Charly Is Dead
My wife and I just watched Charly, a Mormon movie about love and death, and the dark swirling questions of faith and hope and, well, pancreatic cancer. My favorite scene is when the husband is painting the 'studio' (I guess to assuage his guilt about making his dying wife paint in the kitchen--selfish bastard) and he throws a fit about her giving up and they both crumple to the floor crying in a total emotional loss of control...my wife and I were treating it like MST3K-making comments like, "I wish you could act", etc. I predicted half-way through the movie she dies on the ferris wheel...my psychic head at work...
Previously my 4 y/o somehow deleted my I-tunes; I had over 5 days worth of music and I was in a panic for a while, and today I accidently recovered the library! YAY!!! I downloaded some Swans, which I've never heard before, Laibach, Cabaret Voltaire, bunch of stuff. Get this: I finally found Poesie Noire "Pity For The Self" on th internet and got it! Man, that is the rarest of the rare to find. And Vicious Pink. Ahh, good times. Four days to the Anti-Ward Picnic...
Previously my 4 y/o somehow deleted my I-tunes; I had over 5 days worth of music and I was in a panic for a while, and today I accidently recovered the library! YAY!!! I downloaded some Swans, which I've never heard before, Laibach, Cabaret Voltaire, bunch of stuff. Get this: I finally found Poesie Noire "Pity For The Self" on th internet and got it! Man, that is the rarest of the rare to find. And Vicious Pink. Ahh, good times. Four days to the Anti-Ward Picnic...
posted by White Man Retarded at 11:27 PM
18 Comments:
Charly was the first LDS fiction I've ever read. I was bored one day at my in-law's.
What Swans did you get? I think their sound can be very different album to album, but I don't really remember.
Goddamn the Sun, i am the Sun, some other stuff I can't remember...I got Microphonies from C. Voltaire, the singles collection, some Beatles, Siouxsie version of dear prudence, old Meat Beat Manifesto, more Skinny Puppy, I went all out! Is the book better than the movie, regarding Charly? Charly is dead....
Hey Patrick did you ever like Houston's very own The Hunger? I haven't heard anything from them in a looong time. As for Charly, the moment I overheard the huddles of Mormon makeup chick cliques in the Church hallway discussing how fantastic the movie was, I knew that I wouldn't have any interest in it.
carrot, don't you know that the typical anti-ward picnic outfit consists of high heels, feather boas and Huggy Bear style pimp suits?
Close, no bongos, but bongs! Maybe with a bong I can lift myself to the heights of the other members' self-conclusions. Hey elastic waist band lady! I saw the Hunger twice at Numbers and both times were great! But they rip-off Ministry and Front 242, and they are kind of cheesy. Great live, though. Charly is a good movie to watch on acid, if I was still into that. Carrot Casserole, I've honestly never read Charly, even though I've read some LSD fiction. I don't wear berets, although I'm joining the Army Reserves as an R.N. and will have to. Black beret at that...I don't wear much black. Carrot, do you live in Houston?
By the way, thank you to all of you for writing back; I look forward to your responses...
LOL - the only way to survive LDS movies is through strict obedience to the rules of MST3K.
1. Thou must mock.
2. Thou must thoroughly mock.
3. Thou must mock until the sound of your giggling covers the horrible soundtrack.
Thanks for visiting Middle Class Mormonism and all your kind words!
It's Houston humidity carrot. I have a small chin outbreak at the moment.
Note to self: Do NOT cover zits with black eyeliner to make them look like beauty marks because it actually looks like fleas feasting on your face.
My anti-ward invitation hasn't come yet. Are you sending a Goth singing telegram patrick? I have my black trench coat and Sex Pistols shirt all ready for the big day.
patrick, I'm sure carrot beatnik can hop a plane and get to Houston to join you and elastic at the bash. (You guys are so funny. I'm just gonna sit back and keep reading and laughing).
I don't wear much black, I don't have any black trenchcoats; as a matter of fact I don't think I have a trench coat. Uh, yeah, I do have a few pimples. Tuber, I went to your blog site and there is no way to access your blog. My hair has grown back, I don't know what I look like. I think I look like your average white guy, the weirdness is inside! Wife and I are thinking of going to Idaho to live in the middle of nowhere. Whatever! Did you guys catch Conference? Pres. GBH said BE NICE or you're going to hell! Hahahahhahaha......
I still have bruises on my side from Papi endlessly elbowing me during Conference. Especially when they said to love everybody and not polarize each other with politics and other divisive topics of conversation.
Me thinketh there's a schism brewing amongst Church members regarding ideologies. I AM nice and I have perfect Ward Potluck Dinner manners. That automatically secures me a place in Heaven.
If you fly down here, I'll hold it for real...we can drink some toxic kool-aid and egg the real ward picnic...
Down here to Houston, of course.
TELL fart jokes? Honey, action speaks louder than words, and with Patrick serving barbecue I'll have all the ammunition I need.
Have you noticed that Patrick is surrounded by female blog groupies? If the revelation of polygamy is ever set back in motion, young Patrick will have no trouble scoring chicks for his harem.
So, wait Carrot Custard, if I understand what you just said, am I to think you are of a...um...San Francisco...Ellen Degeneres...type? I mean, stalking ewl. Ewl is a female, right?
Tom, of all the +4 million people here in Houston, I can honestly say I have never met the Danners or Joyce Otto. However, I think it is imperative you move here. I'm getting a theremin and also play drums...think of the noise and sounds we could record...? No one else here likes the music I do. C'mon, and quickly!
Patrick, Carrot Jello has already wised up to the fact that indeed to know me is to love me. Don't fight your feelings.......
My feelings over the uh, weird attraction Carrot might have for you, hence the stalking? Carrot Stalker? Wait, the whole image of carrot is dawning on me...is Carrot the vegan phallic symbol?
People naturally gravitate towards me Patrick, it's my irresistible Elvis-like sideburns.
On a side note, I have an omission to make. I once declared Smashing Pumpkins totally worthless to me, it's not true. They played 'Ava Adore' this morning, and it rekindled fond memories that I actually do like that song. Following Ava Adore on XM Radio was a group named, no kidding, 'The Cunnylinguists'. I found that amusing.
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