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Do you remember those posters? You know. The one’s that have types of poopies on them. There’s the Ghost Poopie, The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there’s no poopie in the toilet… The Lincoln Log poopie, where the poopie is so huge, you’re afraid to flush without breaking it up into little pieces with the toilet brush. Then there’s the richard simmons poopie, where you poopie so much you lose 30 lbs. (One of my favorites).

There’s a new type of poopie. I learned of it today. While sitting on my couch, calling some people to go to the ren-faire tomorrow, Haze, my brother’s dog, came running through the house with something hanging from his ass. After hanging up on my friend’s grandmother, I rushed Haze outsode and scrambled for a bag to protect my hands as I pulled the dangly from the dog’s asshole. It was a stocking. Quite nasty. I encourage all the dogs in the world, based on Haze’s behavior, do not eat anything that can’t come out your ass on it’s own!

This morning I was working for the Radio Station at the Old Bethpage Village restoration… We were cellebrating the beginning of Labor Day weekend at the Harvest Festival. We’ve got a partnership with Bethpage Federal Credit Union (Great bunch of people, great credit uniion!) and work with them on and off….

This morning, I was to meet a new Station crew member in front of the station and I THOUGHT I was meeting the people from BFCU at the Village Restoration. I pulled up at the station and greeted my partner for the day. Wearing the joint KJOY and BFCU T-Shirt, I recognized him, but didn’t remember who he was. I figured, okay, this is my guy. So we paked the van (The wrong van too!) and headed to the restoration.

Of course once I get there, I realize that he was the BFCU guy and THAT was where I recognized him from. So now, I called my boss. My partner was aparently still at the radio station waiting for me 🙂 …. Thank got the station is only 5 minutes from the Village Restoration.

Everything went well. We were set up just a bit late, and the guy in charge of the event even told us that they don’t really get started until later and we could come even later than we did the next time.

Only me…. Only me!

As a firend of mine gave me a gmail account from my posting on this journal, I will do the same in return. If anybody wants a gmail account, respond to this post. I will give first dibbs to people I know in person, then someone I know online and if none of you want it, I’ll give it to anybody who responds, so give it a shot and respond….. I will choose who to send the invite to sometime tomorrow

(Remember, Compliments and bribes will get you everything. rofl..j/k!)

Despite the title of this post, I mean no ill towards PM Dawn. of returning from the Movies, I felt it necessary to give my take on Chris Kentis’s “Open Water”. I would like to reference a quote by Roger Ebert.

Rarely but sometimes, a movie can have an actual physical effect on you. It gets under your defenses and sidesteps the “It’s only a movie” reflex and creates a visceral feeling that might as well be real.

If visceral is synonymous with nauseating, then I agree 100%. Now, this film can’t be summed up with one statement. It needs to be carefully analyzed and broken down to it’s many components.

If we look at some of the cinematography we will learn how anybody can be a film maker. The camera work alone gave a true sensation of floating out in the water. Especially on the solid, land scenes. All camera work was done by hand, most likely by a toddler learning to walk during an earthquake. The technical team might have found a benefit in investing in steady cams or tripods.

Artistically, I don’t know what Kentis was thinking when he borrowed his parents old 16mm video camera to film this movie. The scenes were grainy and unclear and with the south African aborigines humming the soundtrack, I felt like I was watching grandpa’s home movies again.

The acting was mediocre at best. While they managed to get a few attractive people to play the parts, the only redeeming role was a nude scene of Susan (played by Blanchard Ryan) which, while the only appealing scene in the movie, was extremely unnecessary and didn’t do anything for the plot. They could have cut 5 seconds of film and made this movie a PG-13, or even a PG movie.

I shouldn’t be so cruel. The ending has it’s merits as we get to see an outcome of which your begging for throughout the movie!

Contrary to Ebert’s quote, This movie emphasizes the “rarely”.

On a scale of 1 to 10, I give this movie a -4,325,292