Friday, February 25, 2005

This Sunday, who will win?



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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Darkly.



This is a still from Richard Linklater's upcoming film, "A Scanner Darkly," starring Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder. The movie, a thriller based upon Philip K. Dick's creepy sci-fi novel about twisted drug addiction, is to be animated like "Waking Life," which should add an interesting touch to the narrative and look to the film.

I like Linklater. I like Dick.

So this should be awesome.

Don't come around here no more?



Last night, after sitting at my laptop to outline a potential story and instead playing a couple dozen games of computer pinball, I realized that I have a sort of writer's block that's new to me.

All my best essays, my most profound and deep (yes, I find my own essays profound and deep), have been written while I was depressed, in a mild funk or just experiencing a general malaise. "Circle," for instance, is just about the darkest I've ever gone.

An essay I wrote for my writing class, which started a couple weeks ago, dealt with my teenage thoughts of suicide, and it was met with all sorts of praise.

When I'm happy, I feel like the quality's not there in my writing. When I try to branch out and write fiction (which I've been trying to focus my attention on for the weeks that I've been gone from here), I feel like the words aren't coming because they're not supposed to come that way. When I write fiction, I feel out-of-my-element. I feel like a fake.

It's not yet working the way I want it to work. I need to find the way to make it work.

Of course, there's something else going on.

I haven't felt like writing much lately. I haven't felt like bitching much lately. I haven't felt like using the blog to vent about personal slights and injustices and bitter, little observations. I haven't had fun Kacoon stories to tell. I haven't had to worry about never finding love or talk about how bad being alone on Valentine's Day is.

Because I'm in love. Really in love. Really, really, really in love. Like Cupid-knocked-me-upside-the-head in love. I'm secure enough to know that this relationship is real and serious. And I'm all in it. I'm all with the flower-buying. The afternoon naps. The cozy snuggling. The saccharine silliness.

Yesterday, I bought him veggie burgers.

Then, eager to do something for us in my clean kitchen, I made a chocolate layer cake. Devil's food. I didn't know how to properly layer it, so the top layer fell apart while I was frosting it. The cake looks like it exploded.

I called him about it, and we laughed.

Those of you in-the-know know about my relationship already. I don't really want to talk about it here, for I like the idea that I have something private, something that belongs to me.

Besides, I have more than myself to consider in regard to my relationship, so I'm going to do that.

I love him. I love him terrible. I love, love, love him.

But, beyond my happiness, I sorta have an irksome new lesson to learn.

How can I - the supposed former perpetual victim drowning in his own issues - write now that I'm happy?

I can't and won't sacrifice my happiness. Maybe, though, I can write around it.

So, to keep up with the writing and to keep up with "my voice," I'm going to use the blog as a tool. It'll help me keep up with the writing practice, anyway.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

When life takes hold.



I can't tell you guys exactly where my head is. I don't really want to do so, and I realize that no one's really asking me to do so.

As I said earlier, I'm on hiatus. I don't know for how long. Maybe a long time. Maybe I'll check in on occasion.

Life is changing, and I'm going with it.

In the meantime, feel free to check on the blogs at the sidebar, or you could read some of my older essays.

I don't know when I'll be back. What started off as a short break has grown into something else entirely. I'm learning the value of keeping things to myself.

As you've seen, I will check in sporadically to see what's going on or to look at the counter, though I don't know if anyone ever actually reads this site anymore.

This isn't goodbye. Things have just changed so much since even New Year's. I'm working on projects that take me away from here. And I'm hanging out with a whole new set of people.

Life is good. Really, really good.

While I'm in the middle of it, though, I don't want to share it. I just want for it to be as good as it is for as long as it can be.

This blog has done a lot for me. It helped me understand myself better. It helped me cope with problems that I was having. And, personally, it helped me to appreciate my trip to London more. Those entries are, I think, my personal favorites.

Anyway, e-mail me. I'm still around.

See you later.



Thursday, January 27, 2005

Ask for the Wolfman.



One year ago this week, Gallery Furniture's "Wolfman" - of the famous local "Wolfman and Donna" ad campaign - died.

For those of you who don't know, the Wolfman owned a chain of furniture stores. One in College Park, the other in Gainesville. Sometime in the '80s, when I was growing up, the Wolfman's daughter Donna started appearing alongside him in the ads.

And, in the ads, they'd fight over who got to say the closing line.

It was either "Ask for the Wolfman!" or "Ask for Donna!"

If it sounds really silly to you, trust me, it was.

When I heard about it on January 26, 2004, I e-mailed my friend Jenipher to give her the sad, sad news. Jenipher moved to Chicago (and away from Gallery Furniture) over five years ago, but the news still rocked her to her core.

She kept the resulting e-mail exchange, and, in honor of the Wolfman, I present it to you now.
__________

RILEY: The Wolfman from Gallery Furniture apparently died this weekend. I thought you might want to know.
JENIPHER: Arrrrghhh!!! Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I met Donna once ... I went there looking for a coat rack. It was a very special day.
RILEY: I recalled the day that you met Donna. Thus, I felt the need to break the news to you.
JENIPHER: I hope I can make it through the day.
RILEY: But Jenny, now all you have to do, if you're ever feeling down or feeling as though your furniture's not quite right, just ask - silently as though in prayer - for the Wolfman. And I'm sure that, no matter what plane of existence he's on, he'll be there for you.
JENIPHER: I’ll have to ask for Donna now ... once I leave this world, I’ll be able to ask for the Wolfman.
RILEY: He's probably helping Jesus pick out a dinette set for $59 in that great big Gallery Furniture in the sky.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Oscar contest.

Last year's Oscar contest allowed me the chance to talk movies with other bloggers and meet new people, so this year - in spite of my personal sabbatical from new posts - I thought I would again open up my private Oscar contest to any of the blog readers who wanted to sign up.

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I look forward to defeating all of you with my vast movie knowledge! Make no mistake, I will win!!!

2004 Oscar nominations.

BEST PICTURE:

THE AVIATOR
FINDING NEVERLAND
MILLION DOLLAR BABY
RAY
SIDEWAYS

BEST ACTOR:

Don Cheadle - HOTEL RWANDA
Johnny Depp - FINDING NEVERLAND
Leonardo DiCaprio - THE AVIATOR
Clint Eastwood - MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Jamie Foxx - RAY

BEST ACTRESS:

Annette Bening - BEING JULIA
Catalina Sandino Moreno - MARIA FULL OF GRACE
Imelda Staunton - VERA DRAKE
Hilary Swank - MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Kate Winslet - ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

BEST DIRECTOR:

Clint Eastwood - MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Taylor Hackford - RAY
Mike Leigh - VERA DRAKE
Alexander Payne - SIDEWAYS
Martin Scorsese - THE AVIATOR

BEST ANIMATED FILM:

THE INCREDIBLES
SHARK TALE
SHREK 2

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY:

THE AVIATOR
ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND
HOTEL RWANDA
THE INCREDIBLES
VERA DRAKE

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY:

BEFORE SUNSET
FINDING NEVERLAND
MILLION DOLLAR BABY
THE MOTORCYCLE DIARIES
SIDEWAYS

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR:

Alan Alda - THE AVIATOR
Thomas Haden Church - SIDEWAYS
Morgan Freeman - MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Jamie Foxx - COLLATERAL
Clive Owen - CLOSER

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS:

Cate Blanchett - THE AVIATOR
Laura Linney - KINSEY
Virginia Madsen - SIDEWAYS
Sophie Okonedo - HOTEL RWANDA
Natalie Portman - CLOSER

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Hiatus.



I'm entertaining the notion of taking a break from the blog for a few weeks, but I don't know for certain if that's what I'm going to do.

I've got a lot going on lately, and I just want to focus my energies on that, rather than posting journal entries.

If something comes up, I will certainly write about it.

It's personal. It's business. And it's creative. It's not emotional. There's nothing wrong.

I just need to focus my mind somewhere else.

I thought the six of you who read this regularly might want to know that.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

The jackpot question in advance.

For New Year's, I went out with CJ and Solenn. I wore a funny hat. I hit on a guy who looked a little like Lupo. (I'm a sucker for boys in glasses.) And I watched in mock horror as Solenn confronted a man who'd just had a quickie in a bar ladies' room.

"Happy New Year," he said to her as he stepped out of the lavatory.

"Looks like it was for you," Solenn said to him. "You took that girl into the bathroom for five minutes."

I was standing next to her, and it wasn't until then that I really paid attention to her conversation.

"Geriatric condition," he said with an annoyed look on his face. If she hadn't been a woman, he'd have punched her.

"What?" she asked him.

"I have a geriatric condition; I can't go to the bathroom myself," he said.

Solenn was about to ask him again, but I stopped her.

"We get it," I said. "It's OK."

Two hours later, Solenn realized the guy had been lying.

At the restaurant earlier, CJ and Solenn talked to me extensively until I talked to a guy at a nearby table.

His name was Graham. He was a software engineer. He's probably not going to call me, but he was cute and polite. And it went about as well as it could have, except I should've just stayed for about two minutes and given him my phone number before talking to him too much.

Confidence. It's closer.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Only thing missing was a seeing-eye dog.

Ash came over last night. He'd gotten his haircut.

I have cerebral palsy, and I have difficulty supporting myself on my arms. And I'm heavier than I would like to be.

Ash just got out of the hospital after having leg surgery, so he can't really move or bend or anything.

So, during the time he was "over," Ash and I looked like we were engaged in a Special Olympics Greco-Roman wrestling competition.

Sometimes I felt like I was holding on to him like a balance beam. At other points, I was on my side, not holding on to anything yet convulsing, like a fish flopping around on dry land.

He didn't stay very long. I'm not sure I blame him. I half wanted to leave, myself.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

She's alone in the new pollution.



Susan Sontag is dead, so, not really familiar with the actual work of Susan Sontag, I told Miss Gibson that she should become the modern feminist icon.

She thought that was really funny, for some reason, but what does someone have to do these days to become a proper philosopher and social critic?

When's our Jazz Age? Why can't we all sit around the round table at the Algonquin and pontificate endlessly while drunk?

I want that. I want to be genius-and-madman, not just madman.

I want to be all, "Romance deserves a renaissance," and have people be all "Ooh, listen to him." (I suppose that pontification would work better if I used actual verbs.)

Still, this is our time and our culture, and I think we should contribute.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Top Ten of 2004.

I used to do this list with more panache than I have in the past couple years. It's just that, as I've gotten the opportunity to see more films before their release dates and read other lists, I've always held out before releasing my own personal list. But I don't want it to be February before my list comes out. I have not seen all the Oscar-eligible movies for 2004 yet, most notably the well-reviewed MILLION DOLLAR BABY and HERO, but I shouldn't wait. So, without further explanation, here are my favorite films of the ones I've seen.



10. SPIDER-MAN 2. I love well-written, well-made movies with strong stories, complicated heroes, complicated villains and an exploration of the role that choice can play in our lives. Through understanding his characters and their comic-book origins and histories, director Sam Raimi vastly improves upon his original film, creates a really fun, popcorn-movie ride and turns SPIDER-MAN 2 into a thorough, damn interesting film with a great, great ending.



9. THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST. This is a jarring, violent, uncomfortable film, depicting the last, horrible hours in the life of Jesus as a deluge of suffering and sacrifice. I am not religious, and I don't agree with several of director Mel Gibson's political stances. But THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST is a brave, risky, harsh film that knows exactly what it's trying to do and does it well. It doesn't look away from the harsher aspects of its violence, for it's trying so desperately to communicate the feelings of pain and grief to its audience and move them. In the midst of Jesus's long walk to the cross, at one point, Mary is shown weeping for her son, thinking of him as a boy. That moment in the film, where Jesus is shown at his most human, is, for me, when it's most touching. Like SCHINDLER'S LIST before it, THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST is not at all fun and may be too difficult to watch more than once, but it's a tremendously effective, smart piece of cinema.



8. COLLATERAL. Though this Michael Mann thriller never really answers the question Lupo asked of it (i.e., "Why does the killer need a taxi when he could just rent a car?") and has holes in the logic of its story, COLLATERAL is a solid, fun movie that just keeps moving, getting more and more twisted and interesting. Tom Cruise gets the showy role of contract killer Vincent and proves himself more than worthy, but the great Jamie Foxx, in many ways, steals the movie out from under him as Max, the hostage cab driver. It's a gritty film. The digital camerawork, which can weaken the impact of some films for me, is one of COLLATERAL's strengths, adding to its mood and keeping things uneasy and weird.



7. THE AVIATOR. Martin Scorsese's biopic of Howard Hughes, featuring the pilot-film director-playboy-tycoon in his golden years while only hinting at his eventual decline into complete madness, is a well-written, well-acted, great-looking and entertaining film, and it features a career-best performance from Leonardo DiCaprio. Cate Blanchett's take on Katharine Hepburn is startlingly good, as well. It's an ambitious epic of a movie, and it succeeds.



6. BEFORE SUNSET. For two hours, I sat and watched two characters I adored once get reacquainted, rekindling what was left of a brief childhood romance. Though I was in the theater and Jesse (Ethan Hawke) and Celine (Julie Delpy) were wandering through Paris onscreen, the intimate way director Richard Linklater made BEFORE SUNSET made me feel like I was there with them. And the chemistry and conversation came just as naturally for them as it did nine years ago in BEFORE SUNRISE, my favorite modern romance. Of course, since Jesse and Celine are older and more complicated and guarded now than they were, their two-hour conversation, which encompasses the entire film, is fraught with moments of occasional anger, tension and madness. Their memories of that single night of young love have affected who they are and how they view all their relationships, and their reconnection isn't always great for them. But BEFORE SUNSET is divine to watch, realistic in how it compares the risks and dangers of mature romance to the idealized notions of young love.



5. RAY. This movie is completely awesome. The music, of course, is great, and the story is inspiring. The look of it is authentic. And the acting, my word, is glorious. Jamie Foxx, even more brilliant than he was in COLLATERAL, embodies Ray Charles in a way that transcends imitation. Foxx is compelling, and he maintains his character's charm even when the film delves, without abandon, into the story's darker aspects of drug abuse and childhood trauma. I never expected RAY to be this good. But, catching it in a sneak preview, I realized this was the best music biopic I'd seen since WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT, and I immediately told everyone to catch this in the theater.



4. KILL BILL, VOL. 2. The first film exploded with style and innovation, and more of the same occurs in Quentin Tarantino's action-packed, dizzying sequel, which adds layers of depth to the characters and their backstory while continuing to innovate as The Bride gets her final revenge. Months after seeing it, I still recall the fantastic Elle Driver trailer fight scene, the horrifying buried-alive sequence and that final, surprisingly calm conversation between Bill and The Bride. The movie has a great cast, a great look, a good story and fantastic visuals. It's smart about its craft, and it's very entertaining.



3. SKY CAPTAIN AND THE WORLD OF TOMORROW. This was, easily, the most fun I had in a cinema all year. SKY CAPTAIN is a beautiful-looking film, a technological marvel, a grand adventure and a funny throwback to old-time movie serials. Jude Law fills the typical hero role with fervor, and Gwyneth Paltrow has loads of fun with her role as Polly Perkins, a damsel-in-distress almost as annoying as she is delicious. There are neat twists to the tried-and-true formula, and the script is filled with lots of genuine wit. This film reminded me of what I liked about movies when I was a kid. I liked a good story. I liked the marvel. I liked the cliffhangers. I liked big, stunning visuals. SKY CAPTAIN has all that, and, most importantly, it has a heart.



2. SIDEWAYS. Alexander Payne's films are really funny. But they can also tap into moments that are so true, painful and real. As Paul Giamatti's Miles faces defeat after defeat and sinks further into depression and alcoholism, we see him both as the loser he's become, and we see him sympathetically as someone talented who's still capable of goodness and deserving of some kind of joy. I identified more clearly with his character than with any other that I've seen this year. When he's doing things wrong or doing things against his will, we're there with him, understanding his reasons while cursing his flaws. SIDEWAYS is a great, human story, funny, sad and deep.



1. ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND. The most original, daring, dizzying movie I saw this year came out in February. And, upon seeing it, I was certain I'd seen a great movie, but I didn't realize that I'd seen the best movie of the year. But, thus far, nothing beats ETERNAL SUNSHINE. The performances in it are among the best of the year. Kate Winslet's wacky character of Clementine, with her ever-changing moods and her ever-changing hair color, manages to be both off-the-wall and identifiable. It's the best work Winslet's done since HEAVENLY CREATURES. Jim Carrey, in contrast, underplays Joel as depressed, subdued and calm, losing himself and all his usual mannerisms in the role. Screenwriter Charlie Kaufman and director Michel Gondry jump into the story quickly and play with the timeline of their wacky narrative so much that you're, frankly, amazed when they succeed in creating a story of depth, understanding, truth and romance. The central memory-erasing story is told backward. The film also jumps around, occasionally focusing upon dozens of characters in a subplot that doesn't seem to fit in and even delving, at one point, into a visual depiction of a character's subconscious. But when you're done letting ETERNAL SUNSHINE make sense of itself, it leaves you with a key understanding of how our memories make up who we are - and how love, even at its ugliest, may still be worth the risk.

Since a number of people have pointed out to me films that they'd want mentioned or included, I thought I would expand my list, as I have in years past, to include honorable mentions - good movies I liked which could've made the list but didn't - and one outside-of-the-box film that works as a guilty pleasure. In previous years, the guilty pleasure films have included Britney Spears' CROSSROADS, Jason Statham's THE TRANSPORTER and Angelina Jolie's ORIGINAL SIN.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: VERA DRAKE, GARDEN STATE, SUPER SIZE ME, FAHRENHEIT 9/11, THE INCREDIBLES, THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR, FINDING NEVERLAND



GUILTY PLEASURE PRIZE: CELLULAR. No other film this year had such an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink feel as CELLULAR. No other film featured a showdown fight scene between, of all people, Jason Statham and William H. Macy. No other film featured Kim Basinger, who was brilliant in THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR, at such a level of frenzied histrionics. And no other film had such crackerjack plotting so that it ended up a satisfying, fun little gimmick movie. Cute people go on the run from bad villains in a movie that tries to use every plausible cell phone contrivance or complication it can find, essentially, and the movie just works.

I'm Carrie.



I just used one of my gift cards from this weekend to finish off my collection of "Sex and the City" DVDs. The last episodes of the sixth season came out today. I'm so excited that I finally own every episode of it, and I think there might be something wrong with my level of sheer enthusiasm.



In the beginning of the show, I thought I was clearly Miranda, the smart, cynical one afraid to show vulnerability. (Jenipher, by the way, is the embodiment of Charlotte.) But then, as time passed, I realized that I'm all about showing vulnerability and romanticism. And I'll all about talking about problems moreso than fixing them. And I ask the big, philosophical questions. So now I think I've come to terms with the fact that I'm Carrie.

I'm going to have to abandon my GILMORE GIRLS DVD set for a night.

SEX AND THE CITY beckons.

Monday, December 27, 2004

The most unique gift.

My friend Brad took some years-old snapshots of me, scanned them, made them into refrigerator magnets and gave them to me for Christmas.

They're photos of me and his friend Kim sitting on a bed and lying on a bed. In them, I look like I need a shave. Oh, and Kim's topless in them and wearing a thong.

The best part is that, in the photos, you can tell that I'm trying my best not to look directly at the naked woman.

Yuletide redux.



* Spent Christmas Eve at Larry's condo, exchanging presents and watching SWEENEY TODD on DVD. We watched SWEENEY TODD instead of going out and watching PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, which I believe is going to be terrible. Still, I feel I must confess that I learned all the lyrics to the major songs of it when I was 13, and I saw it on Broadway when I was a senior in high school. But SWEENEY TODD is way better than PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. PHANTOM's about obsession and murder. So's SWEENEY. But it also involves haircuts, meat pies and cannibalism.



* Nana's caramel cake made it to the Christmas Eve lasagna feast at my dad's house, even though Nana didn't. At one point during dinner, I got into a conversation with my stepmother's mother about the cake, and she told me that the frosting didn't come out right because, while Nana was making it, she collapsed and had to be helped to her room. Beyond that, Nana now suffers from dementia. After my stepmother's mother told that story, I felt really rude asking for Nana's recipe, but that caramel cake is the best dessert ever. (Seriously, do the math. My STEPMOTHER'S grandmother's caramel cake is so good that my MOTHER is happy when we bring home leftovers of it from my FATHER'S house. Thus, that cake has bridged the generation gap and the divorce gap. It's powerful stuff.)
* I got into an argument with one of my dad's friends, who was in more of a blowhard tone-of-voice than usual, when he suggested that the "Confederacy" re-elected Bush and that the majority of Georgia voters "probably don't know how to read ... or don't read." I told him that, though I'm a Democrat, I wouldn't go so far as to calling everyone who voted Bush stupid. (Particularly when there were a number of educated people who invited him there who voted Bush.) We lost the election, y'all. It wasn't nearly as close as last time, when I felt like such complaints were more valid. The situation's bad, but it's done. If some friends invite you to their Christmas dinner, don't call them illiterate yokels out to intentionally destroy the world. Don't insult my dad and say he should be sent to Baghdad to die. Drink your wine. Talk about your imaginary, long-distance girlfriend that you've been mentioning for a decade. Talk about movies. Other than that, shut the hell up. It's Christmas.
* For Christmas, I got the third season of ALIAS and the second season of GILMORE GIRLS on DVD. It hurt to leave the house this morning.
* I will never, ever, ever again go to a gay bar on Christmas Eve. I mean, yikes. It was sad. People who didn't want to go home alone or go home to parents sober or, the worst, flight attendants stuck here on a long layover willing to throw money around while looking for a friend.
* Ash got out of the hospital on Christmas Day.
* Vic got back from Illinois after being stuck in traffic or a snowstorm for over 20 hours.
* Lupo's fresh off the boat, which he called "a hell worse than death" in a ship-to-shore e-mail last week.
* Saw THE LIFE AQUATIC WITH STEVE ZISSOU. Sucked. Saw THE AVIATOR. Very good.
* The annoying, bitchy seasonal employee at my bookstore probably only works there another week. I've hated her since she insulted a blind, deaf, 94-year-old customer in a walker in a tone-of-voice so soft that he couldn't hear her. And I've tried my best to get the bitch fired.
* I watched A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS and am as puzzled by it as I was when I was a kid. How do they get that Christmas tree to grow extra branches and a completely different shape? None of the Peanuts even has pruning shears.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Jimi thing.

Yesterday at the bookstore, I waited on this cute guy named Jimmy, who is more than likely straight. He and I talked music, and I was, I think, flirting shamelessly. And, to his benefit, he didn't notice or chose to ignore it.

For some reason, though, while we were talking about Damien Rice, he mentioned two artists to me that I do not have in my collection.

One was a new group, and I don't recall their name. Jimmy had great blond hair, was short and had these dimples that just wouldn't quit.

But Jimmy also mentioned Jimi Hendrix, and I am sad to say that I don't own any Jimi Hendrix.

So I asked Jimmy about Jimi, and he recommended an album to me. He recommended it with such passion and with such a cute gleam in his eye that I, being smitten, immediately purchased the album.



Jimmy said "Blues" is his favorite Jimi album because it isn't blaring and loud, and you can really concentrate on the guitar work.

I asked Jimmy if he played guitar. He said he plays it badly.

So now I own some Jimi Hendrix. Thanks to cute, straight Jimmy.

Merry Christmas.

I sent out this sentiment to some friends yesterday, and writing it cheered me up. I thought it might help some random stranger (or someone pretending to be Kevin Smith on the comment board).

Do whatever necessary to get yourself in the proper mood for the holidays.

Watch the movie that most reminds you of the holiday, be it about a happy family or a dysfunctional one or, um, even the Plantagenets. Listen to Judy Garland's version of HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS. Watch Charlie Brown try and save that pathetic, little tree. Go to church, if you do that. Go shopping, if you do that.



I know that I've not been in the best of moods lately. Working retail in December can make you long desperately for some month that isn't insane, and you start to think that people have lost complete sense of their priorities when they're yelling at family and making themselves crazy just to assure that they have all their gifts.

Still, if you spend some time over the weekend singing a song, giving a dollar to the people ringing the bells from the Salvation Army, enjoying the look and feel of winter clothing and getting the opportunity to be around people you really enjoy, you'll feel better.

Thanks, guys, for what you contribute to my life. (And forgive that for coming out so saccharine. I don't know what's come over me.)

I hope you all make it the best day.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

I can predict the future.



Check the date on this post, baby. I am so ahead of pop culture right now.

Hopefully, this means I'll be right about AMERICAN IDOL spiralling downward in ratings during its next cycle of atrocious music.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I just don't feel like it.

I don't want to waste anyone else's time anymore. I don't want to talk about hating my job if I don't take the steps to leave it. I don't want other people to encourage me to write a book or write a story if I'm not going to do it. I don't want other people to be all "GO BENJIE!" when that's not the attitude that I seem to adopt ever.

I don't feel like this is going anywhere. And that doesn't STILL bug me enough to actually do anything about it.

Bob, my former supervisor, bet me today that I'll probably get fired from my job before I quit it.

It's 8 p.m. I'm still at my desk. I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm not even supposed to be here.

I have Christmas shopping to do.