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May 18, 2005

My phone is working now, so you can call me. I'm also starting work at Dunkin Donuts Saturday so soon I should have some stuff to talk about on here. Till then it's one-man band practice in my living room.

I talked to a former roommate the other day. He was very excited about some upcoming space movie whose name is again difficult to remember. Anyway, after my initial cynical/scathing response, he linked me to some reviews. They weren't glowing or anything, but they weren't what I expected.

Apparently this reclusive filmmaker has become so incompetent that he reached the infinite incompetence event horizon and surpassed it, swinging parabolically into a movie that was so incompetently made that the plot itself rebelled. The gist is that because absolutely nothing happened in the last two films and rather a lot has to happen before the fourth (which we've already seen), all of the plot points which were neglected before have to be squeezed into this one. I myself mentioned this to some of you several months ago as proof that the movie couldn't possibly be any good.

However, the majority of reviewers claim that while the plot events themselves are very badly presented, because of time constraints, they have all been compressed to a point where they are relatively painless. Witnesses claim that this quick-paced presentation of really bad scenes causes a sort of zoetrope effect; the movie actually seems to go somewhere.

So despite all my mighty cynicism shields and my arrays of turbomockers, it appears that I didn't expect small, one-man word-of-mouth to pose any threat. While I was easily swatting aside a large-scale advertising assault (I have booed stright through the trailer TWICE, once at Sin City and once at Hitchhiker's Guide) it appears that a seed of doubt has maneuvered straight down into my core, setting off a chain reaction that I can only describe as grudging anticipation for a film that I know is bound to disappoint.
Nick ::: 3:11 PM ::: 0 comments

May 16, 2005

Between what i brought with me from Athens and what my dad inherited from his dad, what was once my bedroom is now a solid mass of boxes in various stages of unpacking. It's so bad that my computer is sitting on a cat carrier three feet away from the desk where my monitor is, and I am typing from the bed. It's actually rather comfortable. I can't actually see what I'm typing, though, so I hope you'll forgive any typos. So long as my cat doesn't deside to come sit in my lap (where the keyboard is) everything should be fine.

That whole paragraph was an unorthodox announcement that I am in Alpharetta. At least until I get recalled for the final stages of househunting. My roommate-to-be is currently in Chicago. Which is lovely considering we don't know where we're living in the fall. But you take that shit as it comes, am I right?

Having a pretty marvelous time so far, playing guitar and video games all day long. I actually sing these days. You should shame me into playing a song for you. Or maybe not. Depends on your tolerance for, uhm, INSANE MUSICAL GENIUS. Right.

I find it remarkable what a difference a few days of relaxation can have on my life outlook. I was all emo about that incomplete class little more than a week ago, but now I generally feel fine.

Does anyone want to go see a movie? I'm up for anything short of that fucking space movie that's coming out. The one with all the corporate endorsements. The name of it seems to have slipped my mind as a result of the nigh-miraculous bouts of amnesia I get when exposed to very high levels of egotism and greed and very low levels of good movie. But the last two films I've seen have been Sin City and the Hitchhiker's Guide, so I'm feeling pretty good toward hollywood at the moment. I'm also feeling very good toward Blues Traveler.

Jesus. Somebody fucking IM me already.
Nick ::: 11:19 PM ::: 0 comments