shanmonster | Bay of Pigs

Woe is me. The bees are dying in droves, and the pain is centred in my back. I was fine this morning, but then I had to model in the afternoon, and the hour-long pose made the pain pretty much unbearable. But the money I got from sitting nice and still paid for some groceries. Tonight, I'm dining on roast turkey, baked squash, and mashed potatos. If that doesn't make me feel better, nothing will (aside from the ibuprofen, that is).

Just when I finally found a club where hanging out was fun because the music was good (industrial night at Pitchman's), the darned place goes bankrupt. It closed down yesterday. Damn.

I watched Red Zone Cuba last night. It was one of the most incomprehensible films I've ever seen, and I think it may have been pieced together from five or six different films featuring the same actors. Random acts of violence were interspersed between half-second establishing shots, and the jump cuts made me feel like I was being punched in the head. The actors were all horrible and unpleasant to look at, and David Carradine is a terrible, terrible singer. As a review says, "It's possible that Francis is the worst filmmaker of all time--he makes Ed Wood look like Kubrick."

Oh yeah. Happy bonfire night!