Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Nines

I probably shouldn’t be writing anything this late at night. When it gets late, my brain gets going on creative tangents, yes, but it is also over-analytical and gets into things in great length.

To hell with it. I’ll try to summarize.

I watched the film The Nines starring Ryan Reynolds. This is the second time I have watched it. The first was with my ex and I was distracted. The ex got something from the film. I had grasped very little of it because my attention hadn’t been focused.

None-the-less, tonight, my full attention was devoted to watching the full film, uninterrupted.

I have to say: I love films like this. Films that pose questions about metaphysics and people’s perceptions of reality. I love when a film is complex and abstract enough that people can have something to talk about with other viewers, but can also take completely different stances in what they feel the film stated, and what they took personally from it, if anything, to incorporate into their lives.

This is one of those films. It isn’t an Inception, an Adjustment Bureau, or a What Dreams May come of a film because it is more minimalistic visually, but it is a good base. Looking at this objectively I can see where there were things the film might have been lacking, but it certainly wasn’t in the writing, or the attention to detail concept-wise.

I suggest people watch it. Then we can discuss.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

How Not To Do Laundry How Brains Work on Saturdays

(1) Walk into room
(2) Stand there
(3) Wonder what you came into said room for
(4) Ponder
(5) Ponder
(6) Ponder
(7) Look high and low for desired object/task
(8) Realize you're standing on the very thing you need: A giant pile of clothing.

How Not To Do Laundry How Brains Work on Saturdays.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Eye Candy Brain Candy.

I've recently developed a new celebrity crush.

Normally I'm pretty bad at this whole crush thing in the way that I sort of learn way too much information about the celebrity person...

Anyway, I am quitting while I'm ahead with this whole potential Ryan Reynolds addiction. I'm nipping it in the bud.

I've watched one half of an interview between he and Letterman and I had that sheepish girly grin (y'know, the one where your head is, like, rested on your palm and such, your cheek is smooshed essentially to your forehead and your eyes are all happy-squinty in an expression mimicking the one you had when you were 5 years old and woke up at 2 am on Christmas morning to find your brand new bike was right in front of the fireplace)?

Yea. I'm stopping myself right now.

..................just as soon as I watch the remaining 110 videos I found on YouTube.

Kidding. But it is a little tempting.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thank You for Not Sending

Dear Long Beach Verizon Internet:

Thank you for causing my Internet to go kaput momentarily right as it did, which in turn stopped me from sending an e-mail to my professor, confessing my lack of discipline in staying on track with his online class and inquiring as to whether or not I should even bother sending in my short midterm paper a week late.

Thank you for giving me that moment. That one little moment to pause, slow my heart rate down, breathe, swallow the sick-to-my-stomach-I-fucked-up-so-bad-now-how-am-I-going-to-get-straight-A's-this-semester feeling, and decide to be optimistic, hopeful, and inquiring enough to look at the syllabus...just in case.

But really, thank you! Because said midterm paper is not, in actuality, due until the 18th of October.

You saved me! I would have felt greatly psycho-analyzed had I revealed this lacking of responsibility as neurotically as it was written in my now-deleted e-mail to Dr. T, professor of philosophy, psychology and religion...especially after the last class chat on the topic of Freud's concepts of anal-retentive behavior and the likes.


Needs to get her shit together.