On Saturday, the Lady Goose and I watched Face/Off on Netflix. After the movie, sitting at the kitchen table, I looked at the receipt for the dog stuff that I'd gotten in the mail that day, and noticed randomly that the brand of the rawhide chews was Castor and Pollux! I'm not sure what that portends for the coming week, but whatever it is*, I'm ready.
*as long as it isn't face-swap surgery and prison fights...
That fact that I genuinely enjoyed Spice World, and was able to watch it multiple times, to this day, is one of those things I can't figure out. It makes me feel like a stranger to myself...like a phantom limb or something.
"I'm looking for a woman who could wear, I don't know, like a sweatshirt with like, a bunch of bananas on it, but still look really confident and amazing."
I literally JUST sat through a combination emergency preparedness / protecting personal property training at my office building (I'm a male searcher in a company in which I am the only male, so my job is pretty easy...although finding yourself, especially in the midst of a chemical attack could be quite challenging) The police were talking all about how to keep your personal property safe. It was a little weird, though becuase the cop kept saying, "especially women, with you pocketbooks..." then talking about how sily women make themselves victims. To the point that it started to be a little grating... but this lady isn't helping the case.
It's pretty clear that this is a plot by the leaders of the New World Order to sneak NWO royalty off to their Mars colony right before destroying the earth. the rise of reality TV has just been the slow, frog-in-a-pot-of-water prep work for making us all complacent about the idea that we all are "selecting" these people. Either that, or it's all been a secret plot to make me love Kelly's perfect inset image selection skills. That damn bachelor alien is perfect.
I was thinking about this, and I actually really dislike age-categorizing literature. Let's just categorize them around meaningful descriptors. YA is really "unashamed to use readable language, sensible enough spend less than a full-ass page on a description of a vase, and not trying to hard to be Infinite Jest, all while having the goal of having the reader unconflictedly enjoy the story and characters..." although YA does have a certain snappiness to it...
Florence and the Elliptical Machine: Lunges
There. If bloggers are gonna act in whatever topsy-turvy manner they please, then commentators shall do likewise. Topic be damned, that's the pun I've been wanting to make ever since I had to return that CD* to the library** yesterday.
* **I should also be able to slip in a "I'm a hundred years old" joke in here too, since I mentioned both CDs and Libraries in the same eBreath...
There's a lot of hooey flying around out there about actors who always play the same person as if that's automatically a bad thing. Sometimes that person just fits in a lot of great stories in a lot of great ways. Sometimes that one character can have a lot of unexplored dimensions within it. Give me your Tom Cruises, Christopher Walkins, Harrison Fords* all day long with the right scripts and directors. We can't all be character actors, bless their little chameleon hearts.
*why is my list a middle-aged white dude club, someone help me out...
To this day, when anyone is wet and cold, I think about the two guys striping to their briefs and warming the grandpa up in the sleeping bag.
and tapping the hammer to get the deaf woman's attention, and the fake copper tube being used as a fuse (bad idea) and the solar still purifying the sea water.
But mostly the naked dudes and the old man.
Are there any literary analyses* of the prevalence of "humans encounter the other, and in befriending it, discover the humanity in all of us" theme in the late 70s to early 90s movies? I'm thinking batteries not included, ninja turles, never ending story, E.T. Encino Man, pete's dragon, and pretty much everything else from that era... Were we ever so warm and fuzzy about overcoming xenophobia?
*filmdrunk posts
Is it just me, or does cronuts sound like something some fun-loving and slangy dude in a late 80s, early 90s buddy / coming of age comedy would call his friend to suggest that his friend is lacking in knowledge of the sex. Like cro-magnon-nuts, like he's a stupid caveman with stupid caveman nuts. because cavemen were a thing then*.
Exhibit A
I felt a deep connection among all the ins today. Turning thirsty, maturity and self discovery tying into Leah Remini and her break from the church. Game of Thrones being a big, twisted family drama like scientology. Plus the Dlisted quote: "You don’t have the fucking rank to ask about Shelly." seemed to tie it all back to mean girls. The whole importance of arbitrary hierarchy in scientology makes it seem like it was developed by mean, petty people who wanted to create a structure to further magnify social stratification, because being a fuckload richer than most of the world wasn't enough to keep the thrill alive. And a breaking bad gag reel seems like the mischevious little brother dancing in the background of it all, making faces at the camera...
Everyday I:
a) get out of bed
b) exist in a world that is either completely random or ruled by a jealous, omnipotent jerkface
c) leave comments on the internet, and breathlessly await thumb-judgement
so I think I'm covered.
The lady Goose often sends me to pick them up during regular drug store visits, but we're kinda "get it on sale" nuts, so I'm kneeling there, picking them all up, studying the boxes and the item-count to try to figure out which ones are the ones on sale. I try to stave off the thought that the women around me think I have a weird fetish, and are trying to figure out what my criteria are...
EmergencyTexting In Movie Screening