Apparently I am a potential rapist

I was sitting in a public space, talking to a female friend, when some sort of rally started up. Lots of lovely rhetoric about how men are ruining the world and about how all sex is rape. I found it amusing. Unfortunately, they soon noticed that I was there minding my own business. They didn't like that. They asked me to leave; I asked why I should. They immediately turned their backs on me and asked my friend why she was talking to a potential rapist. I couldn't help but laugh at that one. I am the furthest thing from a potential rapist ever, unless you count the Pope. The moment I made a noise, though, one of them slapped me and told me to "shut up, pig".

Then people started throwing things.

At that point, I decided to leave. Truly, I do not understand these people.

Had I been in my right mind, I would have asked for a blowjob before beating my hasty retreat... that would have been funny.

How much for the little girl?

In The Blues Brothers, Jake Blues recieves a mission from God: get his old band (The Blues Brothers) back together. This is made more difficult because the band parted company on bad terms. In one scene, Jake and Elwood must convince Alan "Mr. Fabulous" Rubin to join the band. This is going to be hard, since Mr. Fabulous is now the maitré d' of a posh restaurant. In order to convince their former bandmate to rejoin the band they talk their way into the restaraunt, then begin acting like idiots -- ordering wine and food they couldn't hope to pay for, eating like slobs, and bothering the customers. They tell Mr. Fabulous that they will come back every day, doing the same act, until he rejoins. When he refuses, Jake leans back in his chair, stares at the next table -- a family obviously disturbed by the presence of the Blues -- and, mouth full of bread, asks the father:

Your women, how much for your women?

206

A Japanese girl (Malcolm Lam's girlfriend, apparently.) is wrapping up the dead body of who we assume is her boyfriend in a plastic bag, and dragging him with comedic difficulty down the hallway in her apartment. All with a perfectly straight face, she plops him in her bathtub, and we hear her chopping him up into little pieces. After doing so, we see her very calmly putting wrapped up little pieces of her boyfriend into the fridge. Like a total pro, she then proceeds to go buy some cleaning supplies, get rid of any and all bloodstains using lysol, repainting the walls, etc.

Needing to unwind after such a long day of covering her ass, she takes a shower. (Bear in mind, the corpse of her boyfriend was hacked to bits in that bathroom just hours beforehand.) Wonderfully pleased with herself, she goes to bed and has a happy dream in which she walks down the street in a bright picnic blanket-y dress and pigtails. Upbeat music is playing, the Sun is shining, and she is smiling while eating a human hand.

When our heroine wakes up in the morning, we see her putting a few of the wrapped up chunks of her boyfriend into her backpack. She obviously doesn't take all of them at once because that would be far too heavy. She goes down to the subway, and puts in her farecard. What is most striking here is how normal she looks, and that any passerby would have no idea what she is carrying. Anyways, the girl gets off at a ton of different stops and hides her small black trashbags of boyfriend bits in different trashcans all over the city, back-alley dumps, the like.

In the meantime, we see a creep who lives in her apartment building go up into her apartment and sniffing her panties. When he is done, he goes to her kitchen to grab himself a beer. Upon opening the refrigerator he discovers the black plastic trashbags, and just as he is about to open them the girl arrives back at her apartment. She is forced to kill him and exasperatedly bashes his head in with an iron skillet. At this point the apartment manager/superintendent hears the noise and comes upstairs to investigate. I'll give you three guesses as to what happens to him.

The film ends with her standing in the train station reading a book. Some guy comes up and hits on her meekly. She looks up from her book disgruntled at being interrupted and replies calmly "Did you know there are 206 bones in the human body?" (This is the first and only time we hear her speak.) The guy looks uncomfortable and walks away. She smiles quietly/sinisterly.

Malcolm Lam just had another film come out last year which I have yet to see, called Falling In Rhythm. Also, if you do not know what "wabi-sabi" means, I would say the concept is worth looking into. If you're interested in more of his work, you can check out www.wabisabifilms.com. If nothing else, the site also has the extremely eerie and appropriate soundtrack to this movie, composed by Steve Santoro.

Ignore the bunny.

A word, many ways to use it.

Some variations are locked into specific phrasings and or contexts. For example, "shithead" and "shit-for-brains" can only be used to refer to a person or persons; the former asserts that the person is irritating, the latter that s/he is stupid. If something is "a shit", then it is annoying or dysfunctional, but if something is "a piece of shit", then it is of extremely low quality. If you "give someone shit", you could be giving them something worthless, but it is more likely to mean you are insulting them, often with the implication that you are trying to provoke a response. To "sling shit" is to hurl insults or aspersions, and a "shitslinger" is a person, especially a politician, who makes a habit of doing so. The ubiquitous "shit happens" is a self-sufficient statement of resignation to ill fortune. These sorts of restrictions can be subtly different from one locale to another, and are subject to very rapid change.

-He's just talking shit.

-That poem has got to be the shittiest thing I've ever written.

-Do you really think my hair looks good, or were you just giving me shit?

-The pasta was okay, but the coffee was shithouse.

-That piece of shit hasn't worked properly for years.

-Give me a break, I've had a really shitty day.

-He's been a grumpy little shit lately.

-I wonder if anybody makes shittier burgers than McDonalds?

-Nah, relax buddy, I was just shitting you.

-That newspaper article was total sensationalist shit.

-Does he really think we're going to believe his shit?

-We've got to get it finished in the next hour, I shit you not!

-Quit fooling around with that shit.

-You'd better not mess your shit up with my shit.

-Shit! That shit is some bad shit.

-You wouldn't be bullshitting me by any chance would you?

-Well, the fire alarm went off and then everybody just kinda went apeshit.

-This lamer was too chickenshit to go bungee jumping with me on the weekend.

-After I hit the pub on Friday night, I was so ratshit I couldn't make it up the stairs!

-No more stupid examples.

Ulrika

Aa Da! am revenit in spatiul virtual ma simt unu egal cu zero si se tot repeta unu, zero, unu, zero, zero, unu, ee nu tin chiar cont se mai baga in fata .