Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Ghost in the Machine (Graeme Revell)



One night, on his way to his latest crime, the Address Book Killer (Ted Marcoux) dies in the hospital. Good news, right? Not so fast. His soul leaves his body and starts roaming the electrical circuits of Cleveland, eager to continue his spree. As a follow-up to the weakest of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies, director Rachel Talalay took on this project. Just as dumb as its premise would suggest.

Still, Graeme Revell (where has he gone to?) provided a fine score, highlighted by a wonderfully creepy main title cue.

Ghost in the Machine
music by
Graeme Revell

1. Main Titles 2.59
2. Josh 0.28
3. Dinner at the Yardley's 1.33
4. "Don't touch that." 0.15
5. The Address Book/Bram Walker 0.56
6. Karl 0.52
7. Driving in the Rain 0.18
8. Trip Through the Cemetary 0.56
9. Power Surge 0.55
10. Searching the System 0.24
11. The Address Book Killer 0.26
12. Terry's Records 0.09
13. Overdrawn 0.27
14. Touch the Screen 0.37
15. "What's going on?" 0.35
16. First Name on the List 0.06
17. Microwave Murder/The Nightmare 3.27
18. Karl's Apartment 1.42
19. Terry 0.07
20. The Fuse Box 1.46
21. Arcade Search 0.12
22. Karl's in the Game 0.57
23. Looking for Axle 2.39
24. First Attempt 0.47
25. Second Attempt 0.42
26. Hot Date 0.35
27. "Are you all right?" 0.19
28. Phone Calls 1.38
29. The Baby and the Stove 2.14
30. The Garbage Disposal 0.28
31. The Babysitter 0.20
32. Leaky Dishwasher 1.04
33. Josh Discovers the Pattern 0.19
34. Phone Tag 2.07
35. A Near Crash 1.10
36. Access Blocked 1.26
37. False Alarms 0.58
38. Mom's in Shock 0.17
39. Running the Virus 2.40
40. Final Showdown 7.15
41. The End of Karl 1.24
42. End Credits 4.01

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Monday, September 12, 2016

At work today, where I did inventory on a 7-Eleven for the first time, I ran across Hostess Orange Cupcakes.

My dad would bring home Hostess snack cakes for the family when I was a kid and, even as a child of special education, I knew that those Orange cupcakes did not hit the palette right at all.

I think that they instilled in me - at that young age - that some foodstuffs just don't go together (looking right at you, you bunch of let's-put-bacon-on-fucking-everything-even-the-desserts sociopaths).

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Thursday, September 08, 2016

"It's just a mouse!"

Given Varese Sarabande's periodic expansions of their woefully short albums, it's not unreasonable to expect an expansion of Alan Silvestri's delightful score to 1997's Mouse Hunt.

A few weeks ago, I took it upon myself to arrange an album program to help the label along: Mouse Hunt: Complete Score Breakdown.

Sadly, the thread only saw a handful of posts...and among them was not the guy who started the whole Complete Score Breakdown idea. Of all the nonsense...

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Saturday, September 03, 2016

Yeah, so...I've been thinking. About my situation and the last few posts I've made. I'm still in that place, financially, but I may have been overreacting vis-a-vis my reaction to my situation. I'm not sure if I'm getting the typist position (and who knows what school they'll bounce me to for the next interview; school starts next week), but there are plenty of other jobs out there.

I was considering becoming a truck driver. They get paid a shit-ton and I can travel and be alone with my thoughts. Hand to God, I can't imagine a downside there. I put a script on the Black List and entered a couple of contests. It's just a matter of waiting until something happens. There could be other office jobs. Maybe, chemical testing. Working the drive-thru at Tim Hortons. Something to put me on the road to solvency.

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

So, let's recap. As of right now, I have:

  • Two maxed out credit cards whose combined total debt is about $9,000
  • A number of medical bills
  • A debt for a cell phone
  • A car note that's on the verge of being paid off
  • An as-yet-undiagnosed car issue that's affecting my steering
  • An overdue car inspection that, logically, can't be taken care of until the above problem is
  • A number of imminent parking tickets because of the previous problem
And, prostitution or insurance fraud aside, no way to pay for them.

Nothing in this world is free. Everything costs money. All I ask for is a way to have as much money as, if not more than what I'm expected to pay off. I ask and I ask, but I get less than nothing in return. I accept that I'm not a perfect person, but I know that I'm, at least, better than the people who take lives: murderers, zealots, suicide bombers. Bullets, bombs, guns, I know that shit doesn't come cheap.

As I sat at a birthday party recently, and wandered around the fair last week and as I think about how I'm sharing this now, it dawns on me just how alone in the world I truly am. It is said that no one is truly alone as long as they have the Lord.

Again, I've asked for so much and gotten so little in return. Given how little He acknowledges me, would I really be missed if I decided not to acknowledge Him? Amongst billions of followers, I sincerely doubt it. All I really ask for is a sign.

Not a sign that He's listening, but a sign that He cares; a sign that He cares enough to lift me out of this hole, dust me off and set me on a good path, just like those fancy words in that Book. Either lift me out of the hole or fill it in after me, because I am beyond exhausted with this 'help just out of reach' nonsense.

I'm sure that I'm not the only one.

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Why must there be uncertainty? Not just for one's self, but everywhere.

Some might argue that uncertainty keeps the world from plunging into chaos, but I argue that it keeps us from the things we need and want from life. If someone has impressive credentials all around, should it matter that their personality isn't what you consider to be perfect?

Uncertainty and self-doubt are tools of the devil. Life could and may be lived to the fullest and we'd know that if we didn't second-guess everything that shows up in front of us.

What kind of universe puts so many wonderful things in front of us, but also the sensibility to keep us from ever getting those things?

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Not a suicide note, I promise.

As I find myself thinking about all the people younger than myself making a difference in the world by any particular means, my mind goes right to my pathetic income, my shameful living situation, my many debts, my questionable means of transportation, my lack of friends and my nonexistent prospects and I end up thinking, 'would anyone really miss me if I died tomorrow'?

It's a question I'm sure everyone has asked themselves at their lowest moments. No one should ever have to ask this, but, more and more, it seems that God isn't listening to my prayers. No one is and I really don't know how to react to that.

I really wish I knew what to do about this.

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