propaganda(one, two, three)

 

the stuff in red was written in january of 2002.

it has recently come to my attention that i turn twenty five next month. as a result of this fabulous rite of passage i have decided to put my bid in and run for the house of representatives of the united states of america. i'll be running in the utah third district this coming election. i plan on obtaining representative chris cannon's seat. in light of my decision, my associates and i have also decided to form our own political party-- the primo provoparty party. we hope to serve you. we want to put a little more democracy in our republic. please email me with platform ideas. i don't plan on dabbling much in politics, but i do plan to represent.

so anyway it turns out that it costs threehundred and fifty dollars or something to run for government office and the deadline for the money is today (eighteenth of march). forgive me, but i thought this was a free country. everyone, write to the government and tell them we now want one of our own.
***Let me start off by saying that for the past five years I've been telling people that Mike D. from the Beastie Boys and Dustin Diamond, the guy who played Screech in Saved By the Bell are brothers and that they are both SONS of Neil Diamond. I found out recently that I am in error. NONE of them are related and I apologize for any confusion I have caused.***

Furthermore, I've made no secret that my favorite movie of all time is Flash Gordon. Those who have viewed it with me consistently say something to the effect of "You know, I didn't like that movie at all, but I can see why you like it." For this reason I don't tell people they have to see it, but during this malaise time of September which consists of nothing but terrorism and school, I think I'll use my power to talk about my favorite movie.

I've mentioned in the past that I love the film because of its escapist quality, lately I've felt differently. Lately, Flash Gordon been a template for my life and I think the life of other guys around me.

Ok, a little background. The movie deals with a totally normal human being (named Flash Gordon) as Earth's unwitting only hope against a merciless intergalactic dictator. Thankfully the guy employs not one, but two love interests in his quest.

His first interest is a down to earth little lady by the name of Dale Arden. Dale is caring, practical and a decent heroine for the movie (she busts out some hidden martial arts when it really counts). She also supplies Flash with constant devotion and encouragement (at the same time). "Oh Flash, I love you, but we only have 12 hours to save the earth!" she says.

On the other hand, Flash's other love interest is far from down to earth. She's actually not even from Earth. Princess Aura has political power which Flash uses, but he's also attracted to Aura's treacherous and seductive nature. With her delightful sadism she blatantly desires Flash for her own physical pet, while engaged to be married to Timothy Dalton (that guy who played James Bond a couple of times in the late eighties). Actual feelings

are foreign to her. "Look, water is coming from her eyes!" Aura says of Dale during an emotional moment. Her persona is further explained by the words of her un-nurturing father, "It's what the humans call 'tears.' It's a sign of their weakness."

Anyway, this really honesty has a point. Flash Gordon really is like real life (except for the obvious fact that real life doesn't take place in outer space). I've discovered that the girls in my life usually fall under the category of Dale or Aura. I am terribly attracted to all that is good in the Dale-types and hopelessly attracted to all that is exciting in all the Aura-types. I've found that I often get over Dale by going over to the Aura side and vice-versa.

Dale Arden
 Princess Aura

Unfortunately, this is where the escapism of movie fantasy ends. I've found that in the real world, the normal guys like Flash Gordon don't stand a chance in the extremes. I'm not good enough for any of the Dales and not exciting enough for any of the Auras. And my life has gotten backed up with all sorts of yo-yo-ing moments between the two. I'm guessing your life has too. Lemme know.

Anyway, watch Flash Gordon. It's my favorite movie ever. And in the meantime, maybe I'll try my hand at blondes. At least blondes sometimes love you back.

 
We recently came upon an interesting revelation: Cumom, Graffix and I (Rexbasior) are all employed by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I don't know if that proves the church true or false.

I recently started playing a favorite old video game: Ultima IV. It's one of those sword and sorcery role-playing games where you embiggen yourself by gaining experience by solving quests and killing monsters. If anyone else playing is having a hard time getting through the dungeon Hythloth, some nerd mapped it out and put it on the Internet. I downloaded it so we can all have access to it.

First of all let us say thank you for all devotees who helped us get our counter over 1000! Honestly, we don't know how we reached it. As a reward for all your hard work in looking at our semi-uneventful site we are treating all our provoparty friends to a party at our place.

Which actually leads to the next bit of news: we don't have a place anymore.

I (Rexbasior) have finally moved out of what I called home for over two years (more than a mission). Graffix and Cumom moved out earlier, but since I was "officially" there it gave everyone license to crash constantly. Now the place is empty and I didn't even get a chance to leave a cryptic graffito behind for the next squad of apartment 8 (I was thinking about writing on the wall something like "truth is rarely positive," or something really freaky).

Our apartment was a dynasty. It took a while, but it became established. People didn't just come into it because we lived there, people came into it because the place itself had an identity of its own.

Now I live about 150 yards from it in a pretty cool (literally) pad in itself (my new place actually has a cooler that works). Graffix lives in a different place about the same distance away. Cumom, from what we can tell, lives at his work in a bomb shelter and sometimes his car.

Although i really love my place and I think my comrades love their new places, I'm not excited at all to start a new legacy. My apartment is just my apartment where I keep my stuff; it's not gonna be something to write about.

Recently we also said goodbye to one of our other friends, young Corey, forever. She didn't die, she just went back to Georgia (from whence no traveller has returned).

This was a weird Independence Day. I'm used to being with my family, having a barbecue, being at the pool with my friends, lighting people on fire and other stuff like that. This time I was pretty alone, which isn't a sad thing.



Bloom County used AND altered without permission

Being alone isn't sad at all. The sad thing is that once upon a time we weren't alone. Places and friends come and go. The coming isn't nearly as fun as the going is miserable. So, like making attachments to apartments, I'm sick of making attachments to people. I've had a ton of friends in the world, but often they don't last forever. A lot of times they're just more people to let down in some way or another.

So here it is: effective a few months ago I will not make any more friends for the rest of my life. I'll just let those who are my friends trickle away and eventually nobody will leave me again.

 
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previous props:

one (hot girls, fifteen fabulous date ideas...)

two (preference reference, valentine's day, notes...)

three (aura and dale, apartments and friendship...)
movie reviews:

 
links regarding rexbasior outside of this site:

Rexbasior and Ender's Game the movie : A conversation with Orson Scott Card
Rexbasior and "The Milquetoast Media": Critiquing the Utah media (with really horrible identification on Swenson's part)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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