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Things cinematic
The Ref has very few family-friendly quotable lines, but:
Gus: What is the matter with you? I thought Mothers were sweet and nice a-a-and patient. I know loan sharks who are more forgiving than you. Your husband ain’t dead, lady. He’s hiding.
Connie Chasseur: Who would catch a criminal, and then let him go free?
Mary Chasseur: Republicans?Gus: I’m in hell. Connecticut is the fifth ring of hell.
Today, it’s Hannah and her Sisters. Specifically:
Gail: Two months ago, you thought you had a malignant melanoma.
Mickey: Naturally, I, I- Do you know I- The sudden appearance of a black spot on my back!
Gail: It was on your shirt!
Mickey: I- How was I to know? Everyone was pointing back here.
and
Frederick: You missed a very dull TV show on Auschwitz. More gruesome film clips, and more puzzled intellectuals declaring their mystification over the systematic murder of millions. The reason they can never answer the question “How could it possibly happen?” is that it’s the wrong question. Given what people are, the question is “Why doesn’t it happen more often?”
Almost makes being awakened at 3am by texts from work worth it…
I want to go…
Geeky things:
Lots of film links this time:
What a surprise — some political links right before the inauguration:
Golf and parenting to together in my world:
Few overhead things this time:
Some other funny things:
Speaking of movies:
Geeky things:
Since golf is big in my life again:
Since we took Grace to Longhorn Cavern State Park during spring break and bought two fossils:
Political and secular things:
Time to core-dump again…
Normally, weekend nights when we are home, we watch PBS Britcoms.
Tonight, PBS Mystery — a Brittish adaptation of Dracula — ran long. Instead of britcoms, we were presented with a half-hour animated musing on lonliness called “A Room Nearby“.
Instead of feeling for these people, I felt smug. They are talking about how lonliness is isolating, and dwelling on the negative aspects thereof, whereas by the time I was 14, I relished my lonliness, and used every moment of it that I could grab to forge my own identity.
C’mon, folks. Lonliness is not an affliction. It is not a curse. It is not neccisarily rejection by society. Even if it were, so what if it is? Take this time to forge yourself stronger. I cannot deny the ability of wallowing insofar as it can be a tool to eventually strenghten oneself, as much of the time that I now realize has made me stronger involved nothing more involved than myself and a Rubik’s Cube — or less (but we won’t go there today, WILL WE!?!), and faced with the almost archival fact that nearly 1/3 of gay teens attempt suicide (isn’t that number lower yet?), I can understand the need for such — well, what is it? A Short Film? A TV show? A mini-series? I must not be the target demgraphic. I’ve always had soneone to talk to, no matter how young or old.
I keep saying that “I am nobody’s demographic.” Whenever I say that, I feel that I’m being disingenuious. Then I think about it — Aside from “Dexter”, what have I found in popular culture to attract me? Certainly not the Police performing tonight. I have a Simpson-esque attitude toward almost all awards shows — or is that Allen-esque? No matter, because both those terms imply a marketability, in the sense that “Pythonesque” is now in the OED, which has allegedly disappointed John Clesse as much as I presume I must also be disappointed.
I’m still not going to hold back about my concerns about weakness, which I think if one of my greatest strenghts. Combine the best of New York City — that is, the directness; the best of San Francisco (ummmm, no comment), and the laid-backness of Austin, and you’ve pretty much got me.
And that all said, I still get both 80’s film references, and Pynchon references.
Oh, and I’m one of the best unix geeks you’ll ever meet. I’ve learned from the best of the best of the cream of the crop. I can make perl and sh sing.
And PBS is still playing “Keeping up Appearnaces”. Sigh.
We took Grace to see Happy Feet, and there were previews and commercials.
Of course, there was the clip about buying snacks from the concession stand, the only thing was this one was themed to look like Harry Potter. That’s when it occured to me, so I leaned to Cy and said:
Hey! It’s Harry Pot-head, and he has the munchies!
And that’s what makes it almost like Shaggy and Scooby.
Now here’s a film I remember walking out of hating.
Now? I saw it a few years back — 2002 or so — and thinking
Not as bad as I remembered it…
I’m flipping around tonight, and my first instinct was to suddenly realize the adrenaline rush similarity between the “thrill” of an accident and sex.
I still can not relate to the main characters and their colective fetish, but I can now understand it better.
And of course, while it’s on, Grace wakes up. Time to change the station!
I can’t remember his name (unless specifically reminded), but The Smoking Gun has archived the address at which he was arrested for, well, playing bongos naked.
Keep Austin Wierd!
Isn’t is odd that the last time we saw Robert Blake in a film it was Lost Highway?
Isn’t it odd that Lynch now admits he got it from the OJ trial?
The more things change, the more they change.
Oh, wait. The more things stay the same, the more they stay the same.
Hey, why is the contrapositive of those two statements a cliche?
Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?
