Hey Lee-Heads!
This post is heavily inspired by the book I mentioned last time, but whatevs, it was an inspiring book.
I want to make horror movies, but not horror-horror movies. How many times do skeletons pop out, does the main character go insane, do we have a masked killer?
These things don't scare us anymore, they don't make us fear walking down the street, they don't make us fear for our lives.
We need reality horror movies.
Movies that spend the whole time convincing you that yes, you are gay, and yes, that is horrible, and yes, society will hate you for it. You'll fear walking down the street after that, every time you pass another person, you'll fear for your life, scared they'll see through your heterosexual facade. Eventually you'll just retire to your house, boarded in, locked up, spend all your time on the internet, scared the government will bash in your door and drag you off to de-gay you.
We need movies that convince you that society is an evil thing and the only thing to do is get away from it all and write poetry. But your mother is dying and you need to pay her hospital bills and you have dependent kids you can't drag into the wild with you. You see the evil in your day-to-day proceedings, but you can't do anything about them. It's a lose-lose scenario, it's terrifying.
We need these movies, we need to convince the paying media that the world is a scary, scary place, where nothing will hide you from being persecuted for being yourself.
And then we'll release a comedy where everyone will fart and laugh and say homosexuality is great while not resorting to extremes and stereotypes.
It'll unite the world, it'll tear down all social structures, it'll make the world into a place that's good and pure and beautiful.
And that's when I'll take over.
Join me, and together we'll rule the world as author and audience.
-Lee
I'll fly to the moon
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hey,
I know I said I'd talk about the hulk, but fuck that, I want to talk about money.
Money has no value for me.
The government gave me $100. Don't ask me why, it was a tax return for a job I thought was under the table. Why they gave it to me and not some poor person or a program or anything more worthwhile I do not know. Anyways, I got $100. It's almost all gone now.
I took out $50 immediately for alcohol in the future. I spent $20 on a 3D movie and drink. Today I spent $15 on a book. It's almost all gone, as you can see.
But I want to talk about the book. It was Overqualified, by Joey Comeau. It was a good book, not a classic, but good, solid, I bought it today and I'm already half way through my second reading. I read it the first time in less than 2 hours on my way home from the book store.
I missed one of my stops. I ended up in a place I had never been before, despite the fact I shared a name with it. Lees station, I have no idea where it is on a map but I know it's on the transit way between Hurdman and Rideau.
It was then that I realized this book will take me places, it will open doors to me that I didn't even realize the purposes to open. And maybe the Lees bus adventure was entirely useless, but I saw a place I had never seen before, I had seen and noticed people I had never seen or noticed before. I saw an old Asian lady fall off a bus, while her son stood by waiting for her to get up. Why did he not help her? Why did no one else help her? Why were they getting off at Lees? I don't know these answers, but I can think about these people now. And that's an opportunity I wouldn't have had before.
The book cost $15, or about an hour and a half of minimum wage work. I read it in less that 2 hours. That's almost hour for hour, give for take.
I consider that worth it, I consider that a solid investment.
But I don't understand money.
-Lee
I know I said I'd talk about the hulk, but fuck that, I want to talk about money.
Money has no value for me.
The government gave me $100. Don't ask me why, it was a tax return for a job I thought was under the table. Why they gave it to me and not some poor person or a program or anything more worthwhile I do not know. Anyways, I got $100. It's almost all gone now.
I took out $50 immediately for alcohol in the future. I spent $20 on a 3D movie and drink. Today I spent $15 on a book. It's almost all gone, as you can see.
But I want to talk about the book. It was Overqualified, by Joey Comeau. It was a good book, not a classic, but good, solid, I bought it today and I'm already half way through my second reading. I read it the first time in less than 2 hours on my way home from the book store.
I missed one of my stops. I ended up in a place I had never been before, despite the fact I shared a name with it. Lees station, I have no idea where it is on a map but I know it's on the transit way between Hurdman and Rideau.
It was then that I realized this book will take me places, it will open doors to me that I didn't even realize the purposes to open. And maybe the Lees bus adventure was entirely useless, but I saw a place I had never seen before, I had seen and noticed people I had never seen or noticed before. I saw an old Asian lady fall off a bus, while her son stood by waiting for her to get up. Why did he not help her? Why did no one else help her? Why were they getting off at Lees? I don't know these answers, but I can think about these people now. And that's an opportunity I wouldn't have had before.
The book cost $15, or about an hour and a half of minimum wage work. I read it in less that 2 hours. That's almost hour for hour, give for take.
I consider that worth it, I consider that a solid investment.
But I don't understand money.
-Lee
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