Aug 10, 2009 15:32
Embarrassing confession time:
Whenever I check my email, and there are no new mails, instead of something neutral like "I have no new mails" I say "No one loves me".
Martin still hasn't answered my question about his preferences concerning the security guard. Because he did reply to something else I mentioned, and in fact has been online quite a bit afterwards, I'm left to ponder whether this indicates that inquiring such things is invasive and inproper, or that Martin takes these things so seriously that he cannot answer the question before actually seeing whether he would shag him, and is in the middle of checking it in practise. Hmm. Which could be more likely?
There was much thinking of Chris Evans during the weekend. Today, after calling the embassy and the department amanuensis, I'm very agitated. I have to meet with the professor and call the Health Care Association to ask them if I need any shots. There's a sort of brain infection thing that mosquitoes carry, but it should affect people mainly in the boondocks. But since it appears that people living in slums have also gotten it, I want to ask if I should get a shot for it on the off chance that I'm going to be living in a slum.
Chris Evans did a movie called Fierce People. It seems that very many people have never even heard of this movie, let alone seen it, which I think is true for like about a good third of his body of work though, to be honest. It's based on a novel by some guy Dirk Wittenborn that I developed a very strong urge to read. I've never heard of this guy. But then again, neither have I heard of some of the people who I gather are blurping it. I know Brett Easton Ellis, though. I wonder if this means they write similar sort of books.
I'm kind of put off by the fact that there isn't a Wikipedia article on either Dirk Wittenborn or this novel, because lately I've done exactly what I once feared I would do if I gave in to Wikipedia, which is gauging the importance of things from their Wikipedia articles. It'd be one thing for Dirk Wittenborns article to be short and the books only a stub saying it was a novel by Dirk Wittenborn. But to have no article at all. Rather discouraging, I'd say.
But I suppose this is what the back cover says:Fifteen-year-old Finn Earl's mother, Liz, is a thirty-two-year-old masseuse with a taste for cocaine. When Liz's habit forces them to flee the city, they find protection under the wing of one of her clients, ageing billionaire Mr Osborne. In Vlyvalle, a golden playground for the super-rich, Finn discovers a people who are stranger and more savage than any tribe in National Geographic. Offered a new life and new friends, he falls in love and grows up fast. But, on what should be the happiest night of his life, on an island in the middle of a private lake, naked and high with Osborne's bewitching granddaughter, someone is watching him from the depths of the forest and laughing.
It sounds like some creepy-ass book I've read before. Now, if only I knew which book, and if I liked it or hated it.
gay,
movies,
books,
embarrassing confession time