Saturday, February 08, 2003
I just watched Ferris Bueller. It's still funny. It's still brilliant. It's been 16 years since that movie was released. 16 years. I think that's how old I was when I saw it. Do teens today have movies like that to look back upon? Whatever happened to John Hughes? John Hughes was like everyone's yearbook editor. He recorded our decade. He recorded our youth. Only with cooler cars. And way snappier dialogue.
Jim Parisi
Friday, February 07, 2003
I recently had to make a purchase that required a fairly significant cash transaction. For a day I was walking around LA with a wad of 100's reminiscent of rap stars and waste management execs. It was the most cash I had ever had in hand. Lemme tell you, that much cash smells really good. And it feels really good. It's a naughty little feeling too. I suddenly wanted a silk suit, a Lincoln Continental and a big bodyguard with the middle name of "the". Like Billy the Club or Joey the Fist or Jackie the Squid.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Sorry for the work around here. Getting ready for a bit of a relaunch soon. More to follow.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
I have been getting asked about a recent comment I made on Sarah B's site claiming some family members of mine were on Jerry Springer. Ok. I'll come clean. But let me preface this with the statement that the only reason I am writing about this is because my aunt has become a fan of some of my recent rants about my own family, and wants me to write HER story.
Aunt, you SOOOO don't want me to do that.
I may still write it, but for fear of the familial ramifications, I decline for the time being.
My mother may well be horrified I am going public with even this, so I'll be brief and gentle. And I will reiterate that I am not referring to my immediate family. Only my extended family.
To say the least, they have been a chaotic bunch. Sort of like the Osbournes meet the Sopranos meets the Bundys. But what's the big deal about that? Lots of people like to bitch about their extended families. Talk about their crazy cousins, about that uncle who went to jail. Chuckle. Amateurs. Cause in the game of "how screwed up is your family", I always win. Always. Don't believe me? I'll match you card for card. Drugs? Gonna have to do better than that, Spanky. Adult entertainment? Got that. Teenage pregnancies? Everyone has one of those. Jail? Too easy - he's back inside. How about deportation? Embezzlement? Abuse? Just name what kind. Gambling? Dynasty-esqe fortunes made and lost overnight? Done all of that too. Come on, still think you can top me? Wrong. Cause no matter how crazy your family has been, I just pull out the trump card.
Jerry Fucking Springer.
Bang!
So it's true. They were on Springer. For the record, I have not seen the episode. It came on quite a few years ago, and as I did not have a working VCR, I had no way to record it. But rest assured, my cousins were on Springer. I'm told the episode was titled something like "Lesbian Love Triangle", but I have never discussed it with them and subsequently can't be too sure. I'm just surprised Jerry let them leave after one episode. He had a whole week's worth of material there and didn't know it.
Oh, and no, nobody got hit with a chair - at least not during the taping. Thought I'm worried I might get hit with a chair if anyone finds out I have written about this.
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Wow. As of today, Digitalcatharsis has received more than 10,000 unique hits. And only about half of those are the result of searches for "nude flight attendants". I guess a personal website for shameless self promotion works afterall.
Jim Parisi
My recent post got me thinking about the books I used to read as a kid. I really did love "Superfudge". Must have read it ten times. I also liked all the Roald Dahl books, but "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator" was my favorite. Vermicious Knids rock. But my favorite books were the two Wilson Rawls books, "Where the Red Fern Grows" and "Summer of the Monkeys". I swear I must have read them a hundred times between 4th and 7th grade. As a ten year old I desperately wanted to move to the Ozarks, stop wearing shoes, and start hunting raccoons. The amazing part of those books, looking back on them now, is that Wilson managed to make a dirt poor hillbilly life look like paradise.
While I'm at it, let me just say that despite my love of those books, I do think that Harry Potter is far and away the best children's book series I have ever read. I don't think anyone since Roald Dahl has been able to dig so deeply into the imagination.
Jim Parisi
Monday, February 03, 2003
Another random thought from a mind hopped up on cold medicine. It's been ten years since I graduated from college. I swear I would crawl into bed if I wasn't already there.
Jim Parisi
More random thoughts from a mind hopped up on cold medicine. Do kids still read "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and "Superfudge" or are they just too jaded in the land of wizards and Playstations and the internet? Cause I used to love those books when I was 9. I need to go back to bed.
Jim Parisi
I miss her. I would like to see her next week for Valentine's Day, but I can't seem to find any cheap flights to get her to California. This last summer I was able to chase up lots of flights in the $300 range. A quick search on Expedia and Travelocity and Alaska and America West turned up nothing under $450. I have a few free American Air tickets left but they may not be available on such short notice. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise as I have not been able to leave the bed today. I'm sweaty and feverish and stuffy and coughing and gross. And there is no guarantee I'm gonna shake this thing by this weekend. Still, I would really like to see her. If you know where I can find some cheap tix between Vancouver and California, let me know.
Jim Parisi
These made me cry.
Jim Parisi
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Someone has crept into my head and used spackle on my nasal cavities. I'm curious how I can generate twice my body weight in mucus in the course of a day.
For the record, I feel miserable.
Jim Parisi
