my tummy hurts and so I babble.
In case anyone was wondering:
I think I have an arm fetish.
Apparently, Brian from Guster is living somewhere in the Portland region, which of course means I have to go stalk him all creepy like.
I thought 100 icon spaces would be enough... and yet. They're just little 100x100 pieces of pretty, and I can't get enough.
I got sucked into hell. I give up. As if purgatory wasn't distracting enough.
There is too much Halloween candy in my suite.
Jarhead is good and Jake Gyllenhaal is hot. Really hot. And the shower scene? guh.
Seriously, though, the movie is fantastic. While the ending was a bit of a let down, I agree with Prof. Rachel's critique - it was on purpose, and to prove a point. The war just ended for the Marines, and while they got a parade at the end, it really was so anti-climactic. (is there, or is there not, a hyphen in "anti-climactic"? I don't like the way it looks either way. oi.) And while I really like the repeating monologues at the beginning and ending, I think they should have ended with the monologue, and not had the comment about them still being in the desert. Because when you're talking Vietnam, you can get angsty about still being in a warzone. When you were at war for 4 days and never actually fired your weapon, you get less leeway. I did like the final shot, with the view outside his window becoming them in the desert again - maybe the line about them still being in the desert was too much when paired with that? Eh. Don't know.
And for the record? If I ever go to war, I'm wearing only Santa hats, too. :-)
CSI is my new obsession and I am madly in love with Greg and madly in lust with Warrick. And while the last episode was very blah, I forgive it and love them anyway.
That was a pointless entry.