I'm feeling conflicted.
Many things occurred. Some good. Some bad. Some ugly. Some awesome. I will do a quick run through of this weekend, and you'll have to deal with topics like the World Series, even though I don't care if you don't want to hear about it. Skip the post if it really gets your panties in that much of a twist. Not only that, I'm not going to cut for my pictures. They are only a total of about four scattered throughout the entry, but it will make this quite the entry to scroll through. I'm like the Napoleon of your Friends Page today, and it feels good.
I took Saturday as a day of rest. I did come into work for a few hours, but that wasn't terribly stressful. After work, I headed over to this neat little arthouse theater in "downtown" Chapel Hill that has one of those old school marquees outside, called the Varsity, to see The Darjeeling Limited.
I think the atmosphere of the theater that I went to see it in really lent itself to the whole experience. The basic summary of the movie is as follows: "Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other -- to become brothers again like they used to be. Their "spiritual quest", however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves stranded alone in the middle of the desert with eleven suitcases, a printer, and a laminating machine. At this moment, a new, unplanned journey suddenly begins." It's really just an incredibly special movie that I'm going to try and catch one more time next weekend, before it disappears from theaters. It makes me want to go to India, too, or at least study the culture.
After the movie, I went home and scared myself half to death with about three hours of Ghost Hunters and they just happened to be three of the most terrifying episodes from that season. It was a rough night, heh, especially living in a creaky old house (which, don't get me wrong, I adore!) with huge yards in the front and back. A good way to get into the Halloween spirit, I suppose.
Sunday was spent with me devouring a book I had bought YEARS ago and never read:
Diary by Chuck Palahniuk (who wrote Fight Club)
I read the whole thing, cover to cover during the morning and very early afternoon, while sitting on my front porch, enjoying the first real sunny crisp fall day we've had here in North Carolina. It was like being in a postcard. The tree that is in our front yard reminds me a lot of those trees you see in movies that are used to show the passing of time with the seasons, etc. Right now it's partially turned red and orange, with leaves scattered around the base. There was even a point where some low non-threating gray clouds loomed above, but only added to the atmosphere. (I'm a fall and winter junkie. Why I thought South Florida was a good idea, I don't know.)
Anyway, the actual book! Fantastic. Crazy. Loved it. I love books that actually make me think about life and my own personal philosophies. And it's a quick read at only 260-some pages. Highly recommended.
Sunday deteriorated for me, however...
Patriots vs. Redskins.
I keep telling myself that losing to a team 52 - 7 is character-building. I keep telling myself that we're just lulling the rest of the National Football League into a false sense of security before we burst forth with our awesome. (Yes, awesome is a noun in this case.) Here's a good summation from my favorite Sports Blog: "When the Patriots play another team, the other team may as well not fucking exist. I’m not blaming the announcers here. It’s hard to talk about the other team when they aren’t doing anything. I think the Patriots might break a bigger sweat in practice. In fact, I’m convinced of it. And yes, the Brady bounty will be increased later this week. Fucking Brady and his functional body." I don't know what else to say about it. I don't want to talk about it. All I will say is I look forward to unleashing some hate against the Jets next weekend.
There was one shining light of happy last night:
Unless you're living under some sensory-deprived rock, the Red Sox won the World Series last night, which makes me all shades of happy. At least one of my "Red"-prefixed teams pulled through for me last night. I don't want to hear any bitching about how you're sick of hearing about it. I've barely mentioned the series, so you can kiss my butt. I'm very happy that we won. Granted I didn't ring in this victory by getting champagne and beer poured on me in Kenmore Square (Boston) like I did for our last win, but I have to say our little gathering was just as nice and as crazy and kooky.
Other than that, with my birthday having passed, I have officially ushered in the holiday season. I know there are a lot of people who get really anti-holiday season for some reason. I don't push my early, um, ushering in on anyone else. It's just that this is my favorite time of year. My birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Then again I don't know why I am so damned thrilled about Christmas this year considering I'm spending it alone, but that's okay! It should still be a jolly good time. Har. Jolly. Whatever. All I know is I am so thrilled to get my Egg Nog Chai Latte from Starkbucks, before loading my arms up with presents for friends and family, while snuggling my cold nose under the scarf my stepmom got me from Ireland. Finding the perfect cards, all that nonsense. I'm a nerd, I know. I'm sorry.
Now I actually have some work to do.
I took Saturday as a day of rest. I did come into work for a few hours, but that wasn't terribly stressful. After work, I headed over to this neat little arthouse theater in "downtown" Chapel Hill that has one of those old school marquees outside, called the Varsity, to see The Darjeeling Limited.
I think the atmosphere of the theater that I went to see it in really lent itself to the whole experience. The basic summary of the movie is as follows: "Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other -- to become brothers again like they used to be. Their "spiritual quest", however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves stranded alone in the middle of the desert with eleven suitcases, a printer, and a laminating machine. At this moment, a new, unplanned journey suddenly begins." It's really just an incredibly special movie that I'm going to try and catch one more time next weekend, before it disappears from theaters. It makes me want to go to India, too, or at least study the culture.
After the movie, I went home and scared myself half to death with about three hours of Ghost Hunters and they just happened to be three of the most terrifying episodes from that season. It was a rough night, heh, especially living in a creaky old house (which, don't get me wrong, I adore!) with huge yards in the front and back. A good way to get into the Halloween spirit, I suppose.
Sunday was spent with me devouring a book I had bought YEARS ago and never read:
Diary by Chuck Palahniuk (who wrote Fight Club)
I read the whole thing, cover to cover during the morning and very early afternoon, while sitting on my front porch, enjoying the first real sunny crisp fall day we've had here in North Carolina. It was like being in a postcard. The tree that is in our front yard reminds me a lot of those trees you see in movies that are used to show the passing of time with the seasons, etc. Right now it's partially turned red and orange, with leaves scattered around the base. There was even a point where some low non-threating gray clouds loomed above, but only added to the atmosphere. (I'm a fall and winter junkie. Why I thought South Florida was a good idea, I don't know.)
Anyway, the actual book! Fantastic. Crazy. Loved it. I love books that actually make me think about life and my own personal philosophies. And it's a quick read at only 260-some pages. Highly recommended.
Sunday deteriorated for me, however...
Patriots vs. Redskins.
I keep telling myself that losing to a team 52 - 7 is character-building. I keep telling myself that we're just lulling the rest of the National Football League into a false sense of security before we burst forth with our awesome. (Yes, awesome is a noun in this case.) Here's a good summation from my favorite Sports Blog: "When the Patriots play another team, the other team may as well not fucking exist. I’m not blaming the announcers here. It’s hard to talk about the other team when they aren’t doing anything. I think the Patriots might break a bigger sweat in practice. In fact, I’m convinced of it. And yes, the Brady bounty will be increased later this week. Fucking Brady and his functional body." I don't know what else to say about it. I don't want to talk about it. All I will say is I look forward to unleashing some hate against the Jets next weekend.
There was one shining light of happy last night:
Unless you're living under some sensory-deprived rock, the Red Sox won the World Series last night, which makes me all shades of happy. At least one of my "Red"-prefixed teams pulled through for me last night. I don't want to hear any bitching about how you're sick of hearing about it. I've barely mentioned the series, so you can kiss my butt. I'm very happy that we won. Granted I didn't ring in this victory by getting champagne and beer poured on me in Kenmore Square (Boston) like I did for our last win, but I have to say our little gathering was just as nice and as crazy and kooky.
Other than that, with my birthday having passed, I have officially ushered in the holiday season. I know there are a lot of people who get really anti-holiday season for some reason. I don't push my early, um, ushering in on anyone else. It's just that this is my favorite time of year. My birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Then again I don't know why I am so damned thrilled about Christmas this year considering I'm spending it alone, but that's okay! It should still be a jolly good time. Har. Jolly. Whatever. All I know is I am so thrilled to get my Egg Nog Chai Latte from Starkbucks, before loading my arms up with presents for friends and family, while snuggling my cold nose under the scarf my stepmom got me from Ireland. Finding the perfect cards, all that nonsense. I'm a nerd, I know. I'm sorry.
Now I actually have some work to do.