My last rant. (at least it seems to be so)

[Trazalca]

(sigh)

Well folks. It finally happened.
After months of letting my rant-skills go dormant, I've lost my rant muse.
I tried bringing it out of a coma a couple of days ago with a few posts,
but it just wasn't the same. I couldn't get angry anymore.
I don't know if it's age, or just losing that inner spark that ignited
the ranting fires that burned brightly into that good night.
I look at those things I used to rant about, and they all now seem
like hopeless endeavors of shouting against the four winds,
and with nothing to show for it.

I thought of my past rants, like the one for the free ipod,
the exquisite burns I'd give to Hollywood execs,
and the lack of common sense in a lot of the crazy celebs of years gone by.
Any celebrity nonsense that hits the news now just seems careless and unoriginal.
They all follow those that blazed new territories of nuttiness like Michael Jackson or Tom Cruise.
Yeah sure. Britney shaved her head. Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan
can't hold their liquor or drive a car worth a damm.
But such news seems so terribly benign of style, or heart.
MJ and TC had those in spades. But while these 3 chicks desperately
need a Black Snake Moan intervention (alright Space Tycoon, calm down),
their sad and unimaginative exploits do nothing for me, except to have
me wish they would all disappear into trailer trash mediocrity.
Thus, there's nothing out there for me to rant about now.

There's so much out there that's all living in "been there, done that" territory,
I don't have anything to say. Maybe I've grown apathetic.
Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I need to set my guns on newer targets.
I can't complain about the movies. There's a lot of good stuff out there.
Nothing mind blowing or genre breaking, but it's gotten better.
The only ads I could complain about would be for the endless stream of
mindless horror movies that's coming out right and left like a bad epidemic.
Unless a horror movie breaks new ground to shock or terrorize, or be really
funny enough to satirize itself, there doesn't seem much point.
I'm more apt to spend two hours watching films left deserted for Public Domain land,
than what's being advertised for. It's enough for me to wish I was a movie
director just so I could put out horror that would twist its ears to the ground.
Going for the shock seems too dependent on how it looks, rather than what
it should mean. I could come up with a thousand shocking images of horror.
That's easy. But if I put a meaning behind the image, if it represents something
totally unexpected in the context of story or character, then that's something.

For example, in the movie From Dusk Til Dawn, the sharpest moment of horror
for that entire movie was when the brothers were talking in the hotel room,
and one questioned the other about what was done to the hostage.
I like vampire movies as much as anyone, but that moment superceded anything
else it offered beyond that point. It was brilliant. It sent chills.
Nowadays, it's like watching a train wreck delivering the only selling point
it has: just how big of a train wreck can it get? "If you thought this was bad,
well how about this?" Oh yeah. Really thought provoking stuff.
And people wonder why I'm a fan of the Hannibal Lecter films.
It's not how much blood. It's what it represents.

Alas, I'm not a director. I'm not a scriptwriter. I work at a computer job.
I might as well be a backseat driver, or a couch potato quarterback.
I can yell at the second glass teat all I want. It's all pointless.
Vanity of vanities. All is vanity. There is nothing new under the sun.
I am a voice crying in a wilderness rich with the mass media leading
countless sheep to the slaughter of their good sensibilities.
Maybe that's why I don't find much to rant about anymore.
Maybe I've lost my way or stopped caring.

My muse has left the building. There was a time that I could rant
about anything thrown at me. Now, the idea of it is tired.
If only there was some way to get it back. Someway to get riled
up again, at least enough to put out a decent rant.
Unless something stirs me up, this might just be the last rant
I can muster out of me brain. There isn't that much imagination
to put into a rant about not having much to rant about.
It'd kinda sad, really. The embers are dying.
The final phase of the moon has waned off into the darkness like
God snuffing out a candle. The end credits have begun to roll up.
I don't have much more to say. It's been fun.

(sigh)

:Goodbye:

[Jakester]

Daffy's got a lot of pent up anger. Maybe he can bottle some and send it to you.

[rappites]

^^That's funny.

[Cncrman]

*Sniff*

It's like the end of an era.

Like watching the last Dinosaur ride off into the sunset.

I'm only saying that 'cause you're older than me. :Smirk:

[UNCLEagent]

[Metuzalem]

Tell us Traz, what are your thoughts on Uwe Boll?

[sickness]

Tell us about AvP! Please! One more for the road!!!

[tstone]

You'll get your mojo back, dude. But it will be a special occasion...

[neglet]

Oh no! Traz needs rant Viagra!

[kah]

Don't tell me you don't have anything for the Jehovahs or Scientologists?