deceptions

A collaboration between Diablo Cody and Steven Spielberg kind of made my stomach turn and this reason exactly is why I never gave The United States of Tara a chance.

I made a mistake.

This show is so unusually quirky and hilarious, not to mention that John Corbett plays Max, Tara's husband( Aiden, from sex and the city, the love of my life) which makes it my new favorite.

Tara is a mother of two who is living with dissociative identity disorder. She has three alters, T. a fifteen year old slut, an army vet named Buck, who claims his lack of a penis is because it was shot off in vietnam, and a 50's housewife named Alice.

Too bad all the best shows air on showtime, which my mom won't pay for, she would rather have me download and send her Dexter once a week.

stingy.

tip your scale

Usually things of such material value mean nothing to me,

but this, I could get used to, keep it coming money bags

hillary 9000

"see you later judy poo, don't let the transport truck run you over on your next hard right"- father zorz

tried out the new GPS today, it didn't go over too well, UNTIL, judy poo was renamed into Hillary 9000:

she was much more reliable that way.

pick your poison

The Imaginarium of Terry Gilliam.

diabolical. This film had so much potential, and yet it seems that about half way through the film, all of it's flaws( in my mind precursors to one of the main character's deaths) pile on top of one another and the lack of coherence and unintelligent writing becomes increasingly evident. The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus is a platform for modern day citizens who have become lost and engulfed in their drab and unfantastical daily lives to pass through and experience their wildest imaginations inside of the mind of the Dr. Although, the Dr has made a pact with the Devil, whereby he will abduct the Dr.'s daughter Valentina( a character who really only flaunted her legs and breasts the entire film) on her 16th birthday for his own fiendish indulgences.

OK, that's fine. Then they introduce Ledger's character, who, not at fault of his own acting, probably more or less awful direction, confuses the plot even more. Is he a good guy, a bad guy? Do you want him to sleep with Valentina, is that weird and unsettling? The Dr. also makes a new pact with the Devil to not take Valentina. If the Imaginaruim can capture five souls for the Devil, Valentina will live a free life. Gilliam expected the audience to realize this on their own, as all the characters just keep repeating "five souls, five souls" over and over again with no explanation.

What bothered me the most was the lack of rules in the Imaginaruim. Sometimes souls were captured, sometimes they weren't. The idea was stressed that the Imaginarium was suited for one soul at a time, sometimes two went through and horrendous things didn't seem to cohesively happen each time. YET, through all of the inconsistencies what truly bothered me the most, were the Monty Python references, the Monty Python references that took place in someone else's imagination. The Imaginarium of Terry Gilliam.

The movie ends with the rivalry between Parnassus and the Devil rambling on.
And the climax between Russians, Collin Pharell and children’s organs is so unnecessary and completely irking.


I came out of the film completely disappointed not only in the plot but by the fact that I didn't have bigger breasts.

horrible.




oh ps, what the fuck are those?

LOOK AT IT

rations have been stored.
best christmas dinner ever.
worst stomach ache yet.

welcome to the pleasuredome

As if my dad hasn't said enough totally weird and amazing things this christmas. We were opening presents this morning and out of nowhere he confessed his love for Frankie Goes to Hollywood.









whatever.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you

Father Zorz and I are going to watch 2001 on this christmas eve.

This could be a quintessential or disastrous undertaking in our relationship.

multiply zero by zero and you still get zero

because ducks are fat:



got my teeth cleaned and went to the bookstore to distract myself from eating, the sole reason I am in guelph. Guelph is for fatting you up before you again, go back to toronto, are alone, and take advantage of the rations you have stored in your thighs.

Almost finished the ruins- incredible- so relentless, amazing characters, the movie butchers it.

Time's arrow: just got my mark back on my essay on this novel, now i felt justifiably allowed to purchase it. If i had received a poor mark i was going to have to stop talking about it to everyone and pretend like it had never existed.

lavendermist

Engagements.

Three weddings next year.
I think it is time to register my age.

Best announcements for the bests,
Comprehension for the in-comprehended.

have yourself a merry little xxx-mas.

Had christmas lunch (?) today at my grandparents house.

Somehow the conversation took a turn for the worse at the hands of my parents obviously.

"last time I went to a strip club, I almost got raped"- father zorz

"last time I went to a strip club, I had to leave, my cousin came out on stage and started to get naked" - mother zorz





that's just how it is here.

top of the food chain

I am home for christmas, and have decided to get back to concentrating on what this blog was really created for.

My mom took me to the mall last night,

I came home with,



this is the novel that David Cronenberg's 1996 crash was based on, luciudly i guess, it seems quite different.




sears was selling movies for 4.99, i would have paid more for this, but i totally forgot about it until i saw it. Lucky girl.

and a spacer for my left ear, i lost it a week ago and my mom said she didn't want to look at the cat butt hanging off the side of my face for one more day.

thanks mom.

defined

JON TO TAYLOR:


jonathan: we heard back from pfacs, we got $$$$, mad duckets, ill buy you
(this translates into, i got a big loan for the film festival I am curating, I will use the money to buy you)

me: how much do you think i would cost

jonathan: you're damaged goods
so definitely a discount

Unknown Unknowns.

i was reading the titles of my posts in sequence: two really uncomfortable sentences have been formed.

1)Dear Miss Zorz everything you do causes cancer

2)when no one's looking, dead babies.


excellence

it tasted like blood, and made me feel stronger

Island of Dr. Moreau, how I love you, please do not make me regret that statement tomorrow when I write an exam on you.

I bought Ravenous today in the spirit of cannibalism.






guy pearce circa 1999 take my heart

stiff neck

I am not going to feel any sympathy for this one when she is feeling some pain in the neck tomorrow. A lady bug can entertain for hours apparently.


i'd also like to know how this lady bug survived minus one million degrees celsius because i did not tonight.

overcast

i am forgotten.

three years and we have erased time. you walk past me disinterested and unfamiliar.


it's true, my life didn't always revolve around meaningless purchases.

Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man

I have buried my head in the Man in the High Castle; I have an exam on it on saturday and I still haven't finished it.

Premise: An alternative history fiction that fabricates a result to the Axis Powers, Imperial Japan and Nazi Germany winning the second world war.


"They're all committing incest, going back to the original sin of lusting for their own mothers. That's why they, those elite S.S. fairies, have that angelic simper, that blond babylike innocence; they're saving themselves for Mama. Or for each other"

So obviously instead of reading I got caught up on youtube looking at Nazi related subject matter and stumbeled across this, and now i am wondering how i forgot about it for so long. I am pretty sure there was a week where I watched this about a hundred times.

Dear Miss Zorz

i hold my head in complete shame for the purchases that I made on DEC the 3rd 2009.

Two english breakfast teas, one coffees, and a regular coca cola.

zero non liquids since 6pm yesterday.

you're so stupid.


sincerely taylor zorz

everything you do causes cancer

Wednesday has it out for me. Every week it demonstrates it's complete hate for me in the best ways possible.

For some reason I have had the title of the blog in my head for like a month, i have no idea where i heard it, where it came from and i can't figure it out. I don't know how that happened. I wish i could figure it out but it isn't coming to me. I put it into google, and google informed me that powerade causes cancer, AKA everything causes cancer.

when no one's looking

block and delete. I step further and further away from all forms of communication that ail me.

this is the face i made while doing that.



it's more agonizing than what i captured here.

dead babies

I am so hung up on fiction right now it is ridiculous. I just finished Time's Arrow, which was required for my science fiction class, none the less, amazing. But now I am in the middle of writing a 2000 word essay on the nature of time and time reversals and it is making me not only resent my life but my life's involvement with the novel, which I actually loved. Why do things like that have to happen. I resent a lot of things that I used to love because they got muddled with unattractive events, which make me shutter when I think about them. Why am I unable to separate the things I love or used to to love from it's associations in my past. Cause and effect I guess. Although cause and effect really are isolated events, only connected by a sequencing in time. I don't have time for this blog,

i have to get back to writing about the one thing i hate more than anything in life,

time. it gives me a swift kick in the ass every day.

sorry, suicidal rain-check, I am much too busy.






oh "dead babies" is my next read.

eat him by his own light:

i caved. I found it with a way better looking cover, and it looks less intimidating this way.

pretty excited.

damnation of memory

ok,

so i went to the book store last night and i was going to buy The Ruins( some cheesy horror, because that's my favorite), I saw the movie like a year or so ago and it actually was kind of awesome. The book is like 8 million pages long and had the worst looking cover I have ever seen. It was post film release and I hate when books look like that. So I decided against it and i got two magazines instead. OK wow, so i got Nylon, aka the worst music ever but the best fashion any one has ever seen and the new Toronto Life. I feel like it is a little old for me, I always buy it, but it is pretty bourgeoisie, aka only usually talks about the most high-end things to purchase in the city, including real-estate, which is my favorite section, unrealistic dreaming i know, but i still like to know how good of a deal i am actually getting spending 600.00 a month to rent one room.

anyways, two good things i found in Toronto life:



Tank Cat: yes please.





apparently, this idea has progressed far enough that scientists have been able to erase unhappy memories in mice. CREB annihilation basically.


that's all, off to school unprepared like usual

self-defense

Ok, shooting is complete and I am onto the next thing. My own thesis, which has been sitting on the back burner for too many months now.

Although, the more I can continue to keep my mind preoccupied, the less I will dwell on the complete failure of my social life.

I bought a pack of gum today, and I am going to make the effort to ride my bike up to the book store when it stops raining, so maybe I will have a new item to show off.

this is a horrible excuse for a post I will make up for it in the next few hours.

OH i didn't buy this, but he was a gift, so he will be living in my house from now on. His name is bertram and he is a solid piece of rooster. Bones will ruin him guaranteed.



Bones = my worst distraction

todd and janelle are dicks

blistex, i bought blistex today. OH WAIT NEVER MIND I AM AN IDIOT..... and spent 55 dollars on an outfit to wear for an event that I went to for maybe 50 minutes max. We are on set today so i went to the event and then realized that being on set is 100 times better than being given a 2000.00 award.


the stress that will birth itself on my head tomorrow will kill me.

worst choice of words.

escaping the void

I find that most blogs begin with a sucession of intelligent sounding nonesense, until about two months goes by and there is nothing left to write about. Like everything I do, I am doing this completely backwards.

How I need to buy things to make myself feel better is what I should be writing about, but someone decided to shove the shitty end of the stick that he has dealt to me, right in my face today to smell it and I almost vomited.

I need to start replacing the void with more new things.

spending money on jon b jon.

Ok,

So I have been art directing a film for the last two months or so now. It wraps on sunday. The director must think I am like a unicorn or something. I have never been shit on with so much work in my entire life. The script rules, the costumes are awesome, it will look great, I am just dying of super exhaustion. ANYWAYS, i have only been spending money on this film, but all my visa and debular transactions do not have my own name on them.

SO ultimately, this blog hasn't been a good representation of my ultimate capabilities thus far. Although I did end up at DUFFERIN MALL REALLY today and purchased 2001: A space odyssey, which I need to watch with extreme detail before tomorrow as we have a discussion on it in class. Not sure how I am going to be able to physically accomplish all my million and one things to do tonight.

My eyes are on fire.

so anxious

So I only bought Breakfast today, which I am not going to count, as it isn't something I am keeping as I ate it, and it is now residing in my thighs. Although, I did pre-order HOME MOVIE, which comes out on December eighth. I saw paranormal activity last night (LAME), even though it genuinly scared me, the ending was super dissapointing, BUT it reminded me how amazingly disturbing Home Movie was, so obviously that's something i am going to have to own.

a lack of social networking aka showing off.

NAKED LUNCH 50TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION:








So good looking even backwards.