law of falling bodies

The only movie that is worse than 3:10 to Yuma is Battlefield Earth

I proposed to myself walking over to the theater that gunfighting would probably outweigh Crowe's dialog.  It'll be okay.  It'll be OKAY.

Everybody's saying the gun scenes are GOOD. 

They were not good.  The gun scenes were almost as boring as the Russell-Crowe's-got-lines-scenes.  Which, I should point out, were boring PLUS awkward.  Plus stupid.  AND with all traces of tension (magically?) extracted from the film.  A couple hours ago I was on an elevator & warned all eight people about this movie. 

The outlaw (played by Crowe) happens to be an sketchpad toting artiste naive as well as the baddest dudicle in the story (who would EVER have guessed THA?)  The drawings were hiLARiously bad.  Not to be outdone, it must be said, Crowe's acting was worse.

I am so fucking mad that anyone ever anywhere esteemed this crappissimo crapturd as anything but an unmitigated failure.  A crime. The most boring boring stupid movie and I was mad all the way home, which at least was downhill, so there's one thing that didn't suck out of our night.

God, I'm still so mad about this. 

At least I saw Battlefield Earth for free at someone's house, and I do feel a something like fondness for the film holding my 'worst movie of all time' rank.  This bad bad movie won't even ever be able to bring me that grim sliver of nostalgia.

Killer Industrial artwork & accessory design in Red Hook

So I've still got to call my favorite Chicago designer, Melissa, of WIRED, to show her a Brooklyn artist's work that goes right in line with her post industrial apocalyptic style.  Check out the RRLY cool metal works from Brooklyn local (out of Red Hook, of Lovecraft horror semi-fame,) Leisah:  link to leisah.net

Here's a little piece out of her site entitled, posie:

i reads lots LOL but HEYZ - WAZ SHELFARI.COM?

A writer I know in NYC joined up with myspace for bookworms:: shelfari.com - still in beta or alpha or whatever - and here's what I thought after posting a profile & starting to add books I've read:  aren't the librarians fighting tooth and fuk=cking nail to keep private that which we read??  Since it's our right to read what we read and not have anyone know waz we reads?? And why the hells am I posting to some unknown site my reading habits?

So I looked into Joshua Hug, shelfari founder, & the other guys who run Tastemasters, Inc (creepy ass name already) to see what kind of blokes they are>>>>

Joshua grad-jee-ated from Whitworth College - a very jeebus campy school.  One of my highlights from today's troll is this exerpt from an upcoming lecture on Islam there: "Paul-Gordon Chandler, an Episcopal priest working in the Middle East, will present a lecture, 'Salaam on Islam: Waging Peace on Muslims in the Spirit of Christ' on Thursday, Sept. 6, at 7 p.m., in the Robinson Teaching Theatre, Weyerhaeuser Hall, at Whitworth University." link

And guess what Joshie Hug's (watta name)spess-ee-allity was prior to this book club/myspace project?  DRM development.   Ass.

Another founder is out of Brigham Young.  Hmm.  I know the CIA loves da SHEET outta these straight shoooters, but but but.... Do I wanna tell these guys what I'm reading?

I was anxious to delete my nascent profile when I scrolled down the page to discover the ads posted along the bottom.  Ann Coultier.  Sean Hannity.  I'm happy these shitbirds can't drop their books for a dollar (the list price on shelfari) but it made me shiver to think that I was telling these evango-freaks what I reads.  Alls I'm saying is I wouldn't do it If I was yous.

the johnsons

thejohnsons, originally uploaded by ekbuckley.

Our two year is coming up next week.  Here we are Hallowen 2004.

stolen painting

Medea, originally uploaded by ekbuckley.

So much for letting someone take a piece to decide if they want it. I guess she wanted it. But didn't wanna pay me for it. Twat.

This is a part of the Medea painting I did.

Gone.

too many jobs

I took every job that came my way since moving to Brooklyn, scared by the doom sayers warning me that the likes of Chris & I would "probably be FINE" in NYC.  Well, not EVERY job.  I turned down the second one I interviewed for after not getting the first.  It was the second interview I had. 

The hipster shitbird informed me it was a beautiful person job.  I said I understood and went to get up from the cafe table.  He assured me he meant it as a compliment, that I fit the standard of appearances.  Then, as if that metric of employment isn't assinine enough to end my interest, he informs me that the corporation takes the tips earned, my tips, as I would see it, and after creative mathematics and a dubious tip pool, redistributes my earnings to me.  Later.  Oh, I reply.  You take my money, and it comes back to me after an undisclosed filtration process?  Well, it's corporate policy, he says.  That's funny, I say. 

He actually called me to come interview again.  Shitbird dumbass.  I had laughed when he told me the policy of tip-managing by the bosses.  Maybe he misread laughter as good.  I don't know.

shadenfraud

i linked to this once - but i'll link it again.  Thank you Warren Ellis.  Thank you. 
A meeting of the magick minds at Denny's
I swear he was in Pilsen swigging free art show wine & scaring the women.  At least in spirit....

no pnts makes no pntings, inks helpz rly lots srrsly

girl in powerfield, originally uploaded by ekbuckley.

still trying to make this art blog more visual. such a pain in my chapped ass that i lost every image link.

this one is girl in powerfield

uploading a few images - lost so so many by renaming the blog, alas

sheseesstarsweb, originally uploaded by ekbuckley.

I've got some spanky new pastels to dicker around with while I lament the separation from my oils studio that's STILL in storage. Two more weeks. Just two more weeks.

park slope

So we went out last night.  Check out our new barrio.  I like the street we're on.  Made friends with a little girl from Guangzhou, think she's told me her name a dozen times but i can't tell which word it is in the phrase.  Such is communication between and English speaker and a Cantonese speaker.  We chat a lot though.  She's always on the stoop with some sort of scooter or doll or contraption from her parent's take out place next door.  And always in the mood to chat.  She's aware that my dog hates children, but as an intrepid little one she still wants to play regardless of Zora's obvious aggro growling and flashing eyes.  I like her.

Down just a handful of blocks, I don't know the direction, but the numbers go down, they all get pregnant.  All the women.  It's chilling.  Even those who obviously abjure the society of men are with child.  I work down there.  I still hesitate to drink the water.  I'm suspicious.  I work, and I go straight home. 

I haven't got the painting studio up yet, still in storage, so i've been walking prospect park on my off time.  I look forward to fall.  Really looking forward to fall.

Finished a book with a Coetzee recommendation on the cover.  What a tease.  Billed as horror.  Okay read for ripping along, but too Steven King for my tastes.  At least the next one i had from the shop at Penn Station was Saramago's "All the Names."   It's hard to find a book I wanna read after reading a Saramago book.  He's  a  mind-show stealer.  So I went off to find another Saramago book, still haven't read "Stone Raft" or the one called something like a 'handbook for painting & calligraphy, and i've noticed his non-fiction work about Portugal, which interests me, but I'm more a fiction reader.  I likes the pretends.

Chris dug up an old Lovecraft story called 'Murder in Red Hook', a neighborhood I'll be working in, and we're going to give that a read while we learn that neighborhood.

Off to Williamsberg, apparently hipster epcot, but whyfor I have yet to discern.

Went to spell check this and noticed that the blog app wants to replace Saramago's name with the word Aramaic.  How funny.