinosaurs.

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Ce dimanche, je travaillais aux élections.  Pas les fédérales, elles n'auront lieu que le 14 octobre.  Il y avait des élections municipales, dans l'arrondissement voisin du mien, à Saint-Léonard.  Et comme j'ai accepté d'y travailler, et que j'ai été assermenté, je devais donc demeurer dans la plus stricte neutralité jusqu'à la fin de mon travail.  Maintenant que le travail est terminé, et que Michel Bissonnet a remporté le scrutin, avec quelque chose comme environ 95% des votes exprimés (et à l'unanimité dans mon bureau de vote), je peux donc recommencer à parler de politique comme bon me semble.

Un article, paru dans La Presse, et signé Daphné Cameron, explique qu'à la lumière d'un sondage (un autre!) Segma - La Presse - Gesca, il n'y a qu'environ 4 jeunes sur 10 qui s'intéressent un tant-soit-peu à la politique.  D'ailleurs, l'article mentionne que selon les chiffres d'Élections Canada, seulement 25% des jeunes se sont prévalus de leur droit de vote, lors de l'élection générale de l'an 2000.  Pourtant, s'il y a un groupe d'âge qui demande des changements, ce sont bien les jeunes!  Alors, voilà; les jeunes devront comprendre que s'ils veulent des changements, ils vont devoir s'impliquer davantage.  Mais comment?  J'y arrive.

Premièrement, le sondage en question dit que les jeunes ne se reconnaissent pas dans les politiciens actuels, parce qu'ils sont déconnectés de la réalité des jeunes.  D'un côté, si aucun chef fédéral actuel ne peut être qualifié de "vieillard", de l'autre, il faut avouer que les bases militantes sont plutôt composées de retraités.  Il faut donc avoir le courage de prendre sa place, parmi ces retraités.  Qui sait?  Peut-être seront-ils plutôt heureux de voir une certaine relève s'installer.

Deuxièmement, il faut comprendre qu'il y a des façons de faire, quand on veut changer les choses.  Imaginez que la société est un train, qui roule juste assez rapidement pour que l'on puisse y monter, du moment que l'on est capable de soutenir un bon pas de course.  Je fais ce parallèle avec un train pour montrer que l'on ne peut pas changer la société en s'y opposant, mais bien en y prenant part.  Avez-vous déjà essayé de vous planter devant un train, pour tenter de l'arrêter?  Je ne vous le conseille vraiment pas!  Il est préférable de prendre le pas de course, afin de vous hisser dans le train, et une fois à l'intérieur, vous pourrez vous rendre jusqu'aux commandes de celui-ci, afin de le contrôler.  Bref, si vous voulez changer les politiques des gouvernements, il vous faut d'abord entrer au gouvernement, et de la manière usuelle.  Le caporal Denis Lortie a tenté d'y entrer autrement, il y a de cela 24 ans, et ça s'est plutôt mal terminé, pour lui.  Croyez-moi, la meilleure façon de changer la société, c'est d'entrer en politique.

Une belle façon de le faire, c'est de vous impliquer auprès d'un jeune candidat.  Vérifiez, dans votre circonscription, s'il y a un candidat qui vous interpelle, et qui est dans votre groupe d'âge.  Ne vous fiez pas trop au parti, mais plutôt à l'énergie du candidat, à son originalité.  Par exemple, dans la circonscription de Montcalm (municipalités de Lachenaie, Mascouche, La Plaine, Saint-Roch-de-l'Achigan, Saint-Roch-Ouest, Saint-Jacques-de-Montcalm, Sainte-Marie-Salomé, Saint-Liguori, Saint-Alexis, village et paroisse, Saint-Esprit, Sainte-Julienne, Saint-Lin--Laurentides, Saint-Calixte), il y a un candidat de 24 ans, qui fait sa campagne... en scooter!  Bon, d'accord, son chef est Stéphane Dion.  Mais, comme je le disais, ne vous fiez pas au parti, mais au gars (ou à la fille), et à son courage, dans cette campagne.  Ce gars-là, dans Montcalm, s'appelle David Grégoire.  Il a du "guts", il est dynamique, et aimerait bien s'entourer d'une méchante gang de jeunes!  Passez voir son groupe sur Facebook, et allez le voir en personne.  Ou encore, fixez-lui un rendez-vous, et il ira vous voir en scooter!

Et pour ceux qui ne sont pas dans Montcalm, vous pouvez faire pareil avec un candidat de votre choix, dans votre circonscription.  Essayez d'éviter ceux qui ne se feront jamais élire (NPD, Verts, autres petits partis), et concentrez-vous sur les principaux partis, parce que leurs candidats ont des chances de gagner.  Ne vous en faites pas; toutes les contributions sont acceptées!

En terminant, c'est ben beau, de pavaner des pancartes, en demandant plus de démocratie, mais la démocratie, il faut l'entretenir.  Et pour ce faire, il faut se magner le cul, et aller voter!

let me speak as a friend
although the centuries hang
between us and neither you nor I
can see the moon.

be careful less the onion blind the eye
or the snake sting
or the beetle possess the house
or the lover your wife
or the government your child
or the wine your will
or the doctor your heart
or the butcher your belly
or the cat your chair
or the lawyer your ignorance of the law
or the law dressed as a uniformed man and killing you.

dismiss perfection as an ache of the
greedy
but do not give in to the mass modesty of
easy imperfection.

and remember
the belly of the whale is laden with
great men.

no leaders, please

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don't swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can
never
categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.

art

as the
spirit
wanes
the
form
appears.

CHARLES BUKOWSKI, The Pleasures of the Damned: Poems, 1951-1993

Bukowski: Poetry and Motion

House

The Biggest Loser:Families

My Family's Got GUTS

The Cheetah Girls: One World

Rush Hour

This shirt in question is indicative of just how wonderful this club we all support is. The people (or individual) in charge of merchandise seem(s) completely incapable of creating clothing that's even the slightest bit desirable. Instead, the club have once again churned out leisure wear items which not only look ridiculous, but, in some cases, are completely lacking in grammar. 

Now, a shirt with 'No Guts? No Glory!' might have made more sense. Or perhaps 'No Guts = No Glory' - but instead, the creator of the shirt produced an item of clothing that reads as a statement of fact. If anyone with even the slightest sensibility was to read the slogan, they would surmise that Palace are a club with no guts and thus no glory. In a move that confirms the point of the slogan, the official website's subtext for it is 'Forever Palace - No Guts or Glory' - so that eradicates any doubt about what they were trying to say!

It's shameful; and it's been like this for years. While the on-the-field kit is acceptable (where are the red and blue stripes again?) - the general merchandise side of things isn't. Palace have seemingly tried and failed to make extra revenue by producing cheap tat, hoping that they could fob it off to fans who'll spend extortionate amounts on cheap merchandise. Just as Freddy Shepherd was criticised for saying it, 

Palace are equally open to criticism for continuing to show such disregard for its fans. When it comes to producing a whole host of awful looking shirts, Palace are quite clearly the greatest shit shirt producers around. The club need to completely review their entire money-making ideas, because they don't work. The attendances are reducing every season, and with it, so will the additional revenue that merchandise can bring. 

Who can forget that Palace is the same club that couldn't spell its own name correctly on it's own kit in 2004 - Chrystal Palace F.C. indeed.  

One would hope that someone at the club will see how stupid this shirt looks, and will take it off sale.

If you like the look of the above shirt, you can buy it from the Palace Club Shop located at Selhurst Park, or you can log on to the official club shop website here and purchase it for a princely £19.99!

Got Guts 5K Run, Walk and Gluten-free Food Fair

A 100% gluten-free diet means avoiding foods that contain wheat, barley, rye, and oats. Organizers of the Got Guts 5K Run/Walk and Gluten-Free Food Fair hope to further awareness and help those already diagnosed discover a community that understands the gluten-free life. The run/walk is at Walter E. Long and the fair features tons of gluten-free goodies like cookies, nutrition bars, and sports drinks. Here for more info.

LA PIAZZA ITALIANNA Taste of Italy Festival

I love all things Italian. And I've always wanted to attend the Italian Festival, so this weekend is my chance! At Laguna Gloria, this year's festival features a FERRARI Car Show, Aprilia & Ducati scooters, Italian food, gelato, espresso, wine, live music, lyric opera, Roman massages, Bocce games, Mediterranean belly dancing, and more for $10. Here for more info, though really, there isn't much more info. I guess we just have to go and see!

Para quem não assistiu, assistam é um ótimo filme =D

Enfim, foi baseado em um livro de Chuck Palahniuk, ele ja escreveu inumeros livros, muitos deles ainda não publicado aqui no Brasil.

Tão adaptando Choke, outro livro dele, pro cinema ^^

http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=yMZ3Mi1vT-w

Vejam o trailer aí, pareçe ser muito bom também, hehe.

E aqui vou por um conto de Chuck Palahniuk, ''Guts'' do livro Haunted, é muito forte esse conto, ja vou dizendo logo, pesadissímo.

O conto ficou famoso na net, e dizem que em sessões de leitura do livro 35 pessoas teriam desmaiado, devido ao conteúdo do conto! :O

Enfim, isso vai instigar mais ainda vocês a lerem, mas realmente é bem pesado!

Em português:

http://lendasurbanas.wordpress.com/2007/03/13/guts-chuck-palahniuk/

Em inglês:
http://chuckpalahniuk.net/features/shorts/guts

Há!

Joe Carnahan, you demented f&*king genius!

If you've seen "Smoking Aces", you know how incredibly violent and insane Joe Carnahan can take a story, but if you haven't treated yourself to "Blood, Guts, Bullets, and Octane" you're denying yourself one of his best works.

The premise is actually similar to Aces in a lot of ways.  It starts out seemingly simple in telling the story of a pair of used car dealers down on their luck, and quickly turns into a violent race to the finish.

This was Carnahan's first movie, and I was introduced to it when I was on my independent kick in the late 90s.  This is the kind of movie that makes me love independent films and it is one of the films responsible for my current career path.

For comparison, it's similar to Robert Rodriguez's "El Mariachi" in tone and slightly in the style, but with Tarantino's dialogue choices.

Just trust me on this, if you like Carnahan's work in "Smoking Aces", or just cool action films in general, do yourself a favor and check out "Blood, Guts, Bullets, and Octane".

You'll be glad you did.

William, the Movie Nerdfighter

who wants to just run out and shoot a feature after seeing this movie again

If you read the blog about tact, you obviously know a friend of mine attacked me and used this blog to justify being so tacky.  She told me I was shitty to my husband and that both my husband and I are shitty to our children.  I handled her comments about me as a wife with grace, mercy, and compassion because I was well prepared for them - this was not the first time she had insulted me as a wife.  However, as you with children may know, you just don't insult someone as a parent.  If there are concerns you feel you must relay to them, you have to do so with great compassion for their feelings and care for your friendship... calling me "shitty" was going a bit far, and quite frankly it was crass and tacky.  

In many ways I admire this woman as a mother, but there are just as many ways in which I do not.  At the end of the day, though, I believe her goal and my goal are the same: we want our children to grow up well adjusted, happy, respectful, confident, and independent.  We have different ways of achieving those goals, but hey that's diversity.  I embrace it!

None of that matters.  I know you all, and I know you are 100% beside me on this.  After all, it was NEVER her opinion or her willingness to express it that bothered me.  It was the fact that she was so tacky, so overly emotional, so tactless, and so rude.  I wrote her a message sincerely apologizing to her (because I said, "Fuck you then" and hung up on her).  Instead of responding she goes and bugs my best friend about it, completely trashing me and defending her actions by saying that she is "just ballsy enough to tell" me "what all the rest of you won't", implying that all of you think I'm shitty but she is the only one with the guts to tell me to my face.

Personally, I think if the bitch had any balls about her she would have responded to me and not tried to put my friend in the middle of it.  If she had any maturity and respect (for even herself) she wouldn't have been childish enough to run like a school girl to work and gossip about me behind my back.  And if she had any brains she wouldn't have said anything to my best friend, expecting him to keep that a secret from me.  She has a pretty warped view of friendship, obviously.  

So enough venting... there's plenty more I could say but I'd rather say it to a person's face if I'm going to say it at all.  There are a couple things I want to address with all of you though, the ones who read my blog, the ones who would call themselves my friend:

1.  If you have something to say to me, please FEEL FREE to express your opinion now.  I welcome your opinions!!  I don't always ask for them, but right now I am... you know why I'm asking??  Because I have complete faith in all of you to be able to convey your opinions in a mature and respectful way, just as you always have.  I can't help some people are tacky... but I don't have to be friends with tacky, rude people.  I absolutely know that each of you can be respectful AND ballsy at the same time.  It's a little something my friends and I like to call class.

2.  If you are scared to express your opinion to me, please tell me that as well.  I thought she put down all of you when she insinuated that you are for any reason afraid of ME... I mean hello, what am I going to do to you?

3.  For those of you who did not understand why I would encourage Jeremy to join the Navy... believe me, I know that already.  Do not feel you really had to say it.  For some, your silence was enough.  It was for you that I explained why he was considering it anyway.  I explained the reasons because I knew some of you - Michael for instance - thought I must be out of my mind for mentioning the military.  Michael didn't have to tell me this... I have known that fucker long enough to know exactly what he thought without asking.  That's when classy folks like him have the good sense to shut up because there's no sense in being rude, especially when in the end he's going to support me no matter what, just like all of you.  

That's what friendship is about, yall.  Support.  We express our concerns with one another, sure!  Sometimes we express concerns that our friends do not like or agree with... but no matter what, we support each other.

Thanks to all of you out there who have shown me what kind of friends I have!!  You are all amazing people who inspire me, who keep me going.  You never - EVER - have to be scared of telling me what you think, because I know you... and I know that you would never be deliberately hurtful or inconsiderate.

So I hated to end the friendship because despite my rant I did like her.  But I will not tolerate someone calling me a shitty mother.  My kids are fabulous, and I'd like to think I have a little hand in that.  I had to sit and ask myself what kind of friend insults a person like that, in such a hateful and immature way?  I think you know the answer as well as I do.

(And again, opinions welcome - don't be scurred.)  :D

as a kid, i've always wanted to compete on GUTS, a competitive sports challenge show on the nickelodeon network from the early 90s. more specifically, it was all about conquering the aggro crag: the most extreme and angular man-made mountain known to...man. when the show ended in 95, i thought i'd missed my chance. but now in the year 2008, it returns as "My Family's Got Guts." who wants to make a family with me and compete and have a go at that unmovable behemoth?? or we could just watch the show and say, "i could do that in 5 seconds."

Three hours later, I was home with some little bottles of pills and an instruction to take plenty of fluids.

I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.  At least at the hospital, my return to health is based on lab tests and other quantifiable things.  At home, it's based on whether I "feel OK."  And I'm never quite sure that I do.

Anyway, my announcement is that everyone should make sure that your guts are in good health.  When they aren't, it can get kind of scary.

GUTS is BACK on NICKELODEON September 15th @ 8pm!!  It's called My Family's Got Gutsnow, so that's why I need to go out and adopt some children.  So, if anyone has connections with an adoption agency, so I can grab up some athletic kids around 14 yrs old, holler at me.  Oh yeah, I'm gonna need a stand in Wife too... so if you're interested, athletic, and willing to do a quick Vegas style Marriage (that will definitely be over at the end of the show taping)...shoot me a Comment!!...