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As usual, an amazing Six Feet Under. As I've said before, and I'm on dial-up so I won't find it and link back to it, this season has been absolutely fucking amazing. Some amazing moments. Some of the best episodes ever. But something's been horribly missing, and really lacking. Finally, talking with friends, I realized what it was. Not enough messages from beyond/chats with the dead in day dreams! Sure, there's been plenty of drama. Plenty of death. Plenty of amazing emotional scenes. But David doesn't have the dead abusive husband giving him advice about the nature of abuse in relationships. Nate doesn't have the abandoned dead teenager comforting him about loss. Not enough dead people. Remember Nate sitting in the room his father rented? Remember Rico flashing back to the first time he met Nate Sr? Remember the gang member talking to David what fear really is? All of that was horribly absent this season, leaving a major segment of what made the show so great out, but the rest of the show compensated. Tonight... that segment returned. Daddy, and not the Daddy I referred to, was back in a big way. The ``after death'' scenes, conversations with the dead, or conscious explorations of the subconscious... how ever you take them... were amazing as always. It wouldn't be a great show if that was all we had, but just like marshmellow topping and an artificial sweet cherry that you love so fucking much, it completes the sundae that is Six Feet Under. The scene with him crying after the wedding was beautiful. Turning away, weeping his guts out, perfect. David: ``Is that all life is, replacing people?''
Nathaniel: ``Yeah, just some of us do it faster and more often than others.'' Yeah. That discussion was amazing. Reminded me of a conversation at Club Bene with karamoon. She had just met Kellie, and heard how Kellie pulled me back from my teen angst death pit, and made some comments about her being a replacement karamoon. Self-centered as that may seem, she was right in many ways. But which came first, the chicken or the egg? Well, obviously, the egg. The thing that is close to a chicken but not quite enough of a chicken to be considered a chicken gave birth to an egg which was just evolved enough to be considered a chicken egg, so the egg came first. But who is the egg? karamoon? Valerie? Karen? Marianne Kruppa from ABZ? My mother, thanks to Freud? Or am I replacing each one with the next, venturing down a path? Yeah, err, Six Feet Under! The relationship between them was, as usual, one of the most amazingly done relationships on television. Keith: ``I saw you and thought, "Who is that beautiful new white boy?"'' And Six Feet Under, satan_dot_com bless its worm-ridden decomposing heart, settled the argument. ``It is a date if you want it to be.'' I forgot where I worked sometimes, and thus have a copy of The Animatrix sitting in my Xbox, which is tired from a really really long Friday night. I'm giving towelboy this copy when my ordered copy comes in. So, anyone want to watch it? Feeling:  groggy
Listening to: My roomies having sex
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From: periol |
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June 2nd, 2003 11:01 am (UTC)
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Re: Yo ho yo ho! A pirate's life for you!
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My piracy habits are well known to you. I download everything, and buy the really good stuff. Mediocre stuff usually goes away pretty quickly. But I also tend to be downloading albums that are not easy to get a hold of - that relates more to my taste in music more than anything else. Bands I really like will always have my full support with everything - tour, album sales, t-shirt sales, etc.
I think the legality of movie downloads is even murkier than music downloads though. The Animatrix is a great example. I wouldn't have downloaded it at all if it was going to be released for rental. As it is, I downloaded it, watched it, enjoyed it somewhat (only a couple of the episodes are very good), but certainly not enough to own. If I hadn't downloaded it, I would have wanted to watch it though, and I probably would have found someone (like you) with a copy that I could watch at some point. I only buy movies that I really want to see again and again and again (otherwise it's cheaper to rent, obviously). But I borrow movies from friends all the time - I've never once rented the Matrix, nor did I see it in the theatre. I just borrowed it from friends. The shades of grey between borrowing a DVD and watching a download once are very fine, IMO, and I have no problem crossing those lines. But that's just me. And yes, I have about 15 downloaded movies on my hard drive, but I own (or will own) almost all of those. The ones I won't own will rather quickly be deleted.
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Sometimes I'll throw down someone's name, wondering if they'll find it egosearching. Never did I expect to hear from you, twenty years since last we talked. Me? I'm doing pretty fucking good. Since last we talked, hmmm... Was a dork through grade school, a miserable dork in middle school running a BBS. My mother divorced again, I ended up living with my father, I went through a rebellious asshole pseudo-goth womanizing stage in high school, spending the time I wasn't out being a jerk online, was incredibly involved in college with everything but classes, gained my freshman fifteen, dad stopped paying after promising to and I haven't talked to him since, I was homeless/carless/jobless for a bit, and I've pulled my life together since then. My almost alma mater hired me, where I'm the software support specialist. I live in Hoboken right across the river from NYC with one of my best friends from high school and college, petemagyar, who makes me work out constantly. Life's pretty damn good right now. Not perfect, but that would be boring. So that's a quick summary of my past twenty years. Your turn.
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