Shaken While He Stirred
Feb. 7th, 2003 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
Ugh, does anyone have any remedies for aimless boredom and apathy? Grr...
As an attempt to get rid of said malaise, Sherri (Reah/Mamakitty et al) and I went out to rent movies. She, being the typical boy-crazy, Drew-Barrymore-worshipping girly-girl, got Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, which we hadn't watched yet. I spent an hour wandering around Hastings looking for a good movie that would make me just...bawl my eyes out. Don't ask why, but I've found that watching a movie that makes me cry a whole lot has this weird cathartic effect that leaves me feeling clear.
I saw The Iron Giant and felt the sentimental pangs of a good cry well up; it's been way too long since I've seen that movie, and it was a doozy. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. But 2 has it, so there's no need to rent. >:)
I settled for this movie called Wendigo instead. I heard a review for it on NPR or some such, and it sounded *really* good, so I snapped it up. It turned out to be...well, good, but mildly disappointing. It's a modern fable, a re-imagining of old myths into the mindset of today, and I totally dig that. The director/writer, though, left a lot of the connections and relationships between characters, particularly the Wendigo's motivations and reasons, very very vague. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a theory or two about them all, were I not very tired.
Ugh, does anyone have any remedies for aimless boredom and apathy? Grr...
As an attempt to get rid of said malaise, Sherri (Reah/Mamakitty et al) and I went out to rent movies. She, being the typical boy-crazy, Drew-Barrymore-worshipping girly-girl, got Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, which we hadn't watched yet. I spent an hour wandering around Hastings looking for a good movie that would make me just...bawl my eyes out. Don't ask why, but I've found that watching a movie that makes me cry a whole lot has this weird cathartic effect that leaves me feeling clear.
I saw The Iron Giant and felt the sentimental pangs of a good cry well up; it's been way too long since I've seen that movie, and it was a doozy. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. But 2 has it, so there's no need to rent. >:)
I settled for this movie called Wendigo instead. I heard a review for it on NPR or some such, and it sounded *really* good, so I snapped it up. It turned out to be...well, good, but mildly disappointing. It's a modern fable, a re-imagining of old myths into the mindset of today, and I totally dig that. The director/writer, though, left a lot of the connections and relationships between characters, particularly the Wendigo's motivations and reasons, very very vague. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a theory or two about them all, were I not very tired.
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Hey there, all...
Ugh, does anyone have any remedies for aimless boredom and apathy? Grr...
As an attempt to get rid of said malaise, Sherri (Reah/Mamakitty et al) and I went out to rent movies. She, being the typical boy-crazy, Drew-Barrymore-worshipping girly-girl, got <i>Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood</i>, which we hadn't watched yet. I spent an hour wandering around Hastings looking for a good movie that would make me just...bawl my eyes out. Don't ask why, but I've found that watching a movie that makes me cry a whole lot has this weird cathartic effect that leaves me feeling clear.
I saw <i>The Iron Giant</i> and felt the sentimental pangs of a good cry well up; it's been way too long since I've seen that movie, and it was a doozy. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. But 2 has it, so there's no need to rent. >:)
I settled for this movie called <i>Wendigo</i> instead. I heard a review for it on NPR or some such, and it sounded *really* good, so I snapped it up. It turned out to be...well, good, but mildly disappointing. It's a modern fable, a re-imagining of old myths into the mindset of today, and I totally dig that. The director/writer, though, left a lot of the connections and relationships between characters, particularly the Wendigo's motivations and reasons, very very vague. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a theory or two about them all, were I not very tired. <:) It had a really neat design for a digitigrade fursuit, though! And it would make a good springboard for an eventual short story. Must remember: "The more he eats, the bigger he gets. And the bigger he gets, the hungrier he gets."
Anywho, Hunter S. Thompson was just on Conan O'Brien. It was a great interview. :D Speaking of Conan, I think I'm going to have to keep a tab on how many times he's dissed <i>Kangaroo Jack</i> because he *seems* to make it a point to do it once every show.
Ugh, does anyone have any remedies for aimless boredom and apathy? Grr...
As an attempt to get rid of said malaise, Sherri (Reah/Mamakitty et al) and I went out to rent movies. She, being the typical boy-crazy, Drew-Barrymore-worshipping girly-girl, got <i>Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood</i>, which we hadn't watched yet. I spent an hour wandering around Hastings looking for a good movie that would make me just...bawl my eyes out. Don't ask why, but I've found that watching a movie that makes me cry a whole lot has this weird cathartic effect that leaves me feeling clear.
I saw <i>The Iron Giant</i> and felt the sentimental pangs of a good cry well up; it's been way too long since I've seen that movie, and it was a doozy. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. But 2 has it, so there's no need to rent. >:)
I settled for this movie called <i>Wendigo</i> instead. I heard a review for it on NPR or some such, and it sounded *really* good, so I snapped it up. It turned out to be...well, good, but mildly disappointing. It's a modern fable, a re-imagining of old myths into the mindset of today, and I totally dig that. The director/writer, though, left a lot of the connections and relationships between characters, particularly the Wendigo's motivations and reasons, very very vague. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a theory or two about them all, were I not very tired. <:) It had a really neat design for a digitigrade fursuit, though! And it would make a good springboard for an eventual short story. Must remember: "The more he eats, the bigger he gets. And the bigger he gets, the hungrier he gets."
Anywho, Hunter S. Thompson was just on Conan O'Brien. It was a great interview. :D Speaking of Conan, I think I'm going to have to keep a tab on how many times he's dissed <i>Kangaroo Jack</i> because he *seems* to make it a point to do it once every show.
