jonesenstein

11-15-99

Monday, November 15, 1999, 11:58 AM, from the journal of
Nick Jones, Computer Lab, Michigan State University, East
Lansing, Michigan, United States Of America, North (West)
Hemisphere, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe.
That about narrows it down, doesn’t it, God?
I saw Dogma (by myself, I might add. Not one
fucking person was home in the entire state of Michigan)
yesterday. I think I told you about this. It was OK, but
Kevin Smith really needs to stop putting a comic book feel
in his directing and just start directing. If he knows
anything about comic book art, it was Jack Kirby that
said, “a comic page is just that. It’s not a movie, it’s
not play, it’s a comic page” (not a direct quote). He
should learn that a lot of different genres don’t mix
well. For instance, you don’t see anyone making mayonnaise
ice cream. That’s because they don’t go well together.
You can make movies about comics, you can make
comics about movies, but you can’t have the same flow in
comics as movies have and you can’t have the same dramatics
in movies that comics have. The sooner Smith learns this,
the better. There were lots of shots in the film where it
was just ridiculous.
Anyway, I prayed last night. For the first time in
a long time, I prayed. I’m not sure why, I just did. I
told God a long time ago that I wouldn’t bother Him with
problems anymore. I didn’t bother Him at all. I just
chatted. See, the problem with praying is that if God is
everywhere, then what the hell would He want to know that
He already doesn’t know? I never understood praying. If
God loves everyone equally, then why would He do what I
want when I want, like asking Him to bless someone? He
knows when someone needs to be blessed.
Then Dogma came along and said that beliefs are
hard to change. Ideas, however, are not.
What I’m trying to say is that I know there is a
God, and I know that there is an afterlife. What God is
like and what the afterlife is like is beyond my sight. I
have no clue. I don’t think I really want to know either.
I’m not sure if I could go through life being absolutely
sure what I did gave a specific repercussion. No surprises
means no fun.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I prayed.
That and I have a shit-load to tell you about
Harris. But right now, I have to talk to Bulldog.
I’ll be back in a while.