Friday Morning

I’m glad I didn’t think much of the temptation to let the cats out last night. The way the forecast kept pushing the expected rain further on while lowering the likelihood was leading me to think that I have seen this movie before. But, no, it came: a storm. I woke up a little after one-thirty, and it was like the house was but a small ship at sea being overtaken by a hurricane. I did not expect that, thinking we would only get another shower at best. That was a drought-busting storm. We needed it badly, though I don’t think the cats will be as quiet as they were last night when they spend another night tonight in the house.

Neighbor Dog

Taking the trash and recyclables out this afternoon, I suffered a hard experience with the neighbor dog. I went to snack him up with some cheese, but he did not quickly come to me, and he looked pretty weather-beaten, so that I suspect he was left out in that hard, long-lasting rain last night, and was tied up to that corner of the house with no shelter, left unable to reach their patio.

What hit me hard was the way the dog looked at me. It was as though he also blamed me for not coming to its urgent and desperate need, unable to appreciate that it was beyond my power, that he is property and not mine, or else it would all be very different.

Camille Keaton

Camille Keaton made another movie. It’s even another rape and revenge movie titled “Savage Vengeance”. In fact, it was meant to be a sequel to “I Spit On Your Grave”, if only informally due to legal reasons. But it’s a shot on video wonder lasting barely more than an hour, and looking at free previews on the Internet, one can see that Camille did not age so well. It makes the original look like a true mega-budget masterpiece. Still, I wouldn’t mind watching it, if only out of curiosity, but I don’t even want to pay fifteen-dollars for it. I got the original on DVR, and I can simply grab the TV-remote and watch the classic for free, with little Camille in all her bushy glory.

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The film was supposedly shot in 1988, but not released until 1993, this explains the somewhat dated look to the film and sound of its score. Not much is known about how the film came about, but it is well known[by whom?] that the production was a troubled affair. The film was shot on video with an extremely low budget.[citation needed]

The film's star, Camille Keaton, refuses to speak of the film or its production. Her reasons for this haven't been made clear, but it has been rumored[by whom?] that she left the set before the end of the production, hence the film's abrupt end. Her only reference to appearing in the film came at a horror convention in 2005, when asked by a fan to explain her involvement in the movie, she replied: "I'm sorry, I can't speak about that."[citation needed]

Rumors indicate that the film was shot as a sequel to I Spit on Your Grave without legal rights and this led to legal trouble for five years. Director of I Spit on Your Grace Meir Zarchi allegedly sued Farmer, and the result was that the character of Jennifer's last name was removed from the film (when another character said her last name, it was dubbed over or removed sloppily).

The film was altered taking out any references to the original film, re-edited and then finally released quietly in 1993 as Savage Vengeance. Director Donald Farmer still denies these claims but some people speculate he is legally unable to talk about it.

During an audio interview for DVD Monthly in 2005, Zarchi spoke about the film and Camille Keaton's involvement. He told of Keaton calling him in tears, explaining she had walked off set and apologized to him for getting involved with the film. He recalled Keaton calling him from "somewhere in the mid-west", giving an idea of where the movie was shot.[2]

The audio interview with Zarchi is included as a special feature on the 2005 Millennium Edition DVD of I Spit on Your Grave.[3] Zarchi maintains he has never seen the film.

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My Two-Hour Days

God, I swear I’m only good for maybe two hours in the day in terms of getting things done. This is not a new revelation. Back in law school, I figured this was one reason why I couldn’t hack it. The proposition just comes to mind freshly today, because I was feeling pretty good today, and I didn’t even have a wank session, yet I got so minimally little done, like I am just standing still all day, or drooling glassy-eyed in front of the laptop.

After all these years, I suppose it’s funny that I still rebel emotionally against this hard fact of my life. At this age, it can only get worse. In fact, I am wondering if I am getting more comfortable with doing nothing. Anything that I do manage to accomplish can only be so meaningful anyway. If I slept all day, every day, and only got up to use the toilet and to eat, I would have practically just as much to show for my time and efforts. So, why stress about it, right? It is what it is, and considering this fact of life, maybe I have been more than a little lucky. I have not enjoyed a great life, but it must be better that what I deserve.