Thirsty is not a mood
It was kind of strange and still is, going out without a real destination. I knew I needed a book so I departed in the direction of a street called Magnolia a tree not found in this part of the state. On the way to Borders and coffee I turned early and ran past the theater, fateful mistake? Nothing magic happened so I checked the times while a couple stared at me from across the street I stated back. I decided to see "the informant" at 9:40 Id already read the story about the man the film was based on but decided it would be worth it to see the film. In the mean time I needed literature of some kind and maybe caffeine.
Entering the book store and feeling the icy bast of AC I am met with the sheer horror of an entire rack of books with Glenn Beck's Face attached. What an utter tragedy, what a miserable wreck of a human being. This glossy fear mongering fuck is wearing a soviet uniform, the words over his head read "arguing with the stupid" or something. I wasn't sure if it was an invitation or an insult directed at the wiser folk of public life. I pass him by.
I wandered the store, DVD's; racks of nonsense, I wanted some truth, the thought of the mad moron putting out a book made my skin crawl. Finally after realizing the "journalism" had been collapsed into "general media" along with books about fluffy kittens I found my book. Hunter S Thompson: "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 72". Here is a good old angry dead guy to set my mood right.
I wandered some more and ended up in the magazine rack looking at art books and music mags that cost twice what my book was to cost and containing 50% print adds the other 50% was about things you could buy if you wanted too. I kept wondering if the subscribers to these sorts of magazines walk around major cities with all their architectural splendor staring at the ground out of fear that a rare designer shoe would escape their observance.
Wired magazine caught my eye. It was like the old days, bold proclamations about the future, snazzy cover art, almost Mondo 2000 levels of boldness. Abolish the NFL? Hey that sounds controversial! Opening it was a mistake.
The movie was okay, I thought it would be funnier but in the end it was pretty sad, only mildly funny but very charming in its way. It was weird buying the ticket, I dont usually pay full price but I was confronted with being at the front of a long line of people, alone on Saturday night. When she said 9 dollars I thought it was a mistake but, no thats what people pay for movies; people I quietly call suckers. I almost left but, fuck me I was bored, I pone-yd up and watched my goddamn movie. It was fun. I paid more for 2 hours of movie than 500 pages of book with tiny font.
Entering the book store and feeling the icy bast of AC I am met with the sheer horror of an entire rack of books with Glenn Beck's Face attached. What an utter tragedy, what a miserable wreck of a human being. This glossy fear mongering fuck is wearing a soviet uniform, the words over his head read "arguing with the stupid" or something. I wasn't sure if it was an invitation or an insult directed at the wiser folk of public life. I pass him by.
I wandered the store, DVD's; racks of nonsense, I wanted some truth, the thought of the mad moron putting out a book made my skin crawl. Finally after realizing the "journalism" had been collapsed into "general media" along with books about fluffy kittens I found my book. Hunter S Thompson: "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 72". Here is a good old angry dead guy to set my mood right.
I wandered some more and ended up in the magazine rack looking at art books and music mags that cost twice what my book was to cost and containing 50% print adds the other 50% was about things you could buy if you wanted too. I kept wondering if the subscribers to these sorts of magazines walk around major cities with all their architectural splendor staring at the ground out of fear that a rare designer shoe would escape their observance.
Wired magazine caught my eye. It was like the old days, bold proclamations about the future, snazzy cover art, almost Mondo 2000 levels of boldness. Abolish the NFL? Hey that sounds controversial! Opening it was a mistake.
The movie was okay, I thought it would be funnier but in the end it was pretty sad, only mildly funny but very charming in its way. It was weird buying the ticket, I dont usually pay full price but I was confronted with being at the front of a long line of people, alone on Saturday night. When she said 9 dollars I thought it was a mistake but, no thats what people pay for movies; people I quietly call suckers. I almost left but, fuck me I was bored, I pone-yd up and watched my goddamn movie. It was fun. I paid more for 2 hours of movie than 500 pages of book with tiny font.