This blog is dedicated to the memory of David Weintraub, who took on insidious astroturfers and won.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Revenge of the Freaks
There was a movie called Revenge of the Nerds. It's always easy to root for the underdog. That was a popular movie back in the day.
Later on in life a show emerged called Freaks and Geeks. I could relate to it. I was a child of Generation X. I was kind of a hybrid of freak and geek. I would probably have been considered a nerd in high school. In college I would probably have been given a mild freak rating.
How could I not like that show? SCTV's Joe Flaherty starred. Plus, a very adorable type of freak-geek hybrid was the lead character, the brunette chick below.
I found a very good movie last night. It was from 1932 and directed by the same cat who came up with Dracula. It was called Freaks. It used real carnival performers as the actors, e.g. little people, others missing assorted body parts, the bearded lady, and even those who suffered from microcephaly, a condition which led to those afflicted being described as pinheads.
It's 100 degrees today here in Boston. I'm sweating buckets. But I'm happy. The other day was National Laundry Day. Yesterday was National Dishwashing Day. Things have been getting accomplished.
I'm into free speech, but I am not a masochist. That is why I have put a quick stop to sadistic posts being allowed here. I feel free after deciding to ban those people. I'd rather have a slower comments section than put up with the bad guys trying to mess with me on my own turf.
The downside of having comment moderation seems to be a glitch, where it appears there are no comments even when some exist. But when it's steaming hot like this, you can't sweat the small stuff, or your apartment will become flooded.
Eventually I'll reopen posting without moderation and simply zap any future troll spam after the fact. I don't need to have a big blog. One pleasant result of using blogger has been various posts have trickled in from time to time from bloggers I don't know. It's like they somehow found the place and subject at hand and felt inspired to add something. I'd rather have that traditional kind of place than have the sadists thinking there's a point in their sticking around in an attempt to make me feel like crap. Life's too short to suffer fools.
This movie's only about sixty minutes. There are a lot worse ways to spend an hour than watching it. The big ending is not for the squeamish, and it is not disappointing if you can stomach some horror. They don't make them like they used to, especially during the pre-code movie years from 1929ish through 1934.
(Sorry, the video is now unavailable)