Thursday, December 31, 2009
Top Five Tuesdays
No Post Wednesdays
Friday Night/Saturday Morning Rambles
Bleeding Heart Sundays
I guess we'll see how this endeavor works.
Joel Samson Berntsen(Open Sea Theme- Sven Libaek)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
I’m a lazy basterd. Forgive me.
I’m still wheezing, but let’s forgot about that whole posting massacre.
I’m here to simply to check in and make promises. Promises saying there will be considerable more writing in the coming year. But that’s not till we hit January 1st.
Closing notes: there’s only one redeeming quality of Transformers and that’s the fact that Shia is wearing a The Strokes t-shirt. However, I believe the shirt is only there to soften the attitudes of those cultured in cinema, acting, and music.
Joel Samson Berntsen (The Strokes- Meet Me In The Bathroom)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I did no direct physical activity on this day. I did, however, do an extensive, bizarre photo shoot, which takes more out of you than you'd think. I might post pictures.
I had an eight hour shift at work. Nuff said.
I played soccer with a couple guys from the soccer team for a couple hours. And I'm about to lift some weights. Woo physical activity!
Joel Samson Berntsen (The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I went to school and work today. It was arctic cold outside, which I feel should be a legitimate excuse, but it’s not. Spontaneous dancing did occur. I’ve decided that really doesn’t count though.
Better luck tomorrow.
Joel Samson Berntsen (The silence of a still house)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Instead I: Did an onslaught of pull-ups at various times throughout my small workout of crunches and holding weights in air. I also lifted some. Exciting stuff.
I started to jump rope when Robyn’s Cobra style came on. I did a spontaneous dance number that involved lots of running around and jumping. When it was over, I got a glass of water. Then, Out of the Blue by Julian Casablancas came on, so I did another spontaneous number. It was nice.
Progress is being made.
Joel Samson Berntsen(David Bowie- Cat People(Putting Out Fire))
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
ANYWAY, recently someone asked if I wanted to play for a recreational indoor league and I said, “OH GOD YES.” It’s a ramshackle team mainly composed of band geeks. We have heart and a bit of talent, but that’s not the point. The point is that after only two minutes of our first game, I was wheezing to death. I consider myself active, maybe even in shape. But there I was, on a turf field, taking breathes so deep I thought I was going to throw up the majority of my intestines.
So, I’m starting one of my new year’s resolutions a month early. Over the next 25 days, everyday, I will participate in some form of physical activity in hopes of combating this awful wheeze and getting in better shape.
Today I: did pull ups; lifted some weights; more pull ups; crunches; some more pull ups; held some weights in the air; pull ups; bicycle crunches; a final batch of pull ups.
I also went on an intense late night run guided by the Christmas lights that suburbia has so proudly displayed. It was very, very awesome. Tegan and Sara’s Sainthood played through my earbuds. I felt enlightened. This can only be a good sign. Also, I now feel fantastic, in the physically sense. Yay!
Joel Samson Berntsen (Tegan and Sara- The Ocean)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A keg party composed of 4/5 teachers (Carla is a teacher) and 1/5 sarcastic, middle-aged men who are occasional prone to working at a comic store. The evening, while relatively uneventful, taught me quite a number of facts.
Fact one: Teachers like to drink. I mean, sure, almost everyone likes to drink, but for some reason I never really pictured my teachers getting smashed on the weekends (except for those occasional teachers that come in hung over on Mondays).
Fact two: Some ladies are pretentious ass-holes. My boss was showing the sarcastic middle-aged men some original art-work in a room upstairs (I’m lumped into this group because while I may not be middle-aged, I am sarcastic and do work at a comic store). It was awesome, but then two ladies searching for a bathroom stumbled in and said, “What is this, a nerd convention?” They snickered and walked away. Luckily, the wittiest of our bunch called out, “Screw you…Bitch.” He dragged out the pronunciation of bitch. Unfortunately, she didn’t hear it. We still snickered.
Fact three: My boss is kind of awesome. He had bandit statue on a piano (the dog from Johnny Quest) and a set of every single ‘monster’ from Where the Wild Things Are. There are other factors that contribute to his awesomeness, like the fact that he was in David Bowie cover band, but I’ll save those for some other time…
Fact four: Don’t ever talk to the vegan guy that brings a cooler of bud select to a party where bud select is on tap.
Fact five: When you’re the only the only minor at a keg party, everyone suspects that you are constantly trying to steal alcohol. Seriously, I went to the porch to get a coke and the ten people immediately stopped talking and stared at me like I had committed a murder.
And I’ll leave it at that.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Nick Lowe-The Club)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
In June, on my way to Washington State, they played Confessions of a Shopaholic starring Isla Fisher. Isla Fisher reminds me of Amy Adams though, so much so that I thought Isla was Amy. So, I decided to watch the movie, but instead of plugging my headphones into the headphone jack in the armrest, I chose to plug them into my Ipod.
Unfortunately, the movie was uncomprehendible without audio. One scene made perfect sense though, Isla Fisher started to fight a woman over a pair of boots. And as I was sitting there, I realized I really, really want to see a movie where Amy Adams fights someone. Now, I realize it was Fisher fighting, but I want to see Amy fight someone. And not like the tug-of-war battle in Confessions, but a full-on fist fight. I started picturing Adams getting her hair cut short, dyeing it black, and putting on a leather jacket. She would then walk into a random, dark bar looking for someone -oh, let's just say Ali Larter- tap Ali in the shoulder, and then strait sucker-punch her in the face. Brawling would ensue.
Yeah, that'd be pretty sweet. So, uh, get started on it Adams and crew.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Aspidistra-The Scotland Yard Gospel Choir)
Monday, August 24, 2009
I am a vicious person. If I don't like you, I really don't like you. I will make this as clear as possible. My tongue is sharp and I will cut you. The majority of the time, I will feel no remorse whatsoever. I've always prided myself of this, which I realize is not only a problem but completely immoral.
I do; however, feel extremely ashamed when someone I care about chastises an off-hand comment or remark that was, in all probability, completely unnecessary because it makes me appear as a cold-hearted bastard. I don't want to be bastard. I want to be personable, charming, and cunning. But there’s a fine line one walks in attempts to be cunning. It can come off as intelligent and insightful. Beware though; if that line is crossed, you’ll retain the prior words, but the characteristics of cold and cruel will start to characterize you.
This scares me. One; because I firmly believe it’s exceedingly grows harder to change who one is as they grow older and I’m almost eighteen. Two; If I think I’m cold, others must think I’m appalling.
Thinking about this has led me to one conclusion: I need to dial down my hate. I’ll almost certainly remain who I am, but I need to at least attempt to put myself in check.
Joel Samson Berntsen (With A Little Help from My Friends- The Beatles)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Rachel Getting Married: More of an experience than a film
Robyn (The Swedish pop star): Thorough Enjoyment (She sorta seems like a female Bowie)
Past Month: Pure delight mixed with discharges of exhaustion
My mother: Concerned about what people post on my facebook wall (What the hell?)
Joel Samson Berntsen (Cobrastyle-Robyn)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
First, I hear, "I have work in the morning. I can't. I can't believe you're asking me this."
The man mumbles in a form of jaded english, I can't really understand him. She tells him, she wants to see him again and repeats she has work in the morning. He seems unable to understand this concept. I'm only hearing their voices. She tells him to order her another shot. There's an eerie silence. He returns and the converstation quickly goes back down hill.
"How dare you! Why are you making me feel little? You're making me feel two years old."
She's getting pretty pissed off. She demands he call her a cab. There's more mumbling. I can hear the man say something about the cab. They both get up. As soon as they walk past me, shoot a glance in their direction. I only see they're backs. The lady was short and had long, blond hair. The man was about her size and Asian.
I can only imagine what this lady is going to say tomorrow when her co-worker Jane asks how her date went, "Oh, let me tell you, I think he was the biggest douchebag I've ever met in my life." They'll go on to make racist jokes.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Listening to some club mix with heavy bass)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
- My ears are combed about fifty times
- I stare and read the labels of the five hair products on the counter ninety-eight times
- I tip(even though most of the barbers I encounter are dull-witted nincompoops who have just the a tiny morsel of skill)
- I distress over my hair
- I resist the urge to buy a hat that will cover both my wretched hair cut and my ridiculously large ears
- I finally decide that it doesn't look that bad
- I get sorta happy
Friday, July 10, 2009
“When a mystery needs to be solved and it’s not a whodunit but a maze involving emotions, it requires the expertise of intellectual- and perhaps slightly kooky- detectives Vivian (Lily Tomlin) and Bernard (Dustin Hoffman). The husband and wife existential team helps untangle questions of purpose. Their client? Albert Markovski (Jason Schwartzman), an (environmentalist) who’s plagued by twists of fate. Co-stars Jude Law and Naomi Watts.” – Synopsis from Netflix
The characters are so appealing, engaging, and human that when they interact it forces the viewer to pay attention. A connection is almost immediately established with every single character. There’s a sense that you’ve encountered or met every single one of them. They’re all flawed characters but that’s the primary reason why they’re compelling; it forces the viewer to laugh and sympathize with every mistake and callow action.
Damn near every one gives a flawless performance, but a couple of actors should be pointed out. Mark Wahlberg presentation as a fire-fighter who has extreme difficulty accepting petroleum’s place in our corporate based society delivers one of the most touching, loyal characters in last ten years. Who knew that Mark Wahlberg could actually act? Jason Schwartzman and Jude law deliver with an uncanny perfection as warring enemies.
The final reason why I heart I ♥ Huckabees is how every running reference, character action, and the arguments of existentialism comes full circle in a very funny, very series manner that leaves the viewer with a lasting sense of satisfaction.
Joel Samson Berntsen (House Clouds-Liars)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I will be a regular contributor. It should be noted that my only two posts have been buried, so if you’re looking for some of my writing you’re gonna have to scroll. It should also be noted that I’m not actually gay. It’s just a hilarious title.
Joel Samson Berntsen (I’m currently hosting a double ear infection, so the music has been put on hold)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The first time being fairly early in the morning and on the day after my family arrived. I was completely jet-lagged. And by that I mean that my body was acting totally weird. I awoke at 7:30 AM completely awake (that’s 5:30 Saint Louis time). This after going to bed at one clock in the morning the previous night.
I figured I could make a dent in my recently purchased book, When You Are Engulfed In Flames by David Sedaris. This did not happen though, instead, I was enlisted into Operation Tare Down. My grandfather, in order to appease the neighbors, decided it was time to remove the dead leaves and ivy from a tree located down the street. The tree was on our premises though. So away we went: he, with a large number of axes, and me, stuck with an aluminum ladder.
After spending about two minutes pulling off dead branches and watching passing neighbors stare at my pajamas, my grandfather (whom I will refer to as Dave for the remainder of this passage) asked, “Do you think that tree is dead?” I observed the tree. “Yeah,” I said, “I’m pretty sure it’s dead.”
We then concluded that it would be best to pull the tree completely down and out with the aid of the trusty Highlander SUV. When I returned with his keys, Dave had a chainsaw in his hands. “In case, it doesn’t come down,” he assured me.
After attaching rope around the neck of the tree, I stepped away as Dave climbed into the vehicle and started slowly inching forward. It was around this time that my Father stepped outside to visit us. Once the tree smashed into the ground, he beckoned me inside telling me I had to get ready.
The other time I might write about later but I’ll get have to get back to you…
Joel Samson Berntsen (I’ve pretty much been listening to The Black Parade over and over again)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The first day was absolute chaos. Kids were everywhere with their confused guardians wondering the halls of a foreign elementary school. After waiting in the office for about an hour, they gathered all the A+ tutors in the computer lab. The vice principal basically called a class or grade and asked for volunteers. It was getting to slim pickings when I was assigned third graders. I was guided to the classroom of Mrs.Donze, the third-grade summer-school teacher. I expected that I would either have a serious problem with this teacher, or we’d get along smashingly. Neither really happened.
After the first couple of days I came to the conclusion that elementary summer school is kind of a joke. Of course, there were one or two kids who actually needed help, but other than that, none of the kids needed to be here. This was very pleasing to me in that I actually didn’t have to work too hard. Its summer and I’m a bum.
By the end of the week, I pretty much knew all the kids names and had a sense of how everything works. We stuck to a certain schedule in class and everything went by rather quickly. I had an idea to which students were my favorites and the ending of the week came hastily and left the crowded parking lot as fast as I could.
Joel Samson Berntsen (The Sharpest Lives-My Chemical Romance)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Game of Life needs an update. The game’s initial appeal of experiencing the perfect life has worn off. It’s not only boring, but offers no diversified options or endings. As the game progresses very little changes; pay day, pay off the mechanic, have twins, pay day, pay a superstar, etc. This is droll and in the end people have the most fun watching what happens to their pawn. Problem is, hardly anything happens to the pawn. They chose a career, get married, have kids, make money, lose money: The core events in ‘life’. However, so much more happens in today’s everyday ‘life’.
Take, for instance, the divorce rate. About fifty percent of marriages end in failure nowadays. Why not have that in the wondrous game of Life? Oh, I’m sorry Jennifer, your husband of ten years just left you for a prostitute named Virginia: Lose one turn. If that happened, not only I, but everyone I know would be on the floor laughing at poor, old Jennifer.
After introducing divorce, the game could then rob the players of their children. Sorry Christina, Ray got the kids in the divorce settlement. Disease would then be introduced. George has been diagnosed with a brain cancer: three turns left. This would make it the game infinitely more enjoyable. No longer would the game of life focus on who has amassed the most money, but who’s survived the over-whelming obstacle known as life.
Joel Samson Berntsen (I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Actually, that last line was a lie. Due to the fact that it doesn't feel like Summer. When school got out, I didn't feel Joy or Sublime Happiness. I experienced a passing feeling of relief, but that quickly faded. My first afternoon of summer was spent mowing the Christopher's lawns, who were in Costa Rica (I know!). It's now my belief that their lawn is possessed by some strange demon that turns hard work into useless hours of toil. Needless to say, I spent over six hours on that lawn it still wasn't perfect. On the plus side, I did get to spend a large amount of time at a pool with a number of my beautiful lady friends.
But now the Christopher’s have returned and that responsibility has passed to heir Matthew Christopher (God rest his soul). I’ve started to A+ tutor at Blades Elementary. For those of you who don’t know, the A+ program is where you volunteer to tutor for fifty hours and in turn you’ll receive your first two years of comminute college for no charge. Pretty good deal if you ask me. More details to come on that.
Joel Samson Berntsen(Scary Kids Scaring Kids-Snake Devil)
Monday, May 25, 2009
“(It) makes me sound very smart and know what I’m doing.”- On why we should all call and ask for our AP score the day they’re available
“Elbow. Elbow. Elbow”
“You know how little kids want to be stuff when they’re older… like a garbage man.” She said this unironically
“It has something to do with something but I don’t know what…” On Smoke Signals
“Yes, I really am the bomb.”- Justifying why we should really thank her for giving us a worksheet on Smoke Signals
“I snarl like a kid?!”
“Finally… It’s no longer a trick.”- Referring to the fact that the projector screen actually had something projected onto it.
“So, Tony… when you were twelve years old did you go to the mall dressed up as a girl?”
Later that day: “You can be a social butterfly when you put on the dress…”
“It’s been Pattye’s observation and, hm, it seems true.” On why she’s right
“He reads a hair ball or something he coughed up.” I think she was talking about Jim…
“I’m not really up on my dead body info” She was talking about Huck Finn. Also, this was written on my study guide. When she graded it, she saw the quote and said “EXUSE ME!?” I don’t think she realized I was quoting her.
“You may NOT use this one!” - She caught on later in the packet about me using the guide as a place to temporarily store her quotes. She scratched it out. This is endlessly amusing.
"Since I’m into name calling today, I might as well go into abuse…”- After joking Kody and yelling at some people
“You are the most pathetic laughers I’ve ever heard.”- Her review of our laughing skill while performing Death of a Salesman.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Campus-Vampire Weekend)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Now, it should be noted that these conversations were not particularly interesting or stimulating. I was mostly surrounded by young adolescent teenagers. Still, I felt the urge to interact with my classmates somewhere else besides the school. Unfortunately, I was bored out of my mind and eventually settled on becoming a recluse for the better part of my freshman year.
The root of the social drinker had been rooted in me though. And while the consumption went down during the recluse stage of my life, I still nursed the habit, whether it was at a holiday party or some family gathering.
I also believe that this habit was heavily influenced by my parents. Up to this day, they severely monitor the various liquids I consume, constantly rationing. So, naturally, if they weren’t with me, I was entitled to as many drinks the host would give me. This might seem a bit disrespectful or even distasteful. I completely agree, but it’s just what has become of my parents considerations.
Much to my own relief, I finally blossomed in the social aspect of my life. I actually started going out on Friday nights and, much to my astonishment, fulfilling conversations were had. People really liked me. Interesting and remarkable friends were gained. I had epiphanies of all sorts. But the cup stayed in my hand and it’s staying there until I die.
The main concern I have is what will happen I turn twenty-one. I’ll be free to have whatever beverage I like at whatever time I like. But, I’ll burn that bridge when it gets here.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Steve Earle-Billy and Bonnie)
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I’ve also grown weary of living at home. Even though I should count this as a blessing, I can barely stand being in my home. It’s not that it’s an intolerable hellhole. It’s just don’t want to go home after spending eight hours in school, followed by chasing after a small, green ball for several hours, then proceeding to go to work. Well, I do. But I don’t want to go “home” to a place where as soon as the side door is opened, I have to deal with twenty questions from each individual(four) before I can even put my book back down. I want to arrive to a place of silence or place where my friends are. Not people I’ve lived with my whole life. This may sound cruel and it probably is. I’m also probably just being bitter and selfish. However, it’s gotten to the point where I don’t really care. I can’t wait till college.
Joel Samson Berntsen (The White Stripes-Ball and Biscuit)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Here’s why: First off, I’m going to arrange for my body to be smothered with preservatives. I will then be shipped to Norway. Once there, I will be driven to the coast of the Norwegian Sea. My decaying corpse will be placed in a wooden canoe where I’ll have my friends and family pour hard liquor over my body before pushing me out to sea. I’ll then have my Father (or son) shoot a flare gun at my rotted remains. I will catch flame. My Body is a Cage by Arcade Fire will be playing. It will be beautiful and poetic.
Joel Samson Berntsen(Louis XIV-Paper Doll)
Friday, April 17, 2009
Joel Samson Berntsen (A wave of silence passes over my bloodied eyes.)
Monday, April 6, 2009
Set during the summer of 1987, Adventureland features James Brennan (Eisenberg) a college graduate who’s planning on going to NYU for grad school. However, as his father is demoted, Brennan is forced to get a job to pay for rent; unfortunately Brennan has never had a job resulting in Brennan getting stuck at the only place that will hire him: Adventureland
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Yesterday, I gave a book talk to my AP English III class about the book Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. Hoping for a reaction from Weiblen, who is a Baptist (something she states often), I went up with no note cards or paper, just the thoughts in my abnormal head and a brief passage on fake love. It went rather well. Kody Kolb said it was the only book he was genuinely interested in actually reading out of the other twenty four books presented. I was happy. I will most definitely be writing a review for the book. It is quite amazing.
While on the subject of English class, I received a 291/300 on my post modern poet research paper. Mrs. Weiblen simply wrote, “You write well,” on the grading sheet. I might frame it.
I’ve had a sudden realization that Paramore is also the feminine equivalent to Panic! At the Disco.
Closing the shop, my boss stopped by to watch some March Madness. We somehow got onto the topic of Alan Moore. We talked about his genius for about twenty five minutes. If you’ve read Watchmen, look at the fearful symmetry chapter. From the splash page in the middle, every single panel is symmetric and all the panels have to do with the same characters. This is just one small, obscure example of his intellect and brilliance.
Gran Torino a remarkable film. I’m going to write a critical analysis essay on it after I see it for a second time.
Next post will either be about the River Front Times or Pixar,
Joel Samson Berntsen (19-2000-Gorrilaz)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
“Do you still call them slacks” In reference to the varying names of pants.
“I can’t imagine drinking one beer, much less 30. I can’t even drink 30 diet cokes!” – I’m pretty sure she was talking about Fitzgerald or Hemmingway.
“I’ll stand here like a queen and you can lay down your essays at my feet as an offering.”
“Get on YouTube and feed in the unknown citizen... I mean search for.”
Friday, March 20, 2009
Once again we’ll see how this pans out,
Joel Samson Berntsen (Unbroken-Stranglers)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Check it out: http://www.hulu.com/watch/57668/30-rock-st-valentines-day
Joel Samson Berntsen (Surprisingly listening to the radio. It's not even NPR.)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Fortunately, there are people that are trying to help that our trying to help others like myself understand what exactly lead to our country’s economy turning into this particular nightmare. Alex Blumberg and Adam Davidson have been recently been added to my personal collection of heroes. They’ve been featured on This American Life and the Planet Money podcasts explaining the multiple problems of our current economy. They recently tackled the current problems most of today’s banks are facing. If you have the time, I highly recommend you check out the podcasts. The following is just an echoing of what they’ve been saying about banking, just in my own words.
The basic rule of every bank is you need two kinds of customers: Someone to invest in your bank and someone to borrow from your bank. For example, the bank will charge the borrower a 6% yearly interest on their loan and give the investor 3% yearly interest for investing in their bank. Banks make their money, or capital, from the 3% difference between the investors and the borrowers and, in theory; everything balances out on the grand balance sheet.
The bank’s got greedy though and started giving loans to whacked out individuals that didn’t or couldn’t pay their mortgages. The balance sheet still has to be even, resulting in evictions of homes and reposing of property and with the recent housing slump the banks are stuck with a house that is of less value than before the transaction. This is called a toxic asset because there was a loss of money on the borrower’s side. The banks have developed a twisted ideology through believing that if they keep the toxic assets until the ailing market recover, they can then turn around and sell it, resulting in a profit and capital.
The wrinkle in this idea is that the two biggest banks in America, Bank of America and Citi, are insolvent meaning that they owe more money than they have. The problem is if they declare bankruptcy it would almost certainly lead to the complete and utter destruction of our economy, which is where the government steps in.
The government is siding with the banks. Mainly due to the fact that if the two biggest banks collapse, so will the economies of the world. Which is why our government buys these toxic assets from banks like Citi, they hope that as the market recovers they’ll be able to.
Too be continued… hopefully
Joel Samson Berntsen (This American Life-Bad Bank)
5 degrees of Kevin Bacon and Ellie Wiesel was hilarious.
Cramer: Seemed very pathetic at first. How did he even become famous? Shrunk into a little boy and started to do anything to appease Stewart. He screwed over the public people and his constant stream of apologies and regrets appear some-what insincere.
“We’re not in bed with them.” - The quote has me very concerned.
Best/Worst Quote: “No! Not 2-12!” (Look of panic on face)
Stewart: He was very smart, backed his points, and did his best to expose short selling. Stewart’s on a mission to expose the bullshit of CNBC and cable news. Clips actually showed the true person Cramer is.
“This song ain’t about you.”
“It’s not a fucking game.” – Queue cheering and applause.
Bottom Line: You can’t trust a man who trusts corporations.
Joel Samson Berntsen (Elvis on Velvet-Stray Cats)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Public speaking is the number one fear in America. I’d like to ask; why? What is it about talking in front of a group of people that makes it different from talking with your friends or family?
An experience like that combined with doing a load of research on speech and debate for a news article, I’ve come to the conclusion that speech and debate needs to become a required credit to graduate. Speech and debate not only helps people become familiar with talking in public, but also helps you become more aquatinted with yourself as a speaker.
Thanks for reading,
Joel Samson Berntsen (Kings of Leon-Revelry)
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
This is a tad weird, I know. Nevertheless, I felt a strange sense of relief when I bought myself a container of Garnier Fructis. It seems to have done the trick, but how long will I have before I become tired of Fructis?
Stay tuned folks...
Joel Samson Berntsen (Against Me! - Ocean)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Always a pleasure,
Joel Samson Berntsen, listening to Twist and Shout-The Beatles.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I came to the decision that drugs weren’t for me, at least for now, because I already have trouble stopping far simpler things. I take very long showers. I have trouble getting up in morning; I often hit the sleep button three times before successfully dragging myself out of bed.
So if I have trouble with such tasks as easy as sleeping and showers, I can confidently say that I would become a drug fiend if I ever did a hit, line, or whatever they’re calling it nowadays. It would most likely over-take my life and in doing so ruin any chance I’d have to become a successful writer. And I do NOT want that.
Thanks for Reading,
Joel Samson Berntsen (listening to Super Bad-James Brown)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Also check out Jeff Green's blog response to this, it's the most honest response i've read so far...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Yes Man was actually decent. It’s just a fun film to see. Jim Carrey is hilarious as a drunken crazy man. I give it a B-.
Rocket Science is a charming Indie film directed by Jeffery Blitz of Spellbound fame. If you are in speech and debate; SEE THIS MOVIE. If not you’ll still like the movie but it seems that it was made solely for the sake of having a film about speech and debate. The film also introduced me to Nicholas D'Agosto, who I want to star in every film I ever write or make. Rocket Science gets a B.
High Fidelity: a classic John Cusack movie. I highly recommend this movie. It’s not the greatest or most original movie out there but it keeps you invested in the plot and gives you a some-what new perspective. If you’re really into music and are over the age of twenty you will love this movie. I felt like most of the humor was lost on me because I didn’t get the references. In the end, it gets a very high B+.
Righteous Kill, featuring Robert Dinero and Al Pacino, was a horrible movie. The script seemed some-what manageable but the acting, directing, and cinematography was hideous. If you have decent taste in anything dealing with film avoid this film.
And I’m currently listening to Golden Age by TV on the Radio,
Joel Samson Berntsen