I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark... And I promise on my damned soul To do as I am told... Lord Beelxebub Has never seen a soldier quite like me... Not only does his job, but does it happily.
Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but they're gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers. ~Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man~
BONECANDY, LUCID SPIRAL, Gothic and Industrial, Local Rock
I have a range of movies I like... Princess Bride... Twister... Anything with Will Smith (except Enemy of the State... not his best work)... I like thrillers, but not the mass-murder ones cause they are way too predictable... I LOVE Lake Placid... The Whole 9 Yards and The Whole 10 Yards... Double Jeoparody... As Good as it Gets... Volcano... The Three Musketeers.... Demolition Man... Legend... Every Kevin Smith movie I've seen... Seven... Kalifornia... Cronos wasn't bad... Pirates of the Carribean (BUT WHY IS THE RUM GONE!!!!)... You get the idea... I like a lot of shit LOL... ....
I always have the TV on in the background, but mostly for background noise... There are some shows I like... House... CSI... Law and Order... Stuff like that... I watch Simpsons, Family Guy, King of the Hill, and Futurama, even tho most of em are reruns...
True Crime, especially Ann Rule
I have 2 heroes: Mr. Mike Jordan (no, not the basket ball player) is my first. He was my childhood dance teacher and one of the best human-beings I have ever had the privilege of sharing my life with, even if it was only a short time. He was close to every student he ever had. He could see a student in Safeway YEARS after they had stopped dancing with him and still know their name, birthday, siblings' names, and parents' names. He took genuine interest in every student that walked up those brown steep stairs into his studio. The man was the most caring soul I have come across, not to offend anyone I know (though everyone I know knows how I feel about Mr. Jordan). I instantly had more respect for him than I did my own parents the first day I met him. I even sent him a few Father's Day cards because he was there for me like a father would be, though at the time I didn't need him to be. Because of that respect, no one will ever hear me call him Mike; he is and always will be Mr. Jordan. And he was the heart of Everett's creative community for years. He died in May of 2004 of a heart attack following a show, and just before the studio's end-of-the-year extravaganza. The show went on, but I know there were more broken hearts and weeping eyes back stage, on stage, and in the audience than at any other show any studio has produced. My only regret is that I lost contact with him years before his death. I really think that if I had stayed with him, my life would have been different. He didn't approve of certain things from his dancers, and wasn't afraid to tell you when you were wrong. I needed that, and it is for that reason I wish I had never left. I cry for him often, I will admit mostly for the selfish wish that he was here for me to ask guidance when things are chaotic and to have one more person in my life that I know truely cares. People like Mr. Jordan are few and far between. If you find one, hold on and never let go.My other hero is Pak. He was the other ballet teacher at Mr. Jordan's studio. While his student, I thought he was harsh and cruel. He demanded perfection and wouldn't settle for less, no matter what the cost. But it is from his discipline I learned more than any school teacher could ever teach. And when he danced... Ohhh... He danced as if gravity didn't exist. Even the way he walked seemed mystic... When Mr. Jordan died, I heard rumor that he was going to move to France and would never have anything to do with dance again. He was devistated, as we all were. But last I heard he was dancing in New York City, and I hope the gossip is true. That man has a talent that should never be hidden. That man taught me that creativity can be disciplined, and dicsipline can be creative.I will never have anything to do with dance again, but as you can tell it was a large part of my life for a LONG time. Rest in peace, Mr. Jordan. And Pak: please don't hide your gift. ..