everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.
a. the third annual wretch thanksgiving for wretches (wretch thanksgiving for wretches III: back for more and now with a dozen additional bottles of wine) was, i think, a delightful success. once again, i managed to cook the turkey, and once again i turned the pan drippings into a nearly inedible gelatin-like gravy. the spectacularly odd assortment of dinner guests (intern i barely know from work! smartlikejustin's brother! the ex-roommate former known as the new kid!) all got along, and i had many embarrassing moments of warm, gooey thankfulness that this is these are the friends i have, that this is the life that i've made for myself.
b. on friday, we saw the fountain, which was aaaaah so good. i have no idea what happened, how it ended, or, for that matter, how it started, and it made pi look like a chris columbus film in terms of complexity, and i loved it.
c. experienced the perfect storm of distraction and procrastination on saturday, somehow ending up with exactly six hours to take a final exam that involved 25 true/false questions, 25 multiple choice questions, 10 short answer problems, the preparation of 15 power point slides and a 3 page essay on the strength of the causal relationship between cough suppressants and hemorrhagic stroke. good times, great oldies. i listened to the soundtrack to the fountain eight times from start to finish and got up exactly once to eat some four-day-old take-out straight from the container. whose bright idea was it to go back to school? i mean, seriously. seriously.
d. also feverishly read spin by robert charles wilson in a similarly manic six-hour sitting, and now i emerge from the weekend foggy and confused about why i'm not on a planet stuck in a time dilation field or traveling through space in a soap bubble. i tried to tell moireach about why this book was so amazing when we were in the car today, but i think i came off sounding like i had a head injury. time dilation! martian terraforming! intelligent alien nanobots! wormholes!
e. but, that reminds me, i read the book sitting at a coffee shop and for, i swear, twenty minutes straight, the barista sang the same lyric from "out tonight" from rent over and over and over, off-key. which is not surprising, because i'm actually pretty sure that no one has ever sung along to a song from rent on key. in case you can't tell, i kind of loathe the entire rent franchise. mostly it's irrational, but everyone always liked it a little tooooo much when i was in high school and college, and i also think that it gave people my age a crystalized (now extremely dated) idea of what it's like to live with HIV/AIDS. plus, i recently watched about twenty minutes of the movie on cable to see if i would hate it as much as i hated being forced to listen to the soundtrack in college, and "la vie boheme" and "we didn't start the fire" are totally the exact same song. i would actually argue that "we didn't start the fire" is actually a better song, because at least it's a laundry list of historical facts, and not a laundry list of things that are subjectively indicative of hipster culture.
f. google reader is totally taking my enjoyment of the internet to the next level. and between free porn, online banking and illegal music downloading, i didn't even know there was a next level.
g. one of the things that makes this show so amazing is that there's the impulse to say that any show that utilizes internal monologue as much as this show does must be relying heavily on tell-don't-show narration. but then there'll be this really awesomely great and completely unremarked-upon moment of show-don't-tell, like dexter and rudy both being extremely efficient at cutting rope and tearing duct tape when they're packing up the house.
b. on friday, we saw the fountain, which was aaaaah so good. i have no idea what happened, how it ended, or, for that matter, how it started, and it made pi look like a chris columbus film in terms of complexity, and i loved it.
c. experienced the perfect storm of distraction and procrastination on saturday, somehow ending up with exactly six hours to take a final exam that involved 25 true/false questions, 25 multiple choice questions, 10 short answer problems, the preparation of 15 power point slides and a 3 page essay on the strength of the causal relationship between cough suppressants and hemorrhagic stroke. good times, great oldies. i listened to the soundtrack to the fountain eight times from start to finish and got up exactly once to eat some four-day-old take-out straight from the container. whose bright idea was it to go back to school? i mean, seriously. seriously.
d. also feverishly read spin by robert charles wilson in a similarly manic six-hour sitting, and now i emerge from the weekend foggy and confused about why i'm not on a planet stuck in a time dilation field or traveling through space in a soap bubble. i tried to tell moireach about why this book was so amazing when we were in the car today, but i think i came off sounding like i had a head injury. time dilation! martian terraforming! intelligent alien nanobots! wormholes!
e. but, that reminds me, i read the book sitting at a coffee shop and for, i swear, twenty minutes straight, the barista sang the same lyric from "out tonight" from rent over and over and over, off-key. which is not surprising, because i'm actually pretty sure that no one has ever sung along to a song from rent on key. in case you can't tell, i kind of loathe the entire rent franchise. mostly it's irrational, but everyone always liked it a little tooooo much when i was in high school and college, and i also think that it gave people my age a crystalized (now extremely dated) idea of what it's like to live with HIV/AIDS. plus, i recently watched about twenty minutes of the movie on cable to see if i would hate it as much as i hated being forced to listen to the soundtrack in college, and "la vie boheme" and "we didn't start the fire" are totally the exact same song. i would actually argue that "we didn't start the fire" is actually a better song, because at least it's a laundry list of historical facts, and not a laundry list of things that are subjectively indicative of hipster culture.
f. google reader is totally taking my enjoyment of the internet to the next level. and between free porn, online banking and illegal music downloading, i didn't even know there was a next level.
g. one of the things that makes this show so amazing is that there's the impulse to say that any show that utilizes internal monologue as much as this show does must be relying heavily on tell-don't-show narration. but then there'll be this really awesomely great and completely unremarked-upon moment of show-don't-tell, like dexter and rudy both being extremely efficient at cutting rope and tearing duct tape when they're packing up the house.