A Musical Interlude, Cinematic Juxtaposition
Whee! Of all strange and bizarre occurrences in my life... I unwittingly and quite unexpectedly subjected to a live performance by AVRIL LAVIGNE at the Fairview Mall today. Oh yes indeed, I witnessed the biggest thing ever to come out of Napanee, ON, and good gawd what an event that was. I was quite amused by the performance put on by Ms. Lavigne ("a skater-punk, a dynamic spirit, a true wild child")* as she was "rockin' it out" onstage. There were hoards of 11 year-old children everywhere, screaming at the top of their lungs. This was quite ... unnerving, to say the least. But thankfully the whole hoopla lasted no more than thirty minutes, after which time the masses quickly dissipated through the vast reaches of The Mall.
So now you may be wondering what on Earth I was doing out at the Fairview Mall, practically out in the middle of Scarberia, witnessing the scene I've just described. Ah, you see, I was meeting up with AC, who was working security for the accursed show. It was supposed to be *over* before I arrived, but it seems there had been some kind of delay...
AC and I ended up going to the movies where we saw 50 First Dates with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. Whereas I'm sure the movies was supposed to be cute and wistful, it just came across as cloying and sickly. Adam Sandler's character seemed so disgenuine and sycophantic... I can't say I liked it at all, but then again the only reason I agreed to seeing it is because Drew Barrymore has got to be the hottest woman alive. Meow!
I watched The Shape of Things again last night (third time this week), which may explain why happy-cute romantic comedies are particularly loathsome to me right now. Meh. Everyone knows I'm bitter and jaded and believe that love is nothing but a perverse affectation of emotion, right? Right?
Something completely unrelated...
*This makes me laugh uproariously.
So now you may be wondering what on Earth I was doing out at the Fairview Mall, practically out in the middle of Scarberia, witnessing the scene I've just described. Ah, you see, I was meeting up with AC, who was working security for the accursed show. It was supposed to be *over* before I arrived, but it seems there had been some kind of delay...
AC and I ended up going to the movies where we saw 50 First Dates with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. Whereas I'm sure the movies was supposed to be cute and wistful, it just came across as cloying and sickly. Adam Sandler's character seemed so disgenuine and sycophantic... I can't say I liked it at all, but then again the only reason I agreed to seeing it is because Drew Barrymore has got to be the hottest woman alive. Meow!
I watched The Shape of Things again last night (third time this week), which may explain why happy-cute romantic comedies are particularly loathsome to me right now. Meh. Everyone knows I'm bitter and jaded and believe that love is nothing but a perverse affectation of emotion, right? Right?
Something completely unrelated...
*This makes me laugh uproariously.