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I bring you…from the dead…a BBC documentary on Nietzsche. Haven’t seen it all the way through, but I love when Will Self describes Nietzsche as the first “punk” philosopher.

Eventually, I knew something with Albert Camus would turn up on The Youtubes, which should be renamed JesusTubes, because it is as awesome as Jesus, and maybe even more influential. I don’t think I’ve ever seen video of Albert Camus before, but here he is being interviewed at a soccer game in Algeria, the country he was born in. I hope this is dubbed because he has a funny Goddard scoundrel type voice that I don’t think fits his writing.

If you thought your hobby was weird…

The Yes Men, with some alternative energy sources…

“ahhh. you fear jazz. you fear the lack of rules, the lack of boundries…’what’s happening, all the shapes, the chaos!’” Tell him, Howard Moon.

Christ, I wish someone would hurry up and remake Logan’s Run. Damn those Wachowski brothers and their Speed Racer!

It occurred to me that Logan’s Run is perhaps little more than the dystopian imagining of the uber-welfare/warfare state gone slightly awry. After all, we may not have Sleepshop, the public sporting-extermination of those over 21, but we always seem to have a convenient war for them. Thou shalt be wary, very wary, of government intentions.

Here’s a really funny documentary short I saw last night as part of the AFF done by David Moore of Eyekiss films. Check it out, you will laugh, and if you don’t, it’s definitely your problem. Music by The Georgia Fireflies.

The Agrifolk Art Movement:

Then continue with part 2 and part 3.

Yo, check it. Atlanta Film Festival starts today.

Now I am going to pitch my new show for some Big Ass network. It’s called, “My Fucking Head is a Supernova,” and it’s about this guy (you could say it’s semi-autobiographical) that has these awesome powers, perhaps caused by some unknown event in the past, an accident in the laboratory with giant magnets, that start off kind of goofy, but then culminate with the supernova head. It works like this: every time someone pisses me off, my fucking head turns into a supernova, and absorbs that person, physically, quarks, electrons and all, into my subconscious, where they are refabricated. Once in my subconscious they have to forever live in my world, and play by my rules, deal with my crazy vampire dreams, etc. Only when they have figured out what they did wrong will they be released and re-refabricated in reality. But I’m still undecided if anyone should get out. The whole process is very much involuntary, like Bruce Banner turning into The Hulk, I don’t want to hurt these people but… I can’t help it. I’m thinking a cross between Smallville, Heroes, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, none of which I have seen except for bit’s when I’ve been too hungover to change the channel. Ok, not entirely true, I used to watch Buffy sometimes.

Then in the season finale I piss myself off and banish myself to my own subconsciousland. Oh, the horror.

If you steal my idea I’ll kill you.

It’s always with mixed emotions and skepticism that I watch Hollywood adaptations of sci-fi writer Philip K. Dick’s work come into existence. The latest, Next, based on the short story “The Golden Man,” doesn’t look too promising by the trailer. But then again, Nick Cage promises that the film delivers a PKD mind-fuck. Oh golly. I’ll reserve judgment until it’s out, but why whore-out PKD’s eccentric genius for another Lame Action Thriller? Aren’t there enough scripts going around Hollywood for just that?