It’s just occurred to me that I have neglected House of the Apes for two weeks in a row! The holidays, you know…I’ll have a new scene ready this Friday, not to worry–the material is endless.
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I lay in my bed last night listening to ape hoots and hollers and remembered a time a few years ago when I did something similar to a roommate–had friends over for dinner and didn’t invite him…so I accepted last night as karma and *poof* all my anger disappeared instantly. If you’re out there Chris D., sorry I was an asshole.
I love the karma, it not only takes away the bad feeling but brings in a good feeling. And reassures me that all the assholes I’ve known will get theirs too.
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I just came home from a horrendous day to find the fucking apes about to begin a dinner party…6 or so guests and gourmet food about to be served…and all I got was a fake-ass “Hi!” (pause) … no invitation. Now, I generally do not enjoy the company of these fucking morons but if you’re going to have a fucking dinner party in MY FUCKING HOUSE you can at least invite the roomates. I HATE THE APES. I hate them. I have made jokes out of my irritation before but this is the last straw, now they are my enemies. How fucking rude is that? In my own house, not invited to the party? Fuckers. Now I have to listen to their moron laughs and yelps and the brain-dead girls laughing at their stupid frat jokes all night. On a Thursday night. I want to throw some tear gas down the staircase and drive them all out of here. House of the Apes is likely going to take a very dark turn from here on out…
This is all exacerbated by the fact that I just came back from a long and long-winded meeting all the way over in fucking Brookline and endured a jam-packed hellish Greenline T ride home and so I’m already irritable and exhausted and then walk home to feeling unwelcome and alienated in my own fucking house.
I miss the Ape the moved away. He always invited me to their feasts.
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I’ve just been notified by Netflix that The Changeling is on its way to me. I’m scared already. I hope it’s as creepy as I remember it being.
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MONDAY, December 8 @ 7:30PM (doors @ 7PM) at the Coolidge:
BALAGAN’s FIRST FUNDRAISING PARTY-SHOW!
* Film and Video shorts on the theme of MONEY! by filmmakers Henry Hills, Mary Filippo, Joe Gibbbons, Jorge Furtado & many
others.
* Make a Movie! Participate in making a group hand-made film that will screen at the end of the show.
* Raffles of your favorite local filmmakers works on DVD & VHS. Plus other objects d’art (among the contributors are Alfred
Guzzetti, Abraham Ravett, Brittany Gravely, Robert Arnold, Jon Gianvito, Karen Aqua and many others).
* Balagan Memorabilia! Our Balagan T-shirts will be hot off the press.
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I guess I should make a year-end Top Ten Film list…but I probably won’t for several reasons. First, because I haven’t seen many films this year. My top ten would be my only ten for the year. Second, because I’m not good at Top Ten lists. I don’t really think that way. Third, because I’m indecisive and very aware that making such lists pigeon-holes a person. The movies you like says a lot about you, and if you ask me to make a top ten list, you ask me to define myself. That’s a lot of work. I’m sort of like what’s-his-name in that shitty movie High Fidelity, the John Cusack character, who is so immersed in music in his life that he can’t possibly distill it into ten songs, and he edits the list interminably…that’s me. I need several top ten lists, if I’m to make any at all. There’s the Film School Top Ten, then there’s the Escapism Top Ten, then there’s the Depressive Girl’s Top Ten, then there’s the Local Top Ten, then there’s the Movies So Bad They’re Good Top Ten…the list goes on. Perhaps a top ten list of top ten lists is in order.
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Michael Wincott, that’s his name. Not an attractive man but I could listen to that voice forever…
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I’m half-watching this dumb Morgan Freeman kidnapping/cop movie and it’s mind-numbingly stupid but am keeping it on because the kidnapper is that guy with the amazing voice…oh that voice…I think he’s actually British, or at least I like to think he is…he was in the equally dumb Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and had a British gravelly voice and that’s where I first saw him and that voice was imprinted forever on my brain, so I like to think that’s what he sounds like when walking around in the world, with a low British gravelly growl. I don’t even know the guy’s name. But that voice is like an aural form of Kryptonite to Superman…I hear that voice and am rendered powerless. Much like the male scent in the elevator a few weeks ago. It’s a chemical/hormonal/physical/PRIMAL response that I cannot control.
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INT-LIVING ROOM-DAY A large house in Somerville, MA.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
Where’s the phone bill?
APE #1
Oh, I paid it.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
You paid the phone bill already?
APE #1
Yeah.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
Well how much do I owe you?
APE #1
Oh, don’t worry about it.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
What? No come on, how much do I owe?
APE #1
No don’t worry about it, I got it.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
(Puzzled frown) If you say so…
INT-KITCHEN-NEXT MORNING
APE #2
Hey did you hear about the phone bill?
RED-HAIRED GIRL
Just that Ape #1 said he paid it.
APE #2
(Laughing) He logged on to some Brazilian porn site that billed your phone bill, and the bill was like $300.
RED-HAIRED GIRL
$300? What’s so special about Brazilian porn? Isn’t there plenty of free porn on the web?
APE #2
I guess he has expensive taste.
Fade to black.
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