I did some googling after asking the question, my (inefficient) SOP. I guess I'm not the only person to ask that question of the movie by far. But apparently it is noted in the movie that India has 150 million Muslims and noted elsewhere that it would have been impossible for an American Jew to shoot anywhere more Muslim than that.
I've also read that the movie doesn't do much to concentrate on "Muslimness". I guess the title is suggesting one thing but the movie is about something else. That does bug.
I've also read that the movie doesn't do much to concentrate on "Muslimness". I guess the title is suggesting one thing but the movie is about something else. That does bug.
Well, it's an Albert Brooks movie. No matter the title of the movie, the subject is going to be his (inevitably neurotic) reaction to it, not the subject itself. It also sounds like he's getting back to the kind of film he used to do in the 80s (aka pre-DEFENDING YOUR LIFE, which I loved, but signaled a big shift in direction and tone for him).
stabby stabby FUCKING STABBY stabby
That's the one I got! Even though I don't feel like I can wear it outside the house.
I love the cell phone cards. For more general purposes there are Glark's Urban Asshole Notification Cards. I think the "not making more coffee" item was my suggestion.
I'm trapped at home, waiting for the phone repairman to come and tell me that he has to get into my neighbor's place to fix whatever's broken, so that then I can spend a week trying to track them down. And I can't go run to the store or even take a shower in case he comes. I bet he comes at 6. Sigh.
I guess I could do laundry.
I mean, I assume there are hundreds of thousands of Muslims in India, but can it really be representative of "The Muslim World"?
I thought that was part of the joke, actually. Not that I've seen the movie.
So, on re-read, I actually believe I might be a genius. I seem to have taken many piles of crap and turned them into something not-bad. Huh.
I actually believe I might be a genius
Didn't you believe you were poisoned yesterday?
The neurologist's assistant just called back to relay an answer. I didn't even listen and told her I needed to talk to the neurologist instead. Hopefully not during my two hours of meetings this afternoon.
Didn't you believe you were poisoned yesterday?
I was poisoned! Just a little, though.
Possibly what I really am is over dramatic.
I HAVE MADE MAJOR STEP IN DEALING WITH THE SCHEDULE FROM HELL!!
Take That, Schedule Monster!
I love Paul Walker, but Itook my stand with no more Vin Diesel.
Vin Diesel is the only reason I watched the fast and the furious.
Yay, msbelle!
That reminds me, I saw a car on Monday with this license plate: MSBELLE.
I have a minor quandry. After months and months of bitching about never getting called in for interviews, I have my second interview request in the past week. But it's for a job that I'm not sure I want, and I don't remember why I applied for a job in Lewiston, Maine. Did someone tell me it's particularly spiffy? Should I take these people's time and money for them to fly me up there, put me up in a hotel, and interview me when I'm sitting here going, "Wait, I applied for what, now?"
FWIW, my manager's sitting there going, "Hey, free trip. Go for it!" But it's with a school, and I feel uncomfy spending a school's money, since it's usually not too thick on the ground.
Suggestions?
