You may have noticed…
A sharp decline in the frequency and quality of content around here since October 1st.
And if so, sorry.
I’m working what equates to about 2.5 jobs at times and it’s really a kick in the pants. I get home and I’m tired as a dog and the last thing I really want to do is stare at a computer screen any more. My social life has taken a slight hit but much like the economic recession, my social-life-recession is “over” and “recovering” (though just like the economic recovery, I find that to be a pretty vaporous claim). Along with my social life climbing out of the gutter, my interblag life will rise too. I’d like to get back to more deal breakers and story times and such.
This is a pretty sad post but it seemed like a good state of our union time to me.
Here, watch this 22 minute documentary about the “business” side of porn and how porn went 2.0 like the rest of the web and the business world. There, hopefully that was worth your trip to The New Boredom.
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I can’t see a pug without thinking of Maria Bamford now.

The Road.
I’d like to call the grandest of shananagins on the trailers for The Road. Both of them are basically 100% bullshit.
This is possibly the single worst trailer in the history of movies. (Yes, I’ve seen the one for Beverly Hills Chihuahua.) That music sounds like some ham-fisted oaf in the vein of Danny Elfman wanted to spoon feed you suspense. “Open up, here comes the rocket ship shaped spoon with a big load of clumsy tension ready for space-mouth dock!” Fuck off. And the flash cuts, those awful titles, the embarrassing stock news footage, literally every scene with Charlize Theron… it’s as if they were trying to show you everything the real movie is not.
Then trailer 2 came out and it had more horns! And Robert Duvall! And Angels! And Fucking Explosions! And Fire!!!! And did literally not a damn thing to show you what the movie would be like. Shame on you studio for putting out that garbage. People looking for that kind of cheese dick action-thriller are going to be pissed when they get 5 minutes into the movie and realize that they are going to have to work for this movie- oops, 2012 is playing across the hall where it smells like Doritos and Axe body douche.
I’m glad to see some people who write for much more popular bogs than this thinking the same things as me.
I was afraid this big-screen version would tarnish the subtle landscape, the sparse construction, the hope and hopelessness that exists in such a perfect balance within the novel. But it didn’t. It doesn’t. The Road enhances its forebear. The film uses the novel as scaffolding, support around which to construct something admirably similar, but wholly unique.
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And when, in flashback, the father says goodbye to his wife as she is swallowed by the ink of night as flecks of grey ash float in the air… It’s just maddening.


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Kitty rock star, sure why not. Bye, November.
Let’s Talk About: Summer 2004.
It was fun. Lots of good riding, lots of good friends, and above all lots of laughs.
Oh yeah, and lots of music selections and editing gimmicks that I can look back on in a flush of embarrassment.
Thanks to Ryan for remembering this video and uploading it to be seen again.
If anyone has any old COTrials videos on hard drives anywhere, please feel free to toss them up on vimeo. I lost most of those in a fire/flood/orgy.
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Shoulder blaayyyyyydz.

Highly underrated curves on a lady.
We Sell Homes. Some of them have Stains.
Watch this video.
Or Don’t.
I don’t care.
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The Last Supper, internet editon.


