Romancing the bone

Ross, Jesse and I were watching a few episodes of To Catch a Predator on Youtube. After watching Chris Hansen conduct a few sting operations on a some potential predators, I kinda felt irked at the ethical bounds they were pushing. Yeah I suppose they're doing a great thing by stopping predatory acts before they happen but it seems like the whole MO of swindling-in lonely guys seems to be more helpful towards creating predators than catching them.

This gave way to an idea that we should take it upon ourselves to catch a 'predator catcher', to see what extent of coercion they would try to employ on us "lonely" guys. We created a Yahoo! alias, romancingthebone288 (thank Ross and Jesse for that one), and we trolled on various personals chats and finally stuck to the 'roleplay' room. Our fast track method into finding a predator or potential predator catcher was to flat-out express our love for the 'touch of the younger kind'. We did so by quoting an Oingo Boingo song called Little Girls; if you click the link, you'll know why. Subsequently, we got barraged with mass replies but one that caught our attention was this guy from Ohio. This guy was trying to pimp out his 12 yr old step-daughter out to us, telling us how he gets off to watching someone else bad-touching her. We felt like we were opening up a huge huge HUGE can of worms and decided that we should stop before it got excessively worse. Afterwards, we saved the entire text of the conversation to my computer. I'm still deliberating on what course of action to take since I didn't anticipate on the whole thing snowballing out of control. This man said some serious shit that can't really be swept under the carpet.

How do I reconcile this with my previous thesis about Chris Hansen? Friends, I have reached a moral impasse. What started out as a laughable Oingo Boingo lyric has now turned into something dead serial. Thinking about it more, this interest kinda spawned out of listening to Oingo Boingo repeatedly for the past week in conjunction with "My Sharona" by the Knack. The 80s were very big into little girls, evidently. For those of you wondering who Sharona is, she is an under-aged girl that was dating one of the guys from the Knack. Wonder what she's doing now? She is a real estate agent in Los Angeles, who is still riding the coattails of Knack fame to slang houses; check here out here. She kinda looks like Alanis Morissette.

To coincide with today's blog's theme, I would like to give a shoutout to my cousin Drew from A.U. who had "My Sharona" playing at her wedding. Forever let it be known that she promotes sex with minors.




PS:
If you guys wanna see the Knack for free, they'll be playing on the 17th of August in the Woodland Hills Valley Cultural Center. Admission is an $8 donation for parking.

Concerts in the Park
Warner Center Park
5800 Topanga Canyon Blvd.
Woodland Hills, CA 91367

If you any of you are down to carpool with me, just let me know.

How did you make my rectum start quoting Garden State? Because I know ghost magic.

Today marks the day that I've finished finals so now I got two months of summer. I now have a bunch of free time in my hands so I might look for a temp job in Burbank so I can pay rent. I now have the time to start painting and reading books that I don't have to write papers about.

Mike came over yesterday so we cold brainstorm on a new project. We were gonna do a Ray Romano movie but I suppose things fell through. What we were able to do was salvage a script that I abandoned. We fleshed out the main character pretty well and we're taking the rest of this week to develop her story arc. Next Sunday we're gonna go to the Scientology celebrity center for brunch and research. I'm feeling pretty good on getting this thing rolling now that I reliable input.

An interesting piece of news for those of you who like video games; aside from watching a whole helluva lotta movies, I spend a considerable part of my time on my xbox. I caught wind that Netflix will be releasing their entire streaming library and will make it available for rent via xbox live in September. I really liked this idea because I even felt the effortless concept of pre-paid envelopes proved to be too laboring; walking to the nearest USPS dropbox was just too much for me.

Other news:

• Activist attempts to glue himself to the Prime Minister, but fails.
• Naked baby of the Nirvana album cover is now a teen and stresses how he can't live a normal life due to the fact that millions world-wide have seen his dick.
• Darren Aronofsky (yes, him) is directing the new Robocop reboot.

P.S. I don't think I can ever stop listening to Wowee Zowee

It's been a business doing pleasure with you

Today marks the first official day that everything in my house works. The guy came to turn on the gas today; and just like the internet guy yesterday, they were too quick to peace out from my house after they hastily finished their work. I felt really foolish to have my hand extended for a handshake (on both occasions) as they left WITHOUT SAYIN' A WORD TO ANYONE. It's a damn shame I have to miss so much class this week to wait on house duties.

I went to the grocery store yesterday and funny thing... I did not come home with a single item on my shopping list. My cart mainly comprised of things I could put into a blender. Pffft

Bailey and Natasha came to visit me twice this week and it makes me feel really good that they are so down to bike a few miles to see me! The other night we went to this wilderness trail on Central that I never knew existed. Keep in mind that it was 11PM and we were only guided by a single bicycle light. I saw 5 scorpions on our hike (all of which I stepped on, yep I'm so cool), a ton of stink bugs, a centipede and lots of animal poop (potentially human poop). They also came over again last night and we watched 'From Dusk till Dawn'. I don't know what to think of the movie because it looks like a load of cornball. I loved it up until the vampires (not because of the vampires specifically, but because it was a load of cornball). Another note of movies, it's taking too long in between for me to see something new and I'm getting pretty jaded with art-housey shit. So what I've decided to do is work backwards with old movies I never got a chance to see. On my queue is Fritz Lang's Metropolis, Rosemary's Baby, and some Hitchcock stuff!

I'm coming back to Burbank tonight for another fun-filled weekend. Mayhaps Ratatat, on the condition I find someone to go with me.

And for this post's piece of media, my friend sent me this and I absolutely fell in love with it:




really talented people