Fake Freaks

I watched the ending to Freaks last night after finishing some hardcore homework, it wasn't the first time I have seen it, but it was the first time that it hit me how scary a man without any limps crawling toward you with a switchblade in his mouth can really be. This movie was frightening because it didn't have the filler, it was a legitimetly creepy subject with legit creeps.

I think as the years go by, we lose that sense of actual fear. We flutter our movies with musical scores that are giving us that artificial spook, the pop of a masked killer, or the whiplash of a twist. These situations fray from the topics that actually will give you the willies. The Omen is another example of a legit scary movie. I am my father's son.

Why does a book smell?

Sooo, instead of listening to our tremendous marching band, I instead chose to sit on Kelly's computer (don't worry, I only weigh 160), and write every little thought that I have. At this moment I am feeling that the new year books literally smell, people are getting shorter as the generations go by (Damn Darwin and their relative cuteness), I am freaking out because I have no clue what I want to write about on this blog suggestions?

Woo, kinda.

I was suprised as shnitzle to find out that blogger.com was not blocked that I had to take advantage and post something about it. I never really understood what makes something innappropriate for schools. Music, (most) blogs, and anything that has the word weed in it is considered too heinous and destructive for our frail little minds. I can understand the latter, for the most part, but the two before always baffled me.

I can't even rock out to my main man Beethoven without a cliche "get the hell outta here" page popping up. Sports are golden and even Sparknotes is as free as a bird. But yet Skynrd is still caged? Why should music and people's thoughts be confined to your Mac at home?

Where?

Where is it that anyone can be a photographer?
Where a work of art is an extremely skinny dude in Superman undies

Where a cute puppy can be given to over 50,000 people in the matter of a day

Where stalking is the equivalent of saying "I love you"

Where in one second you can see a kitty playing with a ball of string and the next a different kind of kitty playing with.. something else

Where Disney characters still breath as well as the people who share them

Where everyone is a pothead

Where anyone is everyone

Beautiful wierdos, I present you to Tumblr.

Screw you Jerry!

I have always been puzzled by sitcoms and their overall perfectness. What gives these people the right to set the standards for basic life. They can whip out one liners like they're Clint Eastwood and keep a straight face like a mime. We all know this is bogus, if someone has a quick retaliation, they usually ruin it with a tone malfunction or a smile for they know they're so damn witty. Now this is not to say that no one can be as charismatic as Mr. Seinfeld, but if you dig into his eponymous thirty minute block, you would see that no matter whom it is, they could give Winston Churchill a run for his money. This type of back and forth is normally completely impossible. Sure, we can score a quip here or there, but not like these guys. In means of sarcasm and intelligence, Jerry vs. George is the proportion of God vs. Lucifer. Battle on Constanza.

And with the added effect of perfect timing or anti-perfection, these people even set a higher line of non-existence. There is never a down period, never a moment of boredom, unless it is the type of boredom in which it's a magnitude of boredom that some might get a kick out of it. I know it's all editing as well, but these things bug me. Who has this life? Who's possible existence is this interesting? These people make a Cage the Elephant concert seem like church. They set up what all can not obtain, and I find this simply rude. By the way, I completely love Seinfeld.

I'm fairly biased because the name is also occupied by the man whom I was first shot into my mommy from, but, now I'm going out on a limb here, but

Joel trumps Mike

Lets Start Off Fresh...

The name my father/mother gave me at the day of my birth is Tyler King. The name i have given myself to spice it up is Tyler Prom-King. I'll start off by simply telling you, faithful reader, a small taste of the world that is myself.



I have many opinions on many things, if you do the math then i have many many opinions on things. I always feel bad when i don't voice them because i'm either (A) alone (B) With friends who probably couldn't give a damn or (C) with friends but alone on the inside (i:e) with my cat. Myspace worked for awhile but after awhile it started becoming a wasteland left for bands and pre-teen galls. I certainly could not stand for this, my voice needs to be heard.. er.. read! After seeing a friend's blogger (Clay). I fell in love with the ability to have a whole site based on reviews, blogs, rants, etc. So if you piece it all together, this is the outcome, Albino Black Bear.




I'm usually pretty biased against certain things but i will listen to other opinions so if you wish to post your thoughts i will certainly read them, partly because there will be probably one or two people who will actually voice their opinions on this site, and partly because i'm madly in love with you.



I'm a hippie, i'm usually a prick and i'm completely single (wink). I listen to all kinds of music excluding country and rap, course that's not really music (bring it on fifty, i've played your game, come get yours). I'm a vegetarian, i love the winter, i love texting, my movie tastes are as wide as a 2 dollar whore. My favorites are from the dynamite combo of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp but i will watch almost everything. I read comics, play video games and bullshit with friends.





My hopes is that i will at least gain a small crowd of faithful, eager readers. If this is at all possible than the hours spent on this site and the pain and humiliation of carpal tunnel syndrome would not be in vain.