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My God, why hast though forsaken me?
So for the last couple of days, my blog has been like that. Only it's you, the readers and commenters that have forsaken me. I don't mean to be dramatic, but I feel your absence just as sharply as Jesus felt all that flaying with the whips soaked in vinegar and the crown of thorns and all that other sexy S & M stuff that you religious types are into. Worm, I hope I didn't offend you the other day when I asked if you read the blog. I was joking. Can we track the shipment of the Kona Pepsi? We should live blog the drinking of the Pepsi when it comes! I noticed some of my regular commenters have dropped out lately and I don't know what to write about to bring them back. G-bomb we hardly ever hear from you anymore. What gives?
Last night I watched La Dolce Vita and it was so good! It's the Godfather of Italian movies about existential angst. I know that some of you are sitting out there smirking and thinking "duh, of course that movie's the best, I knew that like forever ago"and to you I say don't rain on my parade, jerk. Marcello Mastroianni is so handsome and such a charming cad. Instead of feeling that the movie was too long, I wish it was longer. I wish there was a movie just followed this character around for a week. Or forever. I'll just quit living my life and sit around watching his life in real time. I watched Roma last week and it was crazy good, too. The last scene where the motorcycles are noisily buzzing by all the beautiful buildings in Rome at night made me feel like I was back there drunkenly staggering around lost with Nicola and Grace (and peeing in the bushes). Trying to find this picture of Marcello led me to find out that he escaped from either a Nazi camp or prison when he was young (could he be Jewish?), and that he had a child with his mistress, Catherine Deneuve, and that both his wife and she were at his side when he died in '96. Can anyone direct me to his best movie with Sophia Loren? It's funny because you can tell that Fellini was most attracted to women that look like giant, ravenous wolves (yes I did just write that and if you have seen the whores in Roma you would know that these women looked just as likely to eat you alive as to fuck you-to clarify I mean the movie Roma, not the city, I don't think I saw any hookers there), but his wife Giulietta was the epitome of little and cute. From his autobio. you can see that it was a very difficult marriage but they loved each other so maybe it brought them some happiness. I'll try to find a picture of a lady from one of his films that illustrates what I'm talking about.