"You know, Wobbles...I'm kinda mad at you."
Stupidly cold weather in April, thou art an intolerable offense and I spit on thee. Three times.
Last weekend Layla and I came home for one night the day before the party and randomly decided we should finally see Watchmen. Sans Shep, because he "doesn't like super heroes," though I tried to tell him based on what I've heard about Watchmen that that's kind of a hilariously ironic reason to not want to see this movie. But then both theatres in our town only had two showings of it all day, and not one late enough. WTF. I was sad.
So instead we just rented Once Upon a Time In the West, which I ended up just watching by myself later and enjoyed immensely. Before that we hung out at Shep's, where Jason once again showed up most likely in hopes of seeing me, and that's beginning to become just slightly awkward. We watched the pilot of Dead Like Me, which seems like an awesome show, though with all the other shows I plan to get to I don't think I'm ready to commit to it anytime soon. My fears I had when I first heard about DLM about many elements of it being too similar to a book I want to write called The Carrier (which is more of a ridiculous knee-jerk reaction than something influenced at all by me getting ahead of myself with concerns about how publishable it would be) were confirmed even more than I feared. D:
Recently I also finally watched the Director's Cut of Dark City which Layla got me for Christmas. As far as I could tell there isn't really that much additional material, which is fine with me because I don't have to feel all conflicted about which version is the "real" one. LOL. I'm just surprised now because I'd seen comments like "The characters are much more developed and fleshed-out in the director's cut," though I kind of cocked an eyebrow at that in the first place because the whole point of the story is that the characters are living with superficial, forced identities and are too confused to show much depth. It's worth seeing, but people seem to be blowing the differences out of proportion.
I felt so crappy last night I thought I was actually becoming seriously ill, which pretty much never happens to me. I still have a sore throat but felt functional in the morning, which is good because I otherwise would have had to go get a doctor's note in order to make up my Geology test and doctor's notes are the most dumbass concept ever. There are a great many incapacitating conditions that are no more detectable by a professional than anyone else. Especially if you get migraines. Or you're female. Ahem.
Oh wait...except I'm planning to drop out of school so none of this matters. Except I figure I might as well get my money's worth and finish the classes. And it's really hard to let go of the notion that's been pounded in my head all my life that any of this matters in the grand scheme of my entire hopefully long life, so it still feels secure and comforting to go through the daily ritual of School. Basically.
Last weekend Layla and I came home for one night the day before the party and randomly decided we should finally see Watchmen. Sans Shep, because he "doesn't like super heroes," though I tried to tell him based on what I've heard about Watchmen that that's kind of a hilariously ironic reason to not want to see this movie. But then both theatres in our town only had two showings of it all day, and not one late enough. WTF. I was sad.
So instead we just rented Once Upon a Time In the West, which I ended up just watching by myself later and enjoyed immensely. Before that we hung out at Shep's, where Jason once again showed up most likely in hopes of seeing me, and that's beginning to become just slightly awkward. We watched the pilot of Dead Like Me, which seems like an awesome show, though with all the other shows I plan to get to I don't think I'm ready to commit to it anytime soon. My fears I had when I first heard about DLM about many elements of it being too similar to a book I want to write called The Carrier (which is more of a ridiculous knee-jerk reaction than something influenced at all by me getting ahead of myself with concerns about how publishable it would be) were confirmed even more than I feared. D:
Recently I also finally watched the Director's Cut of Dark City which Layla got me for Christmas. As far as I could tell there isn't really that much additional material, which is fine with me because I don't have to feel all conflicted about which version is the "real" one. LOL. I'm just surprised now because I'd seen comments like "The characters are much more developed and fleshed-out in the director's cut," though I kind of cocked an eyebrow at that in the first place because the whole point of the story is that the characters are living with superficial, forced identities and are too confused to show much depth. It's worth seeing, but people seem to be blowing the differences out of proportion.
I felt so crappy last night I thought I was actually becoming seriously ill, which pretty much never happens to me. I still have a sore throat but felt functional in the morning, which is good because I otherwise would have had to go get a doctor's note in order to make up my Geology test and doctor's notes are the most dumbass concept ever. There are a great many incapacitating conditions that are no more detectable by a professional than anyone else. Especially if you get migraines. Or you're female. Ahem.
Oh wait...except I'm planning to drop out of school so none of this matters. Except I figure I might as well get my money's worth and finish the classes. And it's really hard to let go of the notion that's been pounded in my head all my life that any of this matters in the grand scheme of my entire hopefully long life, so it still feels secure and comforting to go through the daily ritual of School. Basically.