November 15th, 2003

elijah

Matrix Gay Kissing

I haven't even seen Matrix Revolutions yet, but this cracked me up again and again and again....

Last night I went to the video rental store and looked for something to watch or rewatch. I walked past Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, Chicago, The Two Towers, The Italian Job, Hulk, Legally Blonde 2, 28 Days Later, The Hours, Terminator 3, Hollywood Homicide, Willard, Anger Management, The Core, Bulletproof Monk...my film-freak cred is slipping away. None of these motivated me to pick the box up off the shelf. I've seen the first four already; so far haven't felt like watching any of them again, though I'll probably rewatch The Italian Job at some point. Movies are coming and going in the theaters and I say ehhh. Still haven't watched the second half of "Lineage" either.

Sudden changes in personality can be symptomatic of a brain tumor, I understand.

Very shortly I'm going to sit down at my computer and write. I swear by all that is holy that I will write at least...one sentence!

Sudden changes in topic. Has anyone read this book called "Beautiful Bodies"? I picked it up in Target in Grand Forks, looking for something to read. I read the first chapter and it's just so single-hetero-womanly (the joy of sex! the angst of loft-space!) I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep my eyes open long enough to make it through the remaining 300 pages. Does it get better?

By the way, you may have heard the term "chick lit" and thought to yourself, "Here's a dismissive genre label under which a diverse and respectable collection of works is getting unfairly lumped." But you apparently have not visited the books section of a Target Superstore yet. They had a whole section of shelf turfed off for their chick lit collection, rows of desperately kicky books squeezed together side by side like thin, glossy girls at a cocktail party. Some were part of a series, as cookie-cutter as kids' books--The Flighty Shopper, or something like that. The Flighty Shopper Finds Love! The Flighty Shopper Buys Shoes! The books section as a whole was kind of tragic. The Target Superstore was easily the size of three or four high school football fields. The books section was about the same size as your average SUV. I'm not even joking.

In other news, Spike needs a new boyfriend. Viggo died and Spike spent a while cuddling with Liam Neeson, but he seems to be craving someone new. Fickle little pansy. Who should Spike's next hunk of man-love be? Cast a write-in ballot in the Deranged Fantasy Head Elections, now taking place in the State of Anna.
elijah

Bang Bang, You're Dead

IMDb.com gives this movie 8 stars. Huh. It's been playing on mute for the last hour and it looks kind of incoherent to me, but then many things do when they're on mute. Randy Harrison is in it--there are many scenes of him wearing quasi-survivalist goth gear (black covert-ops type jackets, jeans, and cap) and shooting guns. The movie's about Columbine-style high school violence. Actually, the more I see of it, the more disturbing it looks to be. I don't remember there being a lot of violence in my own high school. I sometimes get an inkling that things have changed a lot since 1985. Jesus. That was almost 20 years ago. Way to freak myself out.

On my friends list people are writing slash stories dealing with such popular kinks as larval gestation and statuatory rape between stepbrothers. Larvae and incest are so trendy these days.

*places hand over mouth to stifle a delicate yawn*

But seriously. Great stuff from wiseacress and josselin, which you were probably reading already. I'm still catching up. I'm also out of it half the time to begin with. I am probably the only one left who doesn't understand this whole QaF Poland-Austria concept, for example. Somehow I missed the initial phase of that meme where it was conceived and explained, and only started to notice the references when they had become cryptic shorthand cropping up in icons or passing remarks. "I just got back from Poland," people might say, and everyone else nods meaningfully and pats them on the shoulder while I slink away, too lazy to rectify my ignorance by asking the simple question, What does it all mean?

I have not even written one sentence yet today. I have yawned a lot though. I think I have yawning sickness. Not sleeping sickness, but yawning. It's not as severe, but you'll throw your jaw out right quick if you're not careful.

Oh, and by the way: Keanu Reeves as the Buddha. Keanu Reeves as the Buddha!

*dies laughing*