Cecelia has worked as a story analyst in the film industry since practically the day she arrived in Los Angeles almost eight years ago, and in that time has worked for a number of LA-based companies and read an estimated 4-5000 scripts, books and plays. So she’s not sweating it, either.
November 3, 2008
VOTE!
If that’s not enough incentive, here’s a picture of someone else who would be made very happy if you exercised your most important right as an American:
(Back with an actual blog next week, I hope.)
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we are truly witnessing a HISTORIC moment in American history.
and that kitty is soooo cute!
America’s smartest citizens are fingering themselves in voting booths to filthy images of the Bourgeois Innovation. I’m at home drawing parallels between Shelley and Stirner, often google-translating Nietszche for shits and giggles. Oh, and definitely fucking myself, and whatever walks my way.
Screw all of you who are voting for laise-progressivist new-neoliberalism. If you have a clitoral-erection for putting a “progressivist” in the white house, calling it progress, just vote McKinney: at least she’s kinda anti-war. she’s got a cunt too (smells like eggplant risotto). But a vote for that bitch is still a vote for democracy, for america, nationalism, and for pure-nonsense: ideaology.
Do me a favor: If this preppy douche-bag, this clean-coal pig and armchair Clintonian, this Corporate stain wins - keep your eye on his mulatto ass just as you might McPalin. For pathological reasons, the right-wing media hates to report on the militant tendencies of Democratic-administrations. Don’t stop marching, making signs, hating on The D.C, or doing whatever else makes you cum. Face the fire friends, Obama = a displacement, a symbolic-exchange of patriotism, from the amero-right to the amero-left. Also, keep your eyes out for how so-called progressive movements (Green or otherwise) will continue to lose their subversiveness, as they go on getting pursued under the cock-shadow of the state, and realized in a series of filthy Corporate-cum shots.
I accept that Obama has convinced high-brows of his progressive virtue more successfully than Bush convinced low-brows of his Christian morality. It’s brilliant-branding. And for that reason he almost had my vote. But, seriously, read his book.
The closest thing we have to revolutionists in this turd-hole belong to the right, they live in Alaska, they bury automatic firearms in their front yard, and couldn’t afford to attend bourgeois boot camps. Also, American leftism doesn’t exist and we have no intellectual identity of our own.
I want you to wash your mouth out once you get finished swallowing democracy’s dirty load.
That is, feel “free” to vote.
PS
i desire your blog, and i have just written the best american screenplay since Weekend at Bernies and/or Vertigo. it’s very hollywood, very high-on-the-concept, pure-thriller, and truly terrible in the good-way.
blech. i get it. you have read marx. maybe even althusser. if you gave a shit about anything other than provoking you would have written what you’ve written above in a way that was aimed at actual communication and exchange, without trying to fit cum and poop into every sentence as kneejerk-bait. you remind me of an old boyfriend of mine who needed attention badly. He argued and argued whatever position he thought would most disturb those around him, never really believing in anything because he was too much of a narcissist to understand something like conviction or belief. it was a neat trick, but pure cynicism and skepticism (or namedropping great thinkers) doesn’t make you smart or interesting. your comment is evidence of that. and no, i’m not defending obama as some true subversive or the perfect candidate for the hard left. I don’t believe he or anyone but mccain flunkies who haven’t read a history book ever said he was. i’m just saying that your comment made me feel sorry for you in the same way i feel sorry for any troll who has to go into an internet comment box and scream something to feel like, even though there’s not much to him, he exists. feel free to write some crap back to me about how i’m going round and round on the wheel of life and you have realized everything means nothing. i will feel free to keep thinking you’re tiresome.
actually, you’re completely right - especially the needing attention part. i even set your comments page as my main page so i could keep track of potential responses. i know that’s pathetic and i know it’s also a cop-out to admit defeat and not stick to my guns - but you were also right to call me out on not believing in anything - even pseudo-subversion.
i just really like your blog and think you have a sexy voice and thought this might be a surefire to make you notice me.
by the way, i’m 23 (almost 24) - 6′2″ 170llbs and pretty much tall, dark and handsome. i almost graduated from a pretty good and very bourgie liberal-arts college. i’m sort of like one of those reformed hipsters who is trying really hard not be a hipster, so i wear flannel and no longer like cities. would you like to get pussied with me when I visit LA to sell my screenplay - it’s so effing good.. but does everyone think that about that work?
Hugs and Hisses,
Me
uhhhh, *their work
Wow. I’ve never seen anyone fall to pieces like Nicko here did. Bravo, fellow script reader. Bravo, indeed.
I imagine that guy’s screenplay would be a lot like Tucker Max’s, but in the scene with the bartender, instead of saying “pour me a fucking drink,” the hero would say “pull your fingers from your twat and engage me in new neo-alcoholism.”
neo this, neo that -
s my d
also, i can’t resist -
i have to ask you a horrible secret question: is the mainstream declaration of this
moment as “positively” racially significant only concealing what is
truly vile (the re-presenting of the marginalized in a favorable-
marginality?). isn’t this question more appropriate: “did
President-elect Obama learn, or was he conditioned, to behave like a
white, slave-owning founding father?” He is, after all, perfectly,
politically and professionally qualified. Do his requisites somehow
fall in line with a natural order? I don’t think so. i’d like to
re-think this question as racism under the shadow of post-structural
culturalism - but in order to do that i would have to believe the
system was somehow pure, or, that he wasn’t qualified. i don’t
believe any of those as possibilities.
hahahaha
Does the “hahaha” part denote total joy or bemused condescension? Is it happiness or anger you’re feeling when you’re shattering the grand illusions of mindless masses?
Maybe your primal feelings are beyond the capacity of the marginalized mind? Is asking you how you feel like asking Goldblum in the second act of The Fly what his zodiac sign is? At this late point in your powerful but frightening evolution, could we understand you at all, or can you only regurgitate corrosive liquids onto the soft sweaters of helpless damsels, dissolving the tight, acrylic fabric of their consumerism into a nauseating but visceral paste that would eventually overtake their entire metaphorical wardrobe and liberate their true, inalienable, natural, supple selves, if only they would stick around long enough for your natural chemistry to do its thing?
I don’t know, why am I joking about this? Seems like a serious topic to be such a gigglepuss about. If it’s true that Soylent Green is people, then there’s hundreds of millions of minds, lives and souls at stake, and I’m sitting here in the comment section of a blog playing hacky sack with words and pop cultural references instead of flying a plane into something like the hero I know I could be.
Obviously, as much as I’d like to pretend, I don’t really care about saving society, I just want to be liked and feel important and as soon as I secure that, it’s right back to the sushi and the twice filtered zionist newswire.
I guess you could say that about every single one of us inside this imaginary circus of a country. America is so gorged on poor people’s blood that we’re all lazy, even our anarchists. In my day (1992), when a young person wanted to hone their parents’ tuition money on bubble bursting, they had to spend hours out of every day writing “lies” on newspaper boxes and turning conversations at real parties into genuinely awkward one-sided arguments. Now, it’s all “virtual” subversion. Alleged nihilists typing the idea that culture is a fraud, like we’re supposed to just take it on face value that you’re not actually a Republican or Democrat, doing a dumb character so that independent thought seems less like a viable option than a clumsy, pubescent phase.
Sometimes I long for the days when if you wanted to eat something, you had to kill it, and if you wanted to rub someone the wrong way, you literally had to walk up to them and touch them, with your hand, in a way that made them want to barf. Now it’s a joke to you? Now you’re typing that you’re laughing? It makes me want to type that I want to cry.
wow…this is your penance script reader for being a script reader with a blog.
How amusing that every Tom, Dick and Harry with an over active hyper-diction gland feels the need to flirt outrageously in order to get their scripts read!
Right on script reader. I for one feel both rested and assured that it is you that might be casting the eye that decides what we are subjected to at our local flicks.
Goblessya girl and keep up the good work. Great blog!
Procrastinator 2 - we still kill for food. it’s called Free-Trade. Fair-Trade is our alibi, neoliberalism is our fall-guy, and social-liberalism will be our our nom de guerre.
i said “HAHAHA” hoping the Script Reader might see some Good Will Hunting in me. that screenplay won the oscar, which means it’s very sexy.
you write like a Riot Grrrl on her deathbed. it’s very sexy. wanna phuck?
theproductiondesigner: yes, it is a great blog but please stop telling people about the size of my diction. also, i’m sorry to read about your over active redundancy-gland. are you a cock-block are looking for a three-way?
The Script Reader, i didn’t mean to ask you to read my screenplay, no matter what the theseductiondesigner says. i just mentioned it, and maybe i was puttin it out there but it wasn’t my intention and so i’d like to apologize. what i really from you is a million more posts where you tell me what to do, what not to do, what you like, how you like it? please.
I would think that someone genuinely transcendent of cultural artifice wouldn’t strain so much to sound like the fake hipsters you earlier pretended to pretend to pretend to hate as a joke with no punchline. If you want to free us from the Matrix, you should appear as something extrinsic and powerful, something that we would need to go off the grid to emulate. I’m not picking up anything about you worth coveting, but if I did, it seems like I could acquire it with a high school reading list and Wikipedia (for looking up “riotgrrrl”). Maybe I’m projecting my own social issues onto you but it seems like you’re more preoccupied with au courant neo-buzzism and uselessly vague poli-sci gobbledy gook than someone that really wants to communicate. I feel like you’d be one of the first people in an “honest” society to be turning gazelle bones into golf clubs and petitioning for a country club, or shaping salvaged aluminum into TV antennae in hopes of catching an episode of Best Week Ever. I guess what I’m saying is, you do realize that if we start stripping the planet of bullshit, the first thing to go after politicians will be pseudo-intellectual pussies, right? And I count myself in that category.
You’re a young primate, as unique as all the others, with too much estrogen for football and too much testosterone for chess; it’s not that complicated and it’s not a crime.
It doesn’t matter if your goal is to actually help people, to see naked people or just to feel the unconditional love that your parents couldn’t muster. All those finish lines have the same starting line: Dropping the ironically ironic irony, and the forced Rocky Horror sexuality, and putting your own, unique, perfectly acceptable humanity under the scrutiny you’ve heretofore reserved for others. That’s how you reach people. Women, societies and even yourself will “go to bed” with you if there’s a “you” to go to bed with. Mentally, politically, economically, socially, spiritually and sexually, people want to phuck men and women, heroes, like the people I’m gleaning you admire, men that tend their own gardens, that pluck the logs from their own eyes, whose voices ring with crystaline charisma, not because they’re smart or right, but because they know enough about themselves to know what they really think is right and wrong, good and bad, cool and uncool. I hope you get AIDS on your clitoris like Scooby Doo, hahahaha
please sugar - the only thing worth coveting is my screenplay. you will never have the time or the adderall to emulate it. besides, your film hit theaters a long time ago: existentially flawed characters learn to say “i”. thanks for building the arch. it’s fun to jump from.
no body cares who “i” am. least of all me. see you at the movies lady.
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