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Friday, February 27, 2004

It's Been A Long While 

Late night music inspiration struck. I've been meaning to make a CD for the teacher who may or may not be flirting with me. It's her birthday on March 9. I've been trying to find the precarious of songs, since you can't include too many love songs for someone you just met, but you also have to provide the hint of something that may be there.

It's like frickin' High Fidelity up in here.

Hooray For Tuesday - Minders
Paperback Writer - The Beatles
Why Does the Sun Shine? - They Might Be Giants
Ding Dong - Nellie McKay
Judy And The Dream Of Horses - Belle & Sebastian
Ooh La La - The Faces
More Than This - Roxy Music
Venus - AIR
Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra
Big Sur - The Thrills
Rainbow Connection - Kermit The Frog
Hairshirt - R.E.M.
Am I wrong - Love Spit Love
Saint Simon - The Shins
The Tale Of Mr. Morton - Schoolhouse Rock
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Bob Dylan
45 - Elvis Costello
I Won't Back Down - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell
These Days - Nico
Baby Britain - Elliott Smith
Girlfriend In A Coma - The Smiths

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 10:01 PM ::

Film Threat - Reviews 

My review of Passion of the Christ is up over here.

I feel better that I wasn't the only person who felt the way I did about the movie. Film Threat has a similar review.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 3:53 PM ::


Thursday, February 26, 2004

Humpty Dumpty Logic 

Humpty Dumpty Logic

I had to stop reading this, because after reading Card basically say, "language does not evolve" and therefore, since marriage meant man and woman in my time, and must therefore ALWAYS mean that, just seemed sad.

Especially coming from an author.

Not that I ever read his stuff.
Okay. I went back and finished going through it. I agree with his thoughts about how our kids growing up today thinking divorce is the norm is wrong. But I also think that a large majority of people who get married based on being told "that's what you do in your twenties" in today's generation just plain aren't ready for that responsibility and work, therefore divorce is the unfortunate end. We're a different generation than our parents, and their parents, and I just don't think we're as mature and ready for the world as those who came before us.

There are exceptions to the rule, but I look around and just see a lot of people who still don't know what they want, and are trying to be comfortable with themselves.

And divorce HAS become the norm. But, coming back to my point, I think Card has stuck himself in the past. His ire towards the evolving of societal conventions and word redefinition is disturbing.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 9:07 PM ::

I Love Sunshine 

I *think* that the work on turning Red.Pen into a full fledge journal site continues well. Then I can join the ranks of millions of other writers who hope to make it somewhere by being witty and fun, and only slightly smarmy. I see how many there are sometimes, and get disappointed, but, you must strike on, never fearless and slightly drunk.

The only hard part is deciding just WHAT on want on there, and HOW MUCH I want to involve other people. Should I make it a writing forum for people I know? Should it be a e-zine, with reviews and all the content that goes with that? Or should I keep it simple, and just write what I want, and not worry about other people?

It's very confusing. I always do better when I have someone to reign my thoughts in

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 10:56 AM ::

I'm Running Out 

If there's one thing that annoys me about getting sick, it's that I tend to never get the entire flu at once. I'll have an upset stomach for a few days. Then they'll (whoever THEY are, I'm not sure, but for the sake of this story, we'll say THEY are omnipotent chinchillas.) throw the sore joints at me. And to top off, they'll give me the creeping exhaustion. I say creeping, because, it doesn't hit you at once. It creeps up on you. Like the blob, only less smothering and horriffic and generally more annoying.

I'm currently in the creeping exhaustion part of the flu, or whatever it is I have. I almost feel better, and feel like a lump on a log if I'm not working, that is, until I start working. The limbs get heavy. My eyes burn. And I just want to crawl into my bed and not sleep. Because I can't. But that's an entirely different story. I do enjoy laying there with my eyes closed though. It's calming. Unless I'm listening to the television. Then I tend to defeat the purpose.

There's also my nose, which alternates between running and burning, when it's not so stuffed up that I feel my head is a vacuum. Currently we're on the burning/stuffy nose alert. I think on the warning chart for the country, it's a pale green.

I'm avoiding food because I'm pretty sure I may end up back at phase one of the entire great flu machine if I eat the wrong thing. The obnoxious stomach threatens to take up residence with the creeping exhaustion, and make a nice stay in my body, the studio apartment of the germ world

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 10:47 AM ::


Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Be Spoiled 

Sexy Sexy Sexy

If you haven't seen the episode, don't click, but man, Amy Acker looks like a completely different person.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 7:28 PM ::

I Have No Strings 

I always forget that I hate the thinkpads on laptops. Just obnoxious really.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 1:37 PM ::

ShareThePassionOfTheChrist.com

Doesn't this prove that it's not the second coming of Christ, but in fact....just a movie?

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 9:31 AM ::

You Are Shapes 

It's Laptop Delivery Day. Happy LDD.

I'm on the dangerous edge of being sick, and am doing my best to make sure I don't fall down the gaping maw of the flu. I spent most of yesterday in bed, which I never, ever, ever do. And I'm headed back there shortly.

And I do so hope MF starts feeling better. It's too nice out to feel so bad.

...

...who am I kidding? The weather sucks. Feel better though M. We've almost made it through this awful season.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 7:41 AM ::


Monday, February 23, 2004

The New Yorker 

The New Yorker: The Critics: The Current Cinema

What I didn't know was the Mel Gibson was going around claiming people who didn't like the movie were spreading "anti-christian sentiment."

What if you just don't like the movie? I plan on seeing it, not because I'm religious, but to see it as a movie. This review makes me far less interested in seeing it, if it is actually nothing more than watching a man suffer for two hours.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 7:57 PM ::


Sunday, February 22, 2004

Everyone Loves You 

The reason I like the sound of The Decemberists is because it has the distinct sound of an alternate universe where Neutral Milk Hotel decided to be an indie low-fi pop band instead of what Neutral Milk Hotel is.

M.R. spoke from beyond the grave :: 9:43 PM ::