Day 2: Gestation of Evil (from film wank to literary wank)

Well, another golden day for the village idiot at school who presently has the responsibilities of a basket of cute, dyslexic kittens. First, I insincerely apologize that those whose souls were only half-saved & were waiting for spiritual guidance from me have to go to the back of the line, re-fill out the form (spelling your name correctly this time) and must address all future complaints to Jesus Banking Inc., which includes whether or not you`re eligible to receive a weak lemon drink, the free toaster or to opt out of eternal damnation. Depends on your saving scheme. Also forgot to say I was talking about The Ring when initially comparing an original and a remake yesterday.. but, meh, who cares at this stage, meaning`s just one of those arbitrary conventions, anyway.. And while films have always been legitimate mediators of culture, I still hold that any kind of remake changes the essence of what the film originally tries to convey. Everything like background, politics etc. get appropriated but mutates according to the new director`s vision since no film directly mimics another. Excepting of course those fucking Police Academy movies; Mahoneeey!! Hilarious. And it ultimately falls to the audience to derive personal meaning from what`s presented to them - for all those who support Roland Barthes` Death of the Author theory.. No one? Oh well. Want to put together a short story so will hack it into pieces and post a bit each day, if the mood takes me. Think Haruki Murakami. Only crap. No doubt you`re drooling with anticipation already.. or just drooling in general. It happens.