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Oh, my God.
I just saw In Bruges with Alon.
It broke me down. As the credits rolled I thought I was going to barf (half from a dying Colin-Farrell's-character looking just like Avi -- thinking of running into him's been stressing me out lately -- and half from sheer psycho-mind-fuckery... oh, and half from the graphic dying people) and started weeping instead. I've given him his fair chances and I respect his right to write, but personally I can't deal with Martin McDonagh's works.
Also? His American characters had American accents on Irish syntax/lexicon. They just didn't sound fully convincing. Did anyone else pick up on that?
Alon thought it was going to be an action comedy. Ha. But then my emoness could NOT deal with the way he was just intellectually analyzing it. Totally detached. Couldn't do it. But now we're making comfort food for dinner, so it should be okay.
Part of the weeping was undoubtedly a beginning of the sinking-in that I've just turned in the last term paper of my life-- unless you count the dissertation as a term paper on steroids. I had my sobbing spells after grad from high school and from college, and knowing that I'm never going to hand in another term paper is finally giving up the idea that I'm actually just running around here as a puffed-up undergrad.
Anyway, I'm going to hit the system .... firmly (can't go all out, I'm losing my voice as is) with some alcohol and go out in the rain with Diarmaid and probably other Trinners friends tonight. Farmers' market early tomorrow, then a hike in Bray and dinner at K's to meet her boy, Wassim.
Yep. Last term paper of my life. A PhD, should I choose to get one, isn't a taught course. Over here it ain't, anyhow.
I just saw In Bruges with Alon.
It broke me down. As the credits rolled I thought I was going to barf (half from a dying Colin-Farrell's-character looking just like Avi -- thinking of running into him's been stressing me out lately -- and half from sheer psycho-mind-fuckery... oh, and half from the graphic dying people) and started weeping instead. I've given him his fair chances and I respect his right to write, but personally I can't deal with Martin McDonagh's works.
Also? His American characters had American accents on Irish syntax/lexicon. They just didn't sound fully convincing. Did anyone else pick up on that?
Alon thought it was going to be an action comedy. Ha. But then my emoness could NOT deal with the way he was just intellectually analyzing it. Totally detached. Couldn't do it. But now we're making comfort food for dinner, so it should be okay.
Part of the weeping was undoubtedly a beginning of the sinking-in that I've just turned in the last term paper of my life-- unless you count the dissertation as a term paper on steroids. I had my sobbing spells after grad from high school and from college, and knowing that I'm never going to hand in another term paper is finally giving up the idea that I'm actually just running around here as a puffed-up undergrad.
Anyway, I'm going to hit the system .... firmly (can't go all out, I'm losing my voice as is) with some alcohol and go out in the rain with Diarmaid and probably other Trinners friends tonight. Farmers' market early tomorrow, then a hike in Bray and dinner at K's to meet her boy, Wassim.
Yep. Last term paper of my life. A PhD, should I choose to get one, isn't a taught course. Over here it ain't, anyhow.