Emasculating Lewis Dodgson

I am an atheist...
anything I do to help my fellow man I do because I think it's the right thing to do...sure sometimes on the bus / train I'll give my seat up for elderly or disabled people...but I do it because it's morally right...and of course it's incidental. Now sometimes this comes back to bite me in the ass. Let me tell you a story about a guy named...let's call him "Joe"

Joe was someone who wound up in Los Angeles and wound up on skid row...now later I learned this was because he moved around from place to place taking advantage of friends hospitality...now when I saw Joe I wanted to help him get back on his feet. Rather than be grateful it turned into a (what zero refers to as) "if you give a mouse a cookie" scenario.

I feel for Lewis Dodgson..i really do. Short of being a very small but necessary character (had it not been for him nothing on isla nublar would have happened...ok I mean the storm still would have come that's not his fault....possibly). Lewis Dodgson hires Dennis Nedry to steal crucial embryos...now Dodgson pays nedry a considerable sum up front with an insurance of more on delivery...yet in this one scene he is whipped into submission by Nedry who takes advantage of him and triumphantly totes his superiority over him in a verbal exchange which is aking to a fight over male dominance not too dissimilar to bull frogs fighting to be alpha males in a group.
No menthol?
Don't get cheap on me
Dodson...we got Dodgson here! See nobody cares
"Nobody cares" a statement made by one Dennis Nedry in a final statement of his perceived superiority over one Lewis Dodgson...a individual who's existence only served to benefit Nedry.
As Joe left my place he exclaimed it was his belief I was kicking him out because " I didn't get what I wanted" because apparently he was choice meat and my issue with him was me not being able to get into his knickers instead of his inability to look for a job or leave the house much for five months. We steal people of their integrity at our most primal because it takes away any accountability.
I'll always be Lewis Dodgson. Someone will always have someone who takes advantage of my good graces to the point of charging me for a piece of pie they had no intent on consuming in the first place. The karmic smack though...the part you don't see...if the grin across Lewis Dodgson's face when he finds out Nedry had become Dino chow....i mean ok he's out whatever amount he paid Nedry up front...but he works for some sort of evil corporation so I'm sure they can recoup with some other GMO sweatshop or something...so Dodgson grinned knowing he was going to be alive and all right...anniversaries, birthdays, new designer shades...all still an option for him.
As Joe left my house I asked him for my key...he yelled out some choice insults and walked away.
"Do you want your keyboard power cord?" I yelled.
Joe came back...upset I was smart enough to have a contingency plan. Key and power cord exchanged he left..and as he yelled out insults as he walked down my pathway I smiled realizing his demeanor was really just posturing because he knew he was beneath me.
here's to the Lewis Dodgson's of the world.

you either know "Go" or you're deprived

[Selling allergy medicine as drugs]
Ronna: You know what makes it even better? If you take like a lot of pot with it. I mean like, like a lot of pot.

For the holidays it's not uncommon for families to rally together and watch frank Capra's love story to the perseverance of the everyday man against impossible odds through the help of direct divine intervention (personally I always felt everyone was better off without George Bailey who was holding back progress...got into a debate with a coworker once on that point). But as far as seasonal holiday movies go one film stands out "go"
Now I first encountered"Go" in college. A guy I had a crush on ranted and raved about it. You know how when you think someone is cute you try to woo em? Well...a few days later I rented it and fell in love.

"Go" gets called a poormans "pulp fiction" it's a stylized series of interconnecting vignettes involving gang members, drugs and their dealers, car chases through Vegas and confederated products...all set around Christmas time. Though not a central part of the movie it's presence is there (like "titanic")
but it is fashioned similar to holiday fare in the sense that it's"A" story isn't about it being Christmas. It gets overlooked largely due to content and what I presume is the depiction of realistic yet "irresponsible" drug use. It is for this reason that I make it a holiday point to watch it every year (right up there on the mental holiday list between getting a tree and martinelis sparkling cider).

Sarah Polley's character is put through a lot on the day of the celebration of the birth of the Nazareth... She goes from working a double shift to becoming a drug dealer and ending up left for dead in a ditch caused by a closeted couple of Hollywood costars out to take vengance on the person they both commited
infedility with...despite all of that Ronna martin awakens in a hospital...attached to life sustaining aparatuses and she...dirty...bloody...dazed and confused...goes to work her shift...ladies and gentlemen sis and not Ronna Martin hero to all the underdog working stiffs of the world...a day late...a buck short....Ronna Martin my hero..."Go" my holiday selection...screw you Zuzu and your petals.

so it finally happened. I made a cinema blog...i know what you must be thinking..."oh some geek with a net connection and device is going to be posting movie reviews and "cute" stories about which incarnation of Bruce banner was best..
no ...I'm not...thanks for jumping to conclusions...and Edward Norton
see I was born and have spent my life in Los Angeles.
As such I grew up with cinema all around me. When relatives would visit we went to universal studios, when I'd go to legal aid where my mon worked we often walked by film crews...it became an accepted part of my life that there would be detours due to filming and our local parades would have celebrity appearances. I was bitten by a passion for cinema when my parents got a divorce. Dad stopped coming home regularly and mom found it easier on both of us to distract ourselves by heading to the drive -in...it is there that I got my schooling on life. See I realized something. If you get a theater full of moviegoers none of them will see the exact same thing at the exact same time...you're staring at a lamp..someone else is staring at an actor etc....sort of like life...we're all viewing it through our own filters.

so I present this blog for you. The rantings and ravings of your friendly neighborhood zero...just your average movie buff with an internet connection and a device...
also thanks David for the awesome blog named suggestion.