Woody Allen, Brad Bird, and a little Mamet

[travisezell]

I tried the staying-home-sick routine today. I'm still not sure what's wrong with me, exactly. Andy nailed it best when he described my symptoms as "the opposite of being on ecstasy." I over-feel everything everywhere, but with an emphasis on discomfort or mild pain. Even taste: everything seems overly rich in that so-sweet-it-tingles way and makes me feel a little sick. I'd say it's all sort of like that feeling of having your hair rubbed the wrong way, but maybe even that's an analogy most of you silky-soft-haired humans can't relate to.

Anyway, because even sitting at the computer is exhausting (oh, woe is me) I had a bit of a movie-watching fest today. Woody Allen's Play it Again, Sam and Bullets Over Broadway followed by Brad Bird's Ratatouille and (because that went well, except for the sitting-in-a-theatre part) The Incredibles. Oh, and Mamet, House of Games. (Those of you on Facebook can read my glib reviews, if you're so inclined.)

In closing, Brad Bird still equals awesome in my book.