Violence Movie
A History of Violence
I watched this movie last night and it was interesting to see Viggo Mortenson from the Lord of the Rings play the part of a small town man turned hero who might just be a long lost killer from Philadelphia. This movie had long dull periods with quick bursts of graphic violence. I don't know if I've ever seen a man's nose pushed into his face in a movie and this happens twice! I liked the part where Joey and his wife have a fight on the stairs. Watch this movie and you'll see what I mean.
Dreams
Sometimes I can have the freakiest dreams. The other night I dreamed I had a dozen King Kong gorillas chasing me and they cornered me and I was about to be squashed when I woke up. The mind is a strange blob of water, fat, blood vessels and plaque yet somehow this grey mass holds the secrets and fears on our ancient blood. Joseph Conrad tapped into this in his fantastic short story Heart of Darkness. As the character Kurtz says, "The Horror. . . the horror."
My Writing Day
Well my glamorous life as a writer begins every day at 5:00a.m. It's hard to get out of bed to write when my wife, my kids and the dog all are warm and toasty while I sit and clack buttons on the keyboard. I only do it because I love it. I know I'll never be a J.D. Salinger or a Stephen King. Hell, I'll never be a Christopher Moore or a John Kennedy Toole let alone a Peter Hamill or a Bentley Little. Not even close to a Betty Webb or a Twist Phelan. That's okay. I'm fine with the fact I'm a mediocre writer. I just try to have fun and inject that into my stories. I try to get better every day. I try to make my wife and kids proud of me. That's all I care about. I'd be damned before I'd sell my writing soul for a buck and a slew of fake back-slapping friends. I'm comfortable in my skin and that's about all. I'm happy with my creaking, leaking house, my oil-dripping truck and my socks with the holes in them. I don't own a flat screen television, a blackberry, an I-pod, a TIVO or any other brain sucking accoutrement. I'm fine with my ten year old Pentium 75 computer and my tube television with the faded colors. Heck, I don't even mind eating cold cuts and drinking flat soda out of cracked dollar store drinking glasses. If you want class and decorum, don't come looking to me.
I watched this movie last night and it was interesting to see Viggo Mortenson from the Lord of the Rings play the part of a small town man turned hero who might just be a long lost killer from Philadelphia. This movie had long dull periods with quick bursts of graphic violence. I don't know if I've ever seen a man's nose pushed into his face in a movie and this happens twice! I liked the part where Joey and his wife have a fight on the stairs. Watch this movie and you'll see what I mean.
Dreams
Sometimes I can have the freakiest dreams. The other night I dreamed I had a dozen King Kong gorillas chasing me and they cornered me and I was about to be squashed when I woke up. The mind is a strange blob of water, fat, blood vessels and plaque yet somehow this grey mass holds the secrets and fears on our ancient blood. Joseph Conrad tapped into this in his fantastic short story Heart of Darkness. As the character Kurtz says, "The Horror. . . the horror."
My Writing Day
Well my glamorous life as a writer begins every day at 5:00a.m. It's hard to get out of bed to write when my wife, my kids and the dog all are warm and toasty while I sit and clack buttons on the keyboard. I only do it because I love it. I know I'll never be a J.D. Salinger or a Stephen King. Hell, I'll never be a Christopher Moore or a John Kennedy Toole let alone a Peter Hamill or a Bentley Little. Not even close to a Betty Webb or a Twist Phelan. That's okay. I'm fine with the fact I'm a mediocre writer. I just try to have fun and inject that into my stories. I try to get better every day. I try to make my wife and kids proud of me. That's all I care about. I'd be damned before I'd sell my writing soul for a buck and a slew of fake back-slapping friends. I'm comfortable in my skin and that's about all. I'm happy with my creaking, leaking house, my oil-dripping truck and my socks with the holes in them. I don't own a flat screen television, a blackberry, an I-pod, a TIVO or any other brain sucking accoutrement. I'm fine with my ten year old Pentium 75 computer and my tube television with the faded colors. Heck, I don't even mind eating cold cuts and drinking flat soda out of cracked dollar store drinking glasses. If you want class and decorum, don't come looking to me.
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