THINGS THAT GET ON MY NERVES
and other personal pet peeves


this it the part of my page where I bitch and moan about all the annoying things that i see in my tiny little world. Hope you enjoy it... I know that the people around me have been thrilled to hear my every complaint (that's sarcasm, son).

I'll just write as I think of em, very unplanned here.

#1. THE PICARD ISSUE
    Okay... Patrick Stewart... other wise know as Captain Picard from Star Trek the Next Generation (had to explain for the people with lives)
I think that he's fine at playing Cap'n Picard, but, it REALLY bugs me when people try and play him up like he's this wonderful, genius actor... just because he's got a powerful voice and is in a lot of Shakespeare plays... if you really take his acting with out thinking about the fact that it's Picard up on stage, he's really not that great. He over acts on Star Trek anyway. If you watch that piece o crap flick he was in... Excalaber is what it was called, you can REALLY tell how bad an actor he is. He was HORRIBLE in that movie. And so far I've seen nothing better with him. I will admit that in the episode of Star Trek where that ugly dude with the bumps on his face (every Alien on the show) was holding Picard captive and torturing him by telling him there was three lights when there was actually four... I thought that he was pretty good in that one, and that ole Kirk couldn't have pulled that acting job off (OOH! Better actor than William Shatner!! Get my autograph book!) but really... he seems so... pale... if you look at some of the other acting on the show... I think that Jonathan Frakes conveys ten times the feeling than Picard, and so does Whoopie Goldburg... anyway... that was the first thing that I came up with as far as things that get on my nerves... there will be more i am SURE.... just gotta type em out.

#2. BEATNIKS AND COFFEE SHOPS
hmmmm.... I remember my english teacher, Jose, telling me about his life as a Beatnik in the early 60's and I was fascinated. I thought it sounded totally cool... the whole style, idea, and life style seemed so... smooth... I wanted that... I wanted to do that and to be that. I wanted to wear a Goatee and all black and say weird and wonderful things that blew peoples minds and made people think. I wanted to hang out in coffee shops, smoke a bowl and talk about life. So, when I moved here and decided to look for friends (which, for some reason, after seven months, I still haven't found yet... maybe it's because I don't leave the house anymore and I dork around on this damn thing all the time) the first place I looked was the coffee shops. I went through a couple and finally found one where people would talk to me. I talked to this girl, Erica (I don't know how to spell it.. she spelled it some goofy way) and she was nice to me (she likes Pearl Jam : D ) and I met a girl named Niki, who was like, the goddess on earth... the most beautiful woman to ever talk to me i think... she looked like Mila, if that tells you anything... and she actually gave me her phone number (though I had no idea what to do with it... I still have that tiny piece of paper that has her cute little hand writing on it between the pages of the copy of Alice in Wonderland that I carry in my coat, the place I put it when she gave it to me) and talked to me about The Doors and Pearl Jam and Beck.
    Well, I went there off and on for a couple of months, then, after a while, I started to notice a trend... (though, I am sure that they would be PISSED if they heard me use the word "trend" in reference to them)... it seems that everyone there had this obsession with people "being themselves"... it was the sin of sins to do anything that is trendy... the people there (a generalization, what I mean is MOST of the people there) were so obsessed with making sure that everyone was themselves that a mold was built of what a person who "knows themself" and "loves themself" looks and acts like.There was so much hypocrisy and contradiction that it's almost
comical... unless you are trying desperately to impress a certain girl with a certain resemblance to a certain model named Mila (and a certain drug addiction that involves needles I should add)
    Apparently, according to the example set up, you don't love yourself, or know who you are unless you
                A: Listen to Victoria William's, The Velvet Underground and a bunch of local bands that no one has ever heard of
                B: Do SOMETHING weird with your hair, flesh or clothes
                C: Watch NO TV... EVER
                D: Only watch low budget, indie movies (oh, excuse me... FILMS... sheesh)
                E: You can like Clerks, but if you liked Mallrats, then you're a sheep (which is bullshit considering that Mallrats was WAY funnier than Clerks... not that
                    Clerks wasn't a wonderful experience... just wasn't as Laugh out Loud funny as Mallrats)
                      F: You either have to hang out in a lot of dance clubs (oh... excuse me again... RAVES) or absolutely HATE people that hang out in clubs... you
                     can't just NOT LIKE dancing. You have to have a stand on it.
                G: You HAVE to have some sort of cause...whether it's not eating meat, or boycotting Disney or saving the environment from whatever... you have to have
                     something...
                H: You have to have some sort of horrible childhood... nobody can just have grown up normal... you have to have been raped by your boyfriend, lived on
                     the street, been addicted to a grip of drugs, had an eating disorder, been suicidal, you know... depressing stuff...

There's a ton more...  I just know that this is getting long... my point is: if you don't go along with all those things, then you are a slave of the man, and you don't
deserve the pleasure of their conversation. Now, I'm not saying that none of those things applied to me... in fact, most of them do... but it's something I noticed, and it's something that got on my nerves.
Anyway... so I don't go there anymore... I don't need that crap.. people suck

#3. FILMS VS. MOVIES
This is something that goes back to my time at a "special" school (a school for junkies and pregnant girls that can't handle regular school)  called Academy 2000. It was basically a school with a lot less rules, and a weird schedule for work. I had Math in the morning, three hours, and Art the second half for three hours (I was the first person in the history of the school to get an A+ in art : D )  and then I went home. There was this guy, Jose was his name, and he was an English teacher... I used to hang out in his room and we'd talk about stuff (there was a few things... more than a few things... that we disagreed on... one of the biggest being Jim Morrison... he thought he was a drunken idiot that stole all his poetry from William Blake and Arthur Rimbaud, and I just didn't want to hear that) like music, books and movies...
    One time, we were discussing Apocalypse Now, and I happened to mention that I thought that it was over hyped and a bit boring towards the end.... and then I said that I wasn't too impressed with that movie... and he like, got all weird, and said "Well, it's one of my favorite FILMS... Apocalypse Now is a FILM... Ace Ventura Pet Detective is a movie"

That has bugged the complete shit out of me ever sense. Who's to say when a movie becomes and film, and visa versa? I mean... how is that judged? Is a movie a film when you like it a lot? When it means something to you? The Breakfast Club touched me on many levels... but most people would consider it a movie, and not a film... Oscar, starting Sylvester Stalone impressed me beyond belief... is it a film now?
    Now, my friend Mary brings up the point that "movie" just SOUNDS stupid... it's when audio was first introduced to the cinema, and they were called Talkies... but that's kinda away from what I was talking about... I mean, like... when people use "movie vs film" as a way to judge the validity of it, and the worth of it's content. To me they're all movies. I mean, it's what I grew up saying, I am not going to pretend that because I like one movie more than the other, or because one was made with more money than the other that one movie is worth more than another. Yes, i think that Van Damme's movies are shit and that he has no purpose in the industry other than to draw money from the sheep and keep the thought level in america (that's where these movies make the big bucks) down to a cave-man level... but that does not change the fact that it has a script, a director, film, cameras and a theater to play in... SOMEONE made this movie and therefore, it's all the same... you can like one more than the other (for instance, I like Slingblade a lot more than I like Double Impact) but, I don't dig trying to impose an opinion onto the world by declaring a movie a film. For instance, the "film" A Clock Work Orange, I think, is a retarded movie, yet, it's refereed to as a film... not everybody's opinion jives here, yet, most people (who play along with these word games) would gasp if I called Ghostbusters a "film", but, if  we're going by content, worth and impact, then Ghostbusters would be WAY up on my list and certainly into the film category.
 

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