Man....I thought I'd gotten rid of all the moths--I hadn't seen evidence of one in weeks, even months, maybe.
But I just opened a box of cereal on the
other
side of the kitchen, and the two boxes of food on that side are crawling with life. I WANTED CEREAL. Fuck you, fauna. I don't want a visible ecosystem in my apartment. I don't want to have to be an apex predator, because I'm not interested in eating anything killable in here. And that takes the fun out of killing.
So...Cloud Atlas...
If I hate Tom Hanks, it's a no, I'm guessing? He's unctuousing all over the trailer and I'm already queasy. And I don't think Halle has the *it* to defuse him and distract me.
Hey, wasn't Taye Diggs on Private Practice just
sleeping with the female lead? Why is he snogging someone else? Did she choose Bratt and he's rebounding already?
I only watch the trailers. I feel they're only one or two minutes shy of what I need to know to follow the key guidelines, and protect me for the tear-jerking reproduction-related plots of the week.
At first I thought "Hey! Latina woman in juice ad!" And then there were the men with the frilly sleeves and her son started shaking his cha chas, and aha. That's why they needed a Latino family to hawk the juice. It's fiesty juice!.
That means you have to sleep on your back?
That works better, but I mostly sleep on my side and it still seems to help.
I'm not sure if I can tell the difference between sadness and anger, because I tend to shut down all feeling under stress. The only place I'm really angry is in the car. I yell a lot. A small child riding with me would pick up a terrible vocabulary and say "Drive it or park it" a lot.
"Drive it or park it"
Mine is "Don't you have a somewhere to be???" But now I have an alternative. Good going.
I have a glass eye question--do they move? I have an aunt with a glass eye (Can you believe one of her daughters didn't find out until she was 15 or so? And then was really angry that other people seemed to know? DUDE. MOTHER. GLASS EYE. How did you not notice???) and it doesn't move like her flesh eye. But it's an old eye, and it's a third world eye. Is shit different, now and here?
And my sister wants to know why
all
of the Community cast doesn't hang out together. What even is that question?
ita,
I have been hearing amazing things about Cloud Atlas and I don't know how to parse it. I am very skeptical the movie is as good as some of the critics make it out to be, but my skepticism is based on nothing concrete.
I happen to find Hanks okay in general. I don't have a Mel Gibbs-like hate on for him, so he would not be the reason I would want to avoid the movie. Halle Berry on the other hand...
And then was really angry that other people seemed to know? DUDE. MOTHER. GLASS EYE. How did you not notice???)
My mother reportedly didn't realise her father had a moustache. Until my father pointed it out to her.
I do not remember the last time Hanks either disappeared into a role or entertained me by being his nifty self throughout the movie--if you're headlining, I need one or the other, you know? He seems to be a great guy--I'm only bothered by him insofar as he's in the movie I want to watch--I don't want to buy tickets for his movies because that will encourage him to make more. As opposed to deliberately filling the coffers of a Gibson or a Sheen offensive type, who also don't sink into the character, and are instead an oily film on top of whatever they're in, which is an adamant principle by now.
My mother reportedly didn't realise her father had a moustache. Until my father pointed it out to her.
Okay, that's pretty blind. Was she hurt by the truth?
Okay, that's pretty blind. Was she hurt by the truth?
She seemed to have adjusted, though it did reportedly lead to this conversation with her father:
M: "How long have you had that?"
Grandpa: [quizzical] "All your life, Dearie."
To her credit, it later only took her a ten-minute face-to-face conversation, finding an electric shaver by the bathroom sink, and me telling her, to realise when I shaved off my beard.
A small child riding with me would pick up a terrible vocabulary and say "Drive it or park it" a lot.
At 4, Olivia, when asked what Mommy calls people who pull out in front of our van, would reply in her sweet, childish voice, "Jackass."
