A gelatinous cube of fury

coyotegoth @ 2026-05-05T19:40:00

2026-05-05T23:41:51Z

Sal Piro died? I remember going to RHPS at the Waverly, ages ago, and Piro's having no small amount of fun with the guys from our hallway who called themselves (pre-the Mike Judge show) "The Buttheads." Rest in peace, Mr Piro.

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coyotegoth @ 2025-02-28T22:40:00

2025-03-01T03:41:14Z

Well, the comedian just threw lolzymandias out the window

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coyotegoth @ 2025-02-03T12:42:00

2025-02-03T17:45:24Z

Guys, I've figured out why The Donald is obsessed with Canada: it's because he's channeling his spiritual mentor, Benedict Arnold.

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Just being alive, it can really hurt...

2024-10-18T15:24:24Z

( Thinking of Velma, ten years gone. )

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Woody Allen

2024-10-08T01:04:44Z

( Woody Allen )

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Henry Kissinger is dead

2023-11-30T02:18:34Z

I can hardly wait for a memorial doc, presumably to be called HENRY: PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL KILLER

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coyotegoth @ 2023-04-04T01:18:00

2023-04-04T05:17:04Z

CHANI: "Tell me of your homeworld, Usul."

PAUL: "A Class E federal felony involves a prison term of more than one year but less than five years and a maximum fine of $5,000. Times 34. BAHNGGG!"

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coyotegoth @ 2023-02-01T15:15:00

2023-02-01T20:16:00Z

MEME ON TWITTER: what’s a male acting performance where he’s scooped out his own eyes and given himself over to a dimension of pure chaos?

ME: You want me to name one? challenge accepted.

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coyotegoth @ 2022-09-29T14:39:00

2022-09-29T18:38:18Z

I suddenly find myself wanting to sing "Rosh Hashanah" to the tune of "Rock the Casbah..."

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Silence of the Lambs question

2022-08-31T15:00:33Z

Still trying to figure out what led Hannibal Lecter to say "Good nutrition's given you some length of bone..." to a character played by Jodie Foster (5'3").

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coyotegoth @ 2022-07-17T19:25:00

2022-07-17T23:25:40Z

I'm going through my books in preparation for my move at the end of August; in many cases, it's the first time I've really gone through all the boxes I packed back during the rout from California. Two crucial finds, I had long since relegated myself to having lost:

1) Volumes I-V of THE COMPLETE STORIES OF THEODORE STURGEON. These are the volumes given to me by my friends Velma (now deceased) and Soren, about which I have Feelings, beyond the treasure of the stories (and Paul Williams' story notes) themselves.

2) My high school yearbooks, tucked into one of which were some writings of mine from high school, including a rather puckish sequel to THE EFFECT OF GAMMA RAYS ON MAN-IN-THE-MOON MARIGOLDS (no, the Incredible Hulk isn't involved); a touching glimpse at younger Fred.

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coyotegoth @ 2022-05-25T14:37:00

2022-05-25T18:38:09Z

Star Wars having been released on this date in 1977 and Alien likewise in '79, Happy International Grungy Starship Day!

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coyotegoth @ 2022-05-03T02:59:00

2022-05-03T06:59:37Z

In my stygian heart, I want every daughter born because abortions are overturned to be named Hillary, as a reminder to everyone who didn't turn out in '16.

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memery

2022-04-03T17:48:02Z

MEME: What are your top 5 favorite films from the 1970s?

Mine are:

1.) Close Encounters of the Third Kind (original '77 cut)
2.) King Kong '76 (it says "favorite", not "best")
3.) All That Jazz
4.) Star Wars
5.) Romero's Knightriders (see #2)

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coyotegoth @ 2022-04-02T15:42:00

2022-04-02T19:42:57Z

Happy birthday, Soren; I hope it is a happy one.

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coyotegoth @ 2022-03-11T17:29:00

2022-03-11T22:29:09Z

Happy 70th, Douglas Adams, wherever you are.

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coyotegoth @ 2021-06-18T19:10:00

2021-06-18T23:10:18Z

Someone online mentioned how she wanted to fuck Nicholas Hoult after seeing him go down on Elle Fanning in The Great; it took EVERY SINGLE MOLECULE of self control I possess not to ask her if it would make it hotter or not were he first to spray paint his face chrome and yell "WITNESS ME!"

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coyotegoth @ 2021-05-18T11:09:00

2021-05-18T15:27:50Z

Something I've realized: if I absolutely *had* to attempt suicide, have a nervous breakdown, and become homeless, all in the middle of a life-threatening global pandemic (which, of course, has affected millions of people worldwide much more than it did me- ie, fatally), then these were close to ideal circumstances for those things to happen. My sister called me at *just* the right moment on the phone, when I was heading down University to San Pablo, thence to the Albany Bulb, that I actually responded; she functioned ideally (as she has ever since) in finding a place for me to walk to, then staying on the phone with me until I was actually there.

The next day, after I'd gotten discharged (having realized in the interim that I needed to GTFO of that living situation much more than I needed to die), and was making my way through the forest of messages of concern and well-wishing, a friend from high school reached out on Facebook. I was planning to become homeless in a tent on the sidewalks of Oakland; instead, she reached out- a friend I'd not seen for decades- and invited me to stay with her while I got my life back together. Twyla- thank you, more than I can say <3 Along the way, I got back in touch with Jana, a friend who just happens to be a psychologist and who just happens to have known me since I was about four years old, which made me much more comfortable talking about things with her (although HIPAA regulations prevented her from actually treating me formally). My mental health being much more erratic when I first came here to the Overlook East, when I was in my room with the door locked for about 22-23 hours a day out of sheer anxiety, having someone I could talk to about mental health issues with whom I had that kind of connection was invaluable. (Indeed, at least once I was within an ace of going back to Strong, when Jana helped me ground myself.)(I'm not necessarily anxious *about* anything- when I had my breakdown, my brain's ability to regulate anxiety went away pretty much entirely.)

As a codicil to this, for the first four months or so that I was here, I couldn't watch movies that were new to me, because the simple fact of an unknown narrative provoked so much anxiety. [I was able to see Spike Lee's Da 5 Bloods, but only by watching it in 2-3 minute increments over several days: obviously not practicable for all movies I might want to watch. I was a film major in college, although I graduated with a BA in English (long story); I remember that when the documentary Cinemania came out, I recognized every single one of the subjects; even before my breakdown, depression had attentuated my will to engage with new-to-me materials such that in recent years, I watched fewer than a dozen new films a year. When I was at the hospital, and was put on Lexapro (my first experience with psych meds), it was a revelation: for the first time, I realized how depression (a genetic legacy from my mother's side of the family) had gradually been stealing my life away, a bit at a time. Now, first-time lucky with meds, my brain is itself again; I can't wait to check out the libraries in Rochester and Brockport, and to hug my friends, and to *live* again.

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PSA

2021-04-23T13:19:33Z

Even if you're one of those people who don't know how to respond when I write about being homeless, destitute, and mentally ill, it's always cool just to say hi :)

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coyotegoth @ 2021-04-23T09:16:00

2021-04-23T13:17:34Z

I just described 45's tenure as "four years of Modern Family on bath salts", and will not be taking questions at this time.

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Dan O' Bannon

2021-04-22T12:30:34Z

Shot #2 went fine; also, Lexapro is doing a bangup job of removing the depression that had been eating my life so gradually for these last 20 years or so that I didn't even realize it was happening.

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coyotegoth @ 2021-03-22T13:32:00

2021-03-22T17:32:56Z

I've been shot! (Shot #2 April 19th.)

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book recs also more than welcome

2021-02-10T22:26:35Z

Random: I'm the sort of odd duck who prefers stories of (British) civilians during WWII (such as HOPE AND GLORY) to combat films (although I obviously can appreciate films on the order of BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI, THE DAM BUSTERS, or A BRIDGE TOO FAR). Accordingly, 1) please drop any recs of movies of Brits on the home front struggling bravely through the war here (since I *hope* this thing of not being able to watch new movies is not permanent), and 2) if I should mention that my favorite film of WWII involving combat is THE THIN RED LINE (love it or hate it, it's *highly* atypical of the genre), please be kind and chalk it up to my being the sort of barbarian who puts ketchup on my steak.

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coyotegoth @ 2021-02-10T16:11:00

2021-02-10T21:16:04Z

Random: I'm the sort of odd duck who prefers stories of (British) civilians during WWII (such as HOPE AND GLORY) to combat films (although I obviously can appreciate films on the order of BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI, THE DAM BUSTERS, or A BRIDGE TOO FAR). Accordingly, 1) please drop any recs of movies of Brits on the home front struggling bravely through the war here (since I *hope* this thing of not being able to watch new movies is not permanent), and 2) if I should mention that my favorite film of WWII involving combat is THE THIN RED LINE (like it or hate it, it's *highly* atypical of the genre), please be kind and chalk it up to my being the sort of barbarian who puts ketchup on my steak.

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coyotegoth @ 2021-02-08T19:53:00

2021-02-09T00:57:21Z

I went to film school, although I wound up graduating as an English major (long story); when the documentary CINEMANIA (about lifestyle moviegoers) came out, I recognized every one of the subjects. Movies are a huge part of my life.

Since the breakdown, my anxiety has skyrocketed; the ability of my mind to calm itself when exposed to external elements (and sometimes, no external elements at all) is rudimentary at best now. This includes dealing with stressful dramatic events in movies.

I can still watch, say, TAXI DRIVER- a film *loaded* with psychologically stressful elements- because I've seen it before: I know the stressful elements. However, since the breakdown, I've been able to make it through exactly one movie I hadn't seen previously, DA 5 BLOODS.

With moves ranging from MA RAINEY'S BLACK BOTTOM to PINEAPPLE EXPRESS (!), my anxiety has reached a point where I've had to shut it off. I once thought to make movies for a living; now, my habit of re-watching old favorites is the only way I can watch movies at all. I don't know how long this will last; I don't know if I'll ever again know that moment as the lights go down, and I wait to begin the journey upon which the filmmaker will take me.

...man, I'm glad I'm on Lexapro.

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