kinda makes a body wonder doesn't it?

how much lead could have lead to one's suppressed mental functions?

what could have been?

am no velvet tam wearer, but certainly not red mad hatter material.* maybe should be proud of what little there was to work with. a little less embarrassed about what didn't go right either.

maybe if this was known, would have given license to beg off father's "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!"

"Sorry Pops. All that lawn mowing must have affected your son too much."

But then...WTF is the excuse for Twitter?


*mad as a hatter. mercury nitrate.

My cat Elwood is currently running around like a mad hatter howling at the top of his lungs [6:45 am]. My neighbors must hate it [I know I do]

The greed of the rich and the insanity of the religious fundamentalists is trapping the vast majority of the world in this mad hatter reality where nuclear annihilation seems like a logically consistent inevitability.

That humanity will most likely never socially evolve beyond the concept of nation states seems to me to be the greatest tragedy.

I really disliked this film. Terrible storytelling, weak characters, and an over reliance on CGI. It's the George Lucas Phantom Menace syndrome: Give a director a $200,000,000 budget, and they spend all their time figuring out how to spend all that money, rather than focussing on creating a worthwhile piece of art.

Johnny Depp's Mad hatter, whom gets almost as much screen time as the bland lead, consists of drag queen make up and an effeminate voice, which occasionally shifts to a Braveheart brogue. It comes across more as self indulgent mugging from an actor who has received no directorial guidance than any kind of actual insanity.

In Burton's earlier years, when his budgets were a fraction of what they are now, he told truly imaginative stories, with great characters and heartfelt performances. Movies like Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood and The Nightmare Before Christmas were cinematic masterpieces in my opinion.

The scene above is the precise moment when my disappointment turned to contempt. Issy and I actually turned to each other in the theater to verify that it was not a hallucination. (/disappointed fan-boy rant)

If you are reading this Tim Burton, here's your assignment, should you decide to take it:

Make a film for under 10 million dollars. You are not allowed to use your wife or Johnny Depp as cast members. The script must be original and not an adaptation of some previously existing work. Use models, stop motion, or whatever other effects you like, but keep the CGI to a bare minimum.

Saw this in theaters over the weekend. I actually recoiled at this point in the film; not for any base discomfort at seeing someone's head spin around, but for realizing what Tim Burton managed to do simultaneously to Johnny Depp and the Mad Hatter.

Thats CAPTAIN Mad Hatter.

I watched Jan Svankmejer's Alice when I was a kid, I loved it then too.

How come this version seems to have the Mad Hatter in every scene?

^That's cool. I had a denim vest that I drew a "Mad Hatter" skull onto with 'Harvester of Sorrow' at the base, near the waist. I can't remember why, but I tossed it...wish I hadn't now.

Its funny... I read your comment on the The Mad Hatter is in da party video and almost thought you said seizures on another one of my videos (the mudkips)...

Anyway... I hope you enjoy your time on the sift...

Andre Perkowski got such a great response on his Retro Batman series, “Silent Shadow of the Bat-Man,” (and part two) that he produced a three-part serial as a follow-up called “Arkham After Midnight,” of which this is the first chapter, “Mark of The Mad Hatter”

Big globs of setup concerning Arkham Asylum… madness! surreal delirium!
Hallucinations! Screaming lunatics! Obsessive supervillains! That amazing
triumph of conceit over technology, the incredible “Bat-Gyro.” All this and the
trippiest final two minutes you ever needed to see.

Too bad the last few episodes have been less than impressive. Nothing will ever top "The Mad Hatter."

In reply to your comment:
“i love that website!”

This video shows the absurdity and nobility of the "rave" movement. It doesn't matter if you're fat, skinny, athletic or out of shape. It doesn't matter if you are high, drunk, or sober. It doesn't even matter if you know how to dance. What matters is the music. What matters is dancing to the music.

When then guy hands our raver the water bottle is when it became clear to me. This video is about raving. Dancing not because it's cool, or because you're trying to get some ass, or to show off your dance moves. Dancing for yourself. Dancing to express your love of the music.

At the same time as showing how right this is, this video also demonstrates how patently ridiculous it is. "Oh so dancing your love of the music is so wonderful? What if it was a HUGE SHIRTLESS FAT GUY on the street corner!???"

Answer: Ridiculous.

But the truth is, I've been that fat guy. I've been the only one dancing at 10PM when the doors to the rave open. I've been the guy left at the end at 10AM, the only raver still going. I've been the guy who everybody kind of admires, but is also kind of creeped out by, or makes fun of. I'm the lanky guy with the big mad hatters hat who is completely sober but maybe just a little bit too hardcore to be healthy.