Inaugural post
Sadly, I felt compelled to look up "inaugural" to ensure that I had spelled it correctly in my title; thankfully, I was not disappointed by my single talent: typing quickly.
I love LA Confidential, yet hate most of De Palma's recent (re: since The Untouchables) work; should I see The Black Dahlia? Tough one; I'll probably skip it due to no one I know wanting so see it with me (Brendan doesn't count; he'd encourage us to see paint dry if I asked him with enthusiasm to go with me).
Brendan moved, which widens our circle of travel; until he gets a car (fingers crossed, though not without a good deal of hope more than faith) it's a 17-20 minute trip to get to his place from mine, and a further 20 mintues from there in the opposite direction to get to James's house for roleplaying. If B gets a job that pays alright and chips in for my gas, I guess I wouldn't mind, but that'll cut into our already premium-rated time, I'm afraid.
Those fuckers'll never fix Arnrock. ;)
Took on a project of arrogance more than bravery or dramatic inspiration: memorize Rime of the Ancient Mariner by the end of the semester. Now he's talking about a lottery drawing for early reading dates, as the last day will never have enough time for half of the presentations; if I receive a day too soon, it would obviously be bad, but I think he'll be understanding towards my situation, given that Rime was my idea in the first place. Thank goodness for sympathetic teachers.
Already have the first 3 pages memorized and recitable at will without variation from the text; only 30-something to go. :)
Nothing dramatic to report; Kelly was sent off well last night by James, Jen, Brendan and myself. She was having a bad time of it for a bit, but getting rid of her nasty spaghetti dinner and talking with Steve on the phone (the fucker blew her off for the evening, the promised and much-anticipated last time he was going to see her; we drove the hour to get there the second she told us about his "decision" to stay away because of homework) settled her enough. Our presence seemingly meant a lot to her, and I don't think anyone harbors anything but satisfaction that we were able to be there for her one last time before the Air Force. In all that we do, she will be thought of often ("Man, if Kelly was here, she'd have punched you in the mouth!" ;) )
New Iron Maiden album is, upon a first listen, a decided "meh". Breaks my heart, but Bruce seems just to be shouting cliched lyrical patterns of the same old shit into the mike while uninspired guitars play forgettably in the background. The axes were the frontlines of their last two efforts, so to hear them relegated to the chorus of Dickenson's disappointingly uncreative vocal schemes is heartbreaking. That the songs are an average of 7.5 minutes each (at least) is even more depressing, as few show any level of variation beyond the next shouted rambling with emphatic chords behind it. To have that much talent and time and to toss it aside is a shame; at least the album was on sale. Ah, well; I'll listen a few more times, as my commute is an hour a day total anyway, and see if it grows on me. God, I hope so.
Wonder how long Crank will remain the last movie that I watched in theaters? Can't muster the energy to see Lady in the Water or Cars at the 3$ show, and nothing is coming out that I give a shit about (possible exception listed above notwithstanding).
Love how apparently I am such an irrestible temptation or undeniable frustration to girls that, once they like me and declare such, the topic must be avoided at all costs, as well as any form of acting upon that. Either that, or they blow me off altogether, so I no longer complicate their life. Am I getting to the point where my superhappycouple friends irritate me with their PDA, or do I just remember too well the days when I was in his position? Numero dos, mis compadres.
I was worried about something for a bit that I am thrilled not to have to worry about anymore, so it seems. A bit sad for my undernourished ego's sake, but supremely pleased for the sake of my circle and its continued solidarity.
I should type synopses of our roleplaying stuff here, as my players probably read this, and it would be good to remind us all (me especially) what's going on; I'm not sure when the next playtime can be (the Chaplin movie thing this Friday at 8:00 kinda nixes that, so Monday, I guess), so it'd be good just to keep it in mind. I have stuff to type now, though, so hopefully later.
I love LA Confidential, yet hate most of De Palma's recent (re: since The Untouchables) work; should I see The Black Dahlia? Tough one; I'll probably skip it due to no one I know wanting so see it with me (Brendan doesn't count; he'd encourage us to see paint dry if I asked him with enthusiasm to go with me).
Brendan moved, which widens our circle of travel; until he gets a car (fingers crossed, though not without a good deal of hope more than faith) it's a 17-20 minute trip to get to his place from mine, and a further 20 mintues from there in the opposite direction to get to James's house for roleplaying. If B gets a job that pays alright and chips in for my gas, I guess I wouldn't mind, but that'll cut into our already premium-rated time, I'm afraid.
Those fuckers'll never fix Arnrock. ;)
Took on a project of arrogance more than bravery or dramatic inspiration: memorize Rime of the Ancient Mariner by the end of the semester. Now he's talking about a lottery drawing for early reading dates, as the last day will never have enough time for half of the presentations; if I receive a day too soon, it would obviously be bad, but I think he'll be understanding towards my situation, given that Rime was my idea in the first place. Thank goodness for sympathetic teachers.
Already have the first 3 pages memorized and recitable at will without variation from the text; only 30-something to go. :)
Nothing dramatic to report; Kelly was sent off well last night by James, Jen, Brendan and myself. She was having a bad time of it for a bit, but getting rid of her nasty spaghetti dinner and talking with Steve on the phone (the fucker blew her off for the evening, the promised and much-anticipated last time he was going to see her; we drove the hour to get there the second she told us about his "decision" to stay away because of homework) settled her enough. Our presence seemingly meant a lot to her, and I don't think anyone harbors anything but satisfaction that we were able to be there for her one last time before the Air Force. In all that we do, she will be thought of often ("Man, if Kelly was here, she'd have punched you in the mouth!" ;) )
New Iron Maiden album is, upon a first listen, a decided "meh". Breaks my heart, but Bruce seems just to be shouting cliched lyrical patterns of the same old shit into the mike while uninspired guitars play forgettably in the background. The axes were the frontlines of their last two efforts, so to hear them relegated to the chorus of Dickenson's disappointingly uncreative vocal schemes is heartbreaking. That the songs are an average of 7.5 minutes each (at least) is even more depressing, as few show any level of variation beyond the next shouted rambling with emphatic chords behind it. To have that much talent and time and to toss it aside is a shame; at least the album was on sale. Ah, well; I'll listen a few more times, as my commute is an hour a day total anyway, and see if it grows on me. God, I hope so.
Wonder how long Crank will remain the last movie that I watched in theaters? Can't muster the energy to see Lady in the Water or Cars at the 3$ show, and nothing is coming out that I give a shit about (possible exception listed above notwithstanding).
Love how apparently I am such an irrestible temptation or undeniable frustration to girls that, once they like me and declare such, the topic must be avoided at all costs, as well as any form of acting upon that. Either that, or they blow me off altogether, so I no longer complicate their life. Am I getting to the point where my superhappycouple friends irritate me with their PDA, or do I just remember too well the days when I was in his position? Numero dos, mis compadres.
I was worried about something for a bit that I am thrilled not to have to worry about anymore, so it seems. A bit sad for my undernourished ego's sake, but supremely pleased for the sake of my circle and its continued solidarity.
I should type synopses of our roleplaying stuff here, as my players probably read this, and it would be good to remind us all (me especially) what's going on; I'm not sure when the next playtime can be (the Chaplin movie thing this Friday at 8:00 kinda nixes that, so Monday, I guess), so it'd be good just to keep it in mind. I have stuff to type now, though, so hopefully later.