http://stupidchronicles.com Just when you thought there was hope for the human race... Sun, 28 Feb 2010 09:45:32 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Standin' here, admirin' this bit of snow, that bit of grass. How it came to be here without any help, its aesthetic properties all shinin' just as beautiful as anything that lot useda spend their whole lives constructing. That lot. Ain't much left of 'em now. The last ones- the stragglers- ... http://stupidchronicles.com/beautiful-quiet-nothin/ Hope and wonder, how it always starts. What's along the road this go 'round? Some sorta unforeseen joy or terror? More broken lights? More sublime peace? You never know, you hate to predict, and honestly can't stand when others do either. All you can really do is look at where ... http://stupidchronicles.com/standin-at-the-bottom-and-the-top/ I've spent a solid portion of my existence in particularly large, dark rooms, with a bunch of strangers. Theaters, mind you. And those theaters have contained everything from mind-blowing stories, visual feasts, comedies nearly driving me to tears, and of course, absolute garbage. As a film student, it's easy to ... http://stupidchronicles.com/a-visual-feast/ Horror movies suck. If you were to take a sample of any twenty films labeling themselves as horror, chances are most of them would be awful, a handful would have some "ok" parts, and maybe one would creep you out for a moment or two. Don't get me wrong, I love ... http://stupidchronicles.com/oh-the-horror/ 09-18-09. Spokane, WA. The children... Wow, the children. Standing in line for an hour and a half (venue set-up time fail is made of fail), it became apparent that we were in the minority of attendees over the age of 21. Significantly over, mind you. I'm not sure how to feel about that- ... http://stupidchronicles.com/one-metal-evening/ See those leaves up there? Bein' all golden and still under some blue sky? I do. They're not actually there, and in fact may be some amalgamation of photos and distorted recollections, but I still see them. Some basement underneath those leaves. School. Smells like paint. Not exactly high-art but hey, ... http://stupidchronicles.com/fall-backwards/ Every once in awhile you meet some of these creatures that live and breathe outdoor "excitement" and can't stand being cooped up. They're the ones that mock the nerds whenever they walk by, or ridicule anyone whose existence doesn't revolve entirely around interacting with humanity. You know, fucktards. Oh sure, getting ... http://stupidchronicles.com/ire-activetardssocialtards/ Broken. It's that feelin' of wellin' up like so many irritants inside are tryin' to rip your mouth open and scream the apocalypse. What would they scream? Hatred, death, somebody help me, a hug? Somethin'. It's a convolution of shit that's mostly incomprehensible and it's easier to just sleep it ... http://stupidchronicles.com/eight/ You may be wondering (yes you, both of you) about my definition of "rebooting" a site when I haven't been arsed to update it in two months. So! Here's an update on just why that is: In the last two months, I've been attached to three different film projects. Given that ... http://stupidchronicles.com/an-update-on-the-lack-of-updates-again/ Have to go to nowhere. Why? 'Cause it's dark an' I can. Specks up there in the black hangin' above the cold air with a crescent night-light. There's a sense of warmth right now- love, even. For anything an' everything. Lotta people don't get that on their own, but I'm ... http://stupidchronicles.com/roads/