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I'm in an anger mood. Not quite sure why I'm angry, so I'll just choose a few things.
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I'm angry at sports movies. At least 3 come out a year, but they are never any different. It's like the only creative license the director is given is what to name it (Remember the Titans, Miracle 2004, Glory Road, We Are Marshall, etc.) Everything else is pretty much predetermined. The new coach with the quirky coaching customs comes to train the under-budgeted, ragtag team of misfit players, occasionally with racial tension. The coach is so quirky and tough that he forces the players to work hard and love each other. They win their first game and then go through a winning streak. They go through a few trials, such as the star quarterback who needs a football scholarship cause his family don't got the money will usually defect off the team, there might be a little more racial tension, and the principal will threaten to close down the team. But thankfully the star quarterback returns and they face off with their frighteningly talented (but inevitably defeated) rival team. The small provincial town rejoices their victory and returns to their life of content illiteracy.
There's no new ways to film these movies.
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Sometimes I think about people dislike. Not like I have a list of 'em, or an appointed time for thinking about these people, but occasionally I just observe negative attributes of people I come into contact with. And then I wonder if I'm just like them. There are a ton of people who love talking about themselves, but they try to hide it. They sneak into conversation their quirky habits, quirky music tastes, guilty pleasure movies, and how crazy(!) they get when they drink caffeine.
I often think "Do they really think they're getting away with this. Do they think I don't notice that they're constantly complimenting themselves?" But then I think "How often do I talk about myself?" I mean, I am the one with the self-involved blog! AREN'T I?!
And I thought I was a subtle person in my public conduct. Oh well.
John and I made it to Animal Kingdom today. We got in right before closing to ride the safari. It was really cool; I saw a bunch of animals. I'm pretty jealous that John gets to ride through this amazing African enclosure all day while be stuck at the top of tube that smells like chlorine, citrus suntan lotion, and feet.
Ah, well. Tomorrow's a cleaning day. I'll also be having lunch with Jeffrey.
Sunday's a Disney recreation class.
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I'm angry at sports movies. At least 3 come out a year, but they are never any different. It's like the only creative license the director is given is what to name it (Remember the Titans, Miracle 2004, Glory Road, We Are Marshall, etc.) Everything else is pretty much predetermined. The new coach with the quirky coaching customs comes to train the under-budgeted, ragtag team of misfit players, occasionally with racial tension. The coach is so quirky and tough that he forces the players to work hard and love each other. They win their first game and then go through a winning streak. They go through a few trials, such as the star quarterback who needs a football scholarship cause his family don't got the money will usually defect off the team, there might be a little more racial tension, and the principal will threaten to close down the team. But thankfully the star quarterback returns and they face off with their frighteningly talented (but inevitably defeated) rival team. The small provincial town rejoices their victory and returns to their life of content illiteracy.
There's no new ways to film these movies.
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Sometimes I think about people dislike. Not like I have a list of 'em, or an appointed time for thinking about these people, but occasionally I just observe negative attributes of people I come into contact with. And then I wonder if I'm just like them. There are a ton of people who love talking about themselves, but they try to hide it. They sneak into conversation their quirky habits, quirky music tastes, guilty pleasure movies, and how crazy(!) they get when they drink caffeine.
I often think "Do they really think they're getting away with this. Do they think I don't notice that they're constantly complimenting themselves?" But then I think "How often do I talk about myself?" I mean, I am the one with the self-involved blog! AREN'T I?!
And I thought I was a subtle person in my public conduct. Oh well.
John and I made it to Animal Kingdom today. We got in right before closing to ride the safari. It was really cool; I saw a bunch of animals. I'm pretty jealous that John gets to ride through this amazing African enclosure all day while be stuck at the top of tube that smells like chlorine, citrus suntan lotion, and feet.
Ah, well. Tomorrow's a cleaning day. I'll also be having lunch with Jeffrey.
Sunday's a Disney recreation class.