More about the Seattle Symphony.
Watched "Lars and the Real Girl" last night.
It's a science fiction story about a village that likes to play with dolls.
Which helps Lars practice up on some socialization that he apparently missed out on when he was younger.
Anyway, Lars is feeling a bit left out because time and genetic history seem to be passing him by.
Having developed virtually no social skills he decides to practice on a vinyl simulacrum.
Then the whole friggin' town joins him in his "relationship" with the thing and everything turns out dory of the hunkiest variety.
Voila, he is "cured"
I guess.
A truly otherworldly fantasy on the lines of "It takes a village" or "No child left Behind" or "Communism" or most of the advertising propaganda weirdo religious cults come up with.
A herd of humans that creating a health giving environment?
What planet?
Then too, one sometimes wonders about the value of a "normal" life.
Yesterday Meredith got this thing in the mail inviting her to the inaugural mob show in D.C..
Probably they want to get 'em all together in the town square so they can shoot 'em all at once instead of wasting a lot of time and money chasing 'em down one at a time.
The votes have been cast the power obtained, what good are they now?
Just going to hang around expecting things to be different, aren't they?
Time to trim the fat and eliminate baggage.
I'm not going, that's for sure.
Only place I'm going is out to Pacific Iron and Metal so Meredith can look for foam for the chair rehabilitation project.
I'll be doing that right after I post this.
Well I may go over to my Facebook site and post a bunch of "status updates" trying to annoy Seth Meyers.
He made a comment on "Weekend Update" about people who post the updates every five minutes being losers.
Which illustrates quite profoundly my thesis about the movie.
The real world doesn't give a shit about us lonely losers whose social lives are conducted mainly in this internetial imaginarium.
Hey, at least we're off the street.
Where you cant splash mud on us with your ugly four-wheel drive SUVs
So sit on it, Seattle Symphony!!
Was there ever a creepier word than "socialization"?
It's a science fiction story about a village that likes to play with dolls.
Which helps Lars practice up on some socialization that he apparently missed out on when he was younger.
Anyway, Lars is feeling a bit left out because time and genetic history seem to be passing him by.
Having developed virtually no social skills he decides to practice on a vinyl simulacrum.
Then the whole friggin' town joins him in his "relationship" with the thing and everything turns out dory of the hunkiest variety.
Voila, he is "cured"
I guess.
A truly otherworldly fantasy on the lines of "It takes a village" or "No child left Behind" or "Communism" or most of the advertising propaganda weirdo religious cults come up with.
A herd of humans that creating a health giving environment?
What planet?
Then too, one sometimes wonders about the value of a "normal" life.
Yesterday Meredith got this thing in the mail inviting her to the inaugural mob show in D.C..
Probably they want to get 'em all together in the town square so they can shoot 'em all at once instead of wasting a lot of time and money chasing 'em down one at a time.
The votes have been cast the power obtained, what good are they now?
Just going to hang around expecting things to be different, aren't they?
Time to trim the fat and eliminate baggage.
I'm not going, that's for sure.
Only place I'm going is out to Pacific Iron and Metal so Meredith can look for foam for the chair rehabilitation project.
I'll be doing that right after I post this.
Well I may go over to my Facebook site and post a bunch of "status updates" trying to annoy Seth Meyers.
He made a comment on "Weekend Update" about people who post the updates every five minutes being losers.
Which illustrates quite profoundly my thesis about the movie.
The real world doesn't give a shit about us lonely losers whose social lives are conducted mainly in this internetial imaginarium.
Hey, at least we're off the street.
Where you cant splash mud on us with your ugly four-wheel drive SUVs
So sit on it, Seattle Symphony!!
Was there ever a creepier word than "socialization"?
posted by Lane Savant at 10:52 AM
40 Comments:
Spaghetti, amo gli spaghetti.
Li mangio con o senza salsa. Determinate volte con un poco burro. Determinate volte con un poco aglio. Molto, molto, buon roba, spaghetti.
........Lucio. Savanti
A normal life, I've heard of that. Never witnessed it, tho.
Fettucine rubosto arugular este amorasus di sin city und holly-jolly braggadocio.
Odd to call LARS & THE REAL GIRL a sci-fi, but perhaps it struck you like that, like Night Shamalyn's THE VILLAGE, a modern noir sci-fi fantasy drama. Most of us just enjoyed the meloncholy and "touching" humor of a character so traumatised by emotion that he went to those lengths to faciltate healing; and there were some pretty funny moments in it too. It reminds me of the 20/20 story of these new infant dolls that are extremely lifelike, that people are buying in place of actual babies. Melva was grossed out by the implications and symbolism. So Lars was not "cured", in my view, but he found a way to orchestrate and manipulate those around him that had been part of the his problem during the healing process; whether just a happy accident or a machination, it is hard to say.
Actually, this inauguration will be one for the record books, and people are frothing at the mouth for a chance to attend in person. In what capacity was Meredith invited, relative to her association with what group, what faction, what politico power base?
If your life was a Kafka short story, yes, your dream scenario might be fulfilled. But the police state is less effective with the exit of Junior, enit?
"Internetial imaginarium", now that is a phrase worthy of note and praise. I like it, sir. As to being a lonely loser, I doubt that you, or your teeming lifestyle could fit the criteria for such a label.
Probably a creepier word that socialization would be "resocializaiton."
Melva and I and friends went out to see the remake of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL, and it sank from the possiblity of goodness into a realm of sticky badness. Keanu Reeves did his best automoton work, and the CG was OK, but the writers must have gone on strike about midway through the script, and they let the best boy and the grips finish it off. The ending is like a dangling participle, a red herring, a lost puppy. Wait until you can rent it from Netflix.
Not being ready to join the DVD recorder gang, I had heard on the radio last month that the very last manufacturing shipment of VHS video tapes was going out to stores, and that there will be no more, nevermore, das est alles.
So I went out to Target and Wal Mart and bought 300 bucks worth of SONY VHS tapes, which will keep me in the older mode for several more years. Is this just old age prompting me to cling to something I am familiar with, or is it my unwillingness to buckle under to the gods of technology. Screw Blu-Ray, by the way.
Glenn
Lasagna de sensio cheesemoria, multiplicico, manga, manga, gobbla gotz! Mulier est hominus confusio.
Portico bellsenium torta semie, un
negrous inda toto.
...........Vinnie
Social-science fiction.
Societies don't act like that.
Besides the introduction of the "robot" Bianca, whats weird is the willingness to go along.
Never happen here.
We went to a fund raiser and wrote a check.
Socialization or resocialization so 1984 or Communist.
'ey Vinnie!
Whattayou say?
Muliere molto, molto confusiato.
Non come la vitare non vitallino come no.
Spazziatole langusta e indinario sconcinici.
.......L.C.
Hallo, Lane!
Forgpt my comment already, so it must not have been important.
Maybe, I also missed what you had to say about the SSO, or does it, too, need to be "socialized", a la Lars (i.e. the SSO seemed top have trouble relating to and properly a[preciating one of its best volunteers some time ago.
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Hallo, Lane!
Now I remember what I forgot:
Inviting Meredith and other followers to his Inauguration makes them happy, feel appreciated, and keeps them as followers -- much more so than if they felt Obama didn't value them and want to reward them with this invitation. It also greatly increases his "cheering section" at the Inauguration. "Great marketing idea, says this retired Professor of Marketing and Strategy!
Tschuess,
Anonomann
I guess I've read too much Lorca.
I googled Ray Kistenmacher, and possibly he is the co-founder of G.R.I.T., whatever that is, and lives up in Sultan, WA. High School was 45 years ago. God help us, we are rapidly becoming senior citizens, the Old Guard, old foggies, old farts, gray beards, the not-so-silent minority. Still in shock regarding the possible news and fate of his brother Alfred E.
I had taped the Golden Globes on Sunday, and sat through it last night. Those damned celebrities do know how to have fun. Steven Spielberg gets the Cecil B. DeMille award, and hugs Marty Scorsese, Paul Giamati and Laura Linney and Tom Wilkinson get awards for JOHN ADAMS, Heath Ledger gets one posthumously for THE DARK KNIGHT, Kate Winslet gets two of them, and SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE takes the lion's share of (4) awards, including Best Picture. Hell of a night.
I slog into Tacoma tonight for my first Executive Committee Meeting as the almost newly elected Director of The Tacoma Film Club; feeling very ambivilant about the whole affair. Me, an administrator? Doubt it; but hell, someone's got to do it, enit?
Glenn
"Ey L.C.! Whatsa Matter For You?
You know dat bundle youse owe me and da boyz? Forgetaboutit! Dat's my New Year's present to youse.
Gorgonzolla du moonsta creatinanus
marinaria, mit dooblia cheez, por favor? Damn rights!
........Vinnie
What the hell is the matter with speaking the King's English, or the Queen's? There are lots of queens in England who frown on speaking Italian too much.
............Eddie Lizzard
Hey, fags don need to lip off on dis blog, bout dese tings! If sum of us wants to use da Mudder tongue, den you can jist suck it, as Tina Fey said on da Globes da udder night.
..........Vinnie
Vinnie, we understand that you are old, and old fashioned in both your homophobia and perceptions, but we hate to break it to you when we announce that Palmer has already allowed the Gay Nation to "lip off" on this site hundreds of times. Where have "youse" been?
...........Tiny Tim
Are youse disrespectin me?
.....Vinnie
Personally, I like to listen to Italian, even pig-Italian like what has appeared on this comments section. Ease up Vinnie, nothing will change the pervasive attitude that gay is OK in these times. And actually it is OK. There is plenty of room in this world for the fudge packers and muff divers too.
............Will J. Clinton
Have a cigar, Bill, even if they do smell a bit odd.
.........Eddy Emerald
Columbus was Italian, you know. What da hell wud we have done widout him?
.......Vinnie Jr.
Very well, actually, since he only "discovered" the Indies. It was England and Spain and France that got busy colonizing this country. The Italians came along for the ride decades and centuries later. Of course I will always be grateful for the Philly Steak Sandwich factor.
..........Benji Franklin
Actually, though I was mute in LARS, I have a lot to say to Palmer. To call me "robotic" is absurd. I did not move at all. I was a spokesperson for minimalism, and latex, and lonely sex. LARS was a social statement, a ray of hope. The fact that you rejected that hope, or misunderstood it, is indicative of what is wrong with this country. If someone as obviously intelligent as you are does not "get it", where do we go from there?
..........Bianca
Why doesn't Tom Hanks and HBO do a mini-series about my life? I was a lot more interesting that John Adams!
..........Edgar Poo
Maybe they will one day, Edgar. You were quite the non-conformist and bad boy; still are. Maybe I could play you? No, they'll probably get Johnny Depp.
........Bobby Dylan
My win was very important to me on Sunday night. I have had to reinvent myself several times already. I feel like the male Madonna.
........Mickey Roark
I was sad that Judi Dench and Meryl Streep did not win anything. I guess they have had too many awards alreay in their illustrious careers.
.......Emily
Why did they not mention me playing you, Emily? That was a role to die for.
........Julie Harris
HBO was very busy telling my story, thank you very much, Poo. Vinnie was one of my technical advisors on da show.
..........Anthony Soprano
I think Meryl Streep playing three parts in ANGELS IN AMERICA should have taken three Globes.
......Trueman Cappottee
Dat was a fag festevull! I was embareassed for Pacino playing a fag on dat one. You can't more strait dan Pacino most of da time! Besides Tru, dat was sevral years ago.
.........Vinnie
Al Pacino is an actor. He was very connvincing playing a bisexual in DOG DAY AFTERNOON, and did you check out his naked ass in CRUISING?
.........Liberace
Even De Niro can "play" fags. Did any of you catch his role as the gay pirate king in STARDUST?
...........Elton's John
My favorite gay role was Rod Steiger in THE SERGEANT. That blew my socks off. Of course who could forget Richard Burton and Rex Harrison as lovers in STAIRCASE, or Tom Courteney and Albert Finney in A VERY ENGLISH COUPLE?
........Eddy Emerald
Dat jist proffs dat der haz ben way too much Fag Power in movies over da years. Dats why Francis Coppola did so good. No fags for him in his flicks!
.........Vinnie
Besides, Palmer, where else could you find an actress to work for less money?
........Bianca
Lane Savant dropped over to Jannie's blog and left off some poetic lines. I entitled them
SINGING IN THE PAIN
BTW,
It was snakes what started it all.
By hissing.
Which led to growling.
Which led to Chirping
Which led to Luciano Pavoratti.
And Aretha.
Lane Savant January 2009.
Bianca, Bianca, if you're not a robot how are you typing this nonsense.
I mean the dead people don't have to type because they exist in the ether and can manipulate it directly.
But if you expect me to believe that a 911 call to haul your plastic ass is going to be countenanced by the authorities or that you are going to be buried in a cemetery or that a whole town is going to put up with your boyfriends shenanigans, you've got another think coming.
Or can you think?
'cause, if you can then you're more than a robot, you're an android.
(scusa that probably should be gynoid.)
Either way you're science fiction.
asthurna
Even a stone has a soul if you look for it, Dougie. I am an actress, manufactured yes, and designed to please lonely men; but in terms of the LARS film, I had a chance to work beyond my job description. So the next time you badmouth or misuse a latex lovely, realize that there is a senient being under all that rubber, that we have emotions and feelings, and like it better when you are nice to us. Perhaps I am an android, because I always knew how to type, I discovered, and use a computer. I can only do so when no one is around, so that I don't blow my cover. SAG has a membership card with my name on it. I know Butch was a member in good standing back in the 60's & 70's. How about yourself? What union did your ever belong to?
.............Bianca
Dis is nuts! Bianca is a plastic Screw-Me doll wid a painted on smile, and plastic tits. How did dis discussion ever get goin?
.........Vinnie
Oh Vinnie, just because you would not spend enough money to get a high quality latex lovely, and try and make out with a rubber dolly that cost you 12 bucks, do not assume the whole world swings your way!
............Edgar Poo
Gottenhimmel, Bianca, you are just a latex version of Barbie! Breast implants do not think or type or bitch if abused. What is your problem, girl?
.........Tiny Tim
Just go see our movie, and if you have even half a brain, you will see that I am, and have always been, much more than that. And about my funeral, that was just a bag of rocks. Lars hid me in his closet behind his tennis rackets.
..........Bianca
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