Jan 26, 2005 16:17
One of the very few things I dislike about snow is how it sticks to the bottoms of shoes when you step onto something more static (we'll say the street while crossing). I hope I provided some small entertainment to onlookers as I tap-danced across intersections, irritated. I think people complain about how cold it is purely out of habit most of the time. In defense of the language and the sensation of being 'frozen' as communicated through desperate lips, I urge you to all to stop.
I've been ignorant of current events lately, and am feeling detached from the greater world. I just know someone out there could provide me the necessary pyramidical explanation of my emotions. Don't worry about it. Dropping by my parents' place is like a more subjective Peter Mansbridge experience these days. "Did you hear what George said?"... "The word just got in, Canada really isn't too sure about gays either", etc... A lot of it rings hollow in my ears because I haven't been contributing my brain to the collective debate in a big way recently, though we are all pretty well bound to it, speaking not of underground alternatives.
Does anyone know where I could find a cheap (er than $40-$50) copy of either "Sanjuro" or "Yojimbo"? They would make nice additions to the collection.