Does This Seem Like I'm Bored?

Today at work is very slow, so this is MEGA-POST… that means it’s UBER-Long

Although I’ve grown pessimistic in my later years, I still do hold onto some wildly romantic idea of love. I’d like to think that love and homicidal tendencies come from the same place… that it’s the same fire that can ignite both… and the more homicidal a person is the more he or she can love…. well, a certain type of love. we’re all capable of so many different types of love. “the heart is an organ of fire” (Ralph Fiennes, The English Patient)… I’d love to fall in love and know that without a doubt this was the person with whom I wanted to be. I don’t know many people who can say that… who can say that their doubts haven’t been extreme… and that maybe, just maybe, they may have settled. It’d be impossible for me to settle. I’m just not wired in such a way. And maybe settling is being realistic. And perhaps I’m just unrealistic. And perhaps I’m too homicidal. Perhaps I won’t find someone I’ll want to murder half the time and fuck the other half.

MySpace Update:

This Tricked You banter was getting boring, so I made the move for us to “get together and see who has the better Dead-Pan.” And it’s not even that I feel like going out / dating / whatever… it’s more like we started emailing and we either totally stop or hang out, I guess. But anyway, I was doing my non-chalant thing… he emailed last Thursday, and I just emailed him back this afternoon… ‘cuz I’m like so cool. But now who’s cool?!?!? That stupid Tricked You motherfucker… he totally read me “let’s get together” email and hasn’t replied. He’s not supposed to play my little games… he’s supposed to just email back… you know, checking the Yes or No box like in 5th grade.


Holiday Movie Reviews from a Psycho Movie-holic:

Walk the Line:

Okay, okay, okay… I’m going to ‘walk the line’ on this one… I thought it was just MEDIOCRE. Perhaps I went in with insane expectations and was disappointed… who knows why – but I just didn’t like it all that much. Yes, I do want to fuck Joaquin Phoenix, but I wanted to fuck him after “Inventing the Abbotts.” My thoughts – every rockstar drinks too much, does too many drugs, cheats on his wife, has father issues… and the occasional death in the family. I mean, puhleaaze, can I say trite, commonplace, hackneyed, clichéd, and a million other adjectives that mean – SEEN IT A GAZILLION times before??? The best line… and one that can be used as an excuse for everything, “Elvis does it.”

Aeon Flux:

LaSassy warned me that this one hadn’t been pre-released to the critics for review. This almost never happens. When it does. It means the movie sucks-ass. Chicajato – this movie did Suck-Ass.

Capote:

See it. Phillip Seymour Hoffman = Brilliant. I love those eras where writing was more than having Oprah endorse your novel for her book club, but it was a lifestyle… where Harper Lee and Truman Capote were friends… and years before Hemingway and Fitzgerald and others wrote and smoked and drank wine and acted socially superior in Paris.

Harry Potter:

Long. Half the movie was superfluous. But I liked it nonetheless. If you like that Harry Potter world, this takes you right into it.

Just Friends:

I love Ryan Reynolds. I hate Alanis Morissette for taking him off the market (like I had a chance). But anyway, this movie could be good stoned, but I wasn’t, so it wasn’t.

Chicken Little:

Worth the Chicken Little break dancing at the end of the movie. I love when cartoon characters do the robot.

Derailed:

Slow start. Very slow start. Three quarters of the way through the twists and turns picked the pace up… but ultimately, NetFlix this and a word to the actors – Please practice your death scenes in front the mirror. Please! Come to the set prepared to die a good believable death.

Year-In-Concerts:

2 Nine Inch Nails shows
2 Tori Amos shows
1 Tegan and Sara
1 Billy Corgan
2 A Band Called Pain
1 Eenor
1 Jazz Festival
Hm. I thought it was more for some reason. More next year, I suppose.