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Saturday Randomness
Mar. 25th, 2006 02:17 pmThursday we stayed up ‘till 3:00 AM to finish our taxes so that we could go out on Friday and see V for Vendetta again. The verdice is (vengeance), or rather that I still love it, while Steve still has serious reservations, mainly involving authorial intent and various political allusions he sees in it which I, frankly, do not (the idea that the Wachowskis spent over $50 million to publicize/legitimize some insane "liberal" conspiracy theory that says 9/11 was engineered or allowed to happen by Bush so that he could stay in power, for example). So I’m not going to make him go see it again, and he’s not going to object when I buy it and continue to keep watching it, and thus our marriage of true minds continues.
Today, meanwhile, we have to do the tax appointment itself, after which I have to start getting seriously ready for the final week of this semester…buy more paper, print out exams, etc. Do a bit of emailing re those scripts people gave me. Maybe break back into "Niemand" a little, because I’m already having urges in that direction. All that. Because my life is still dictated by annoying currents of authority, like everyone else’s, and I have no mask, cape and/or funky reflex-fu to extricate myself with. But what can a poor boy do/’Cept to blow up the houses of Parliament?
Finally, there were some things I haven’t had "time" to talk about that I’d like to, stuff which occasionally passes through, grazes over the surface of my brain, and works its way out the other side. My recent viewing of Takashi Shimizu’s Marebito, which si Japanese to a fare-thee-well, and has a nicely Lovecraftian obsession with the concept of the Uncanny. My sudden affection for the gentle, eccentric Treehouse show Oswald the Octopus. Not to mention my only stirring ever towards a Gemma version of Serial Diner Paul’s patented Evil Game, which I recently realized could begin with and/or encapsulate a section of naming the source that Stephen King quote comes from, thusly:
A) Rast!
B) How you like that happy crappy?
C) Shot your wife; good fuckin’ deal, uh?
D) God is cruel.
E) I have come here to rob all the women and rape all the men, and learn how to do the Peppermint Twist!
And so on. But now, I must go off to BodyFlow.
Today, meanwhile, we have to do the tax appointment itself, after which I have to start getting seriously ready for the final week of this semester…buy more paper, print out exams, etc. Do a bit of emailing re those scripts people gave me. Maybe break back into "Niemand" a little, because I’m already having urges in that direction. All that. Because my life is still dictated by annoying currents of authority, like everyone else’s, and I have no mask, cape and/or funky reflex-fu to extricate myself with. But what can a poor boy do/’Cept to blow up the houses of Parliament?
Finally, there were some things I haven’t had "time" to talk about that I’d like to, stuff which occasionally passes through, grazes over the surface of my brain, and works its way out the other side. My recent viewing of Takashi Shimizu’s Marebito, which si Japanese to a fare-thee-well, and has a nicely Lovecraftian obsession with the concept of the Uncanny. My sudden affection for the gentle, eccentric Treehouse show Oswald the Octopus. Not to mention my only stirring ever towards a Gemma version of Serial Diner Paul’s patented Evil Game, which I recently realized could begin with and/or encapsulate a section of naming the source that Stephen King quote comes from, thusly:
A) Rast!
B) How you like that happy crappy?
C) Shot your wife; good fuckin’ deal, uh?
D) God is cruel.
E) I have come here to rob all the women and rape all the men, and learn how to do the Peppermint Twist!
And so on. But now, I must go off to BodyFlow.
