Last night, a group of friends invited us out to Clearwater Beach to meet some friends of theirs who were planning to do some firedancing. The evening was nothing short of perfect, so we ended up hanging out with them at the beach for several hours.One of the disappointments of last year’s trip to San Francisco was that Shelly and I were unable to go out with altenra to see some firedancing in San Francisco; it’s stunningly beautiful to watch.
Irony of ironies, from noelfigart by way of ladytabitha:
“If there is one person you can’t stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.”
I have a great deal I wish to post, but I have much to do right now (and I caught a nasty cold in Boston!), so it will have to wait.
…in Boston, having driven a U-Haul trailer full of stuff to stash in ladytabitha‘s basement, because it seemed so empty and all.
This afternoon: Apartment-hunting!
This evening: Sushi
Tomorrow morning: With luck, an interview with starkaudio‘s company, assuming they’ll actually schedule it…
After that is still up in the air.
Things we have learned this trip:
– A one-ton-plus trailer kills one’s fuel economy.
– Boston residents can’t give driving directions worth a damn.
– Boston apartments are expensive.
– Stress makes Shelly cranky.
– Franklin needs a new cell-phone battery.
That is all.
…but in light of the recent murder of Nick Berg for the crime of being born in a particular country, it bears repeating:
“Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and predator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself–a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.”
–Frank Herbert
Colorized B&W shot of ladytabitha and Shelly…cute and adorable, but SO not work-safe.
You have been warned…
With a tip of the hat to camwyn…this is BRILLIANT.
J. R. R. Tolkein’s The Silmarillion, retold in a thousand words.
Edit: Bad link fixed. Oops!
For those of you who are fans of “All Your Base are Belong to Us,” I offer you…
Things that make you go “Awww…”
Got a package from ladytabitha last week, containing a CD by A Perfect Circle, the side project by the lead singer of Tool. Kinda industrial, kinda goth, really really good. ladytabitha is so sweet…
Things that make you go “Hmmm”
Bumper sticker seen by Shelly and I last week while driving:
This is an ordinary, average sign on an ordinary, average, soulless strip mall of the kind you see everywhere in Florida:
Problem is, the abbreviation “bi” does not, for many people, mean “buy.” I have this vision of a drug store where you can buy drugs for all your bisexual needs…
Things that make you go “Hmm?”
According to an online personality inventory, my Myers-Briggs personality type, which has been ENTJ for about the past zillion years or so, has recently and mysteriously changed to ENTP.
It was aliens. I seen ’em!
Things that make you go “Erk!”
Shelly and I saw Van Helsing last night, and Kill Bill Vol. 2 the night before.
Van Helsing…what a wretched, muddled, confused piece of garbage that was.
“I know! I know! Let’s make a move with Dracula and werewolves andFrankenstein’s monster and the brides of Dracula and Dr. Jeckyll and Mister Hyde and ghoulish undead in it! Hey, we can’t lose!”
The plot may have been profoundly stupid and riddled with flaws and holes, but at least the dialog sucked, the effects were lame, there were continuity problems, and the premise of the movie made absolutely, positively no fucking sense whatsoever.
Stink, stank, stunk.
It was particularly jarring after watching Kill Bill Vol. 2, which is one off the tightest pieces of filmmaking I’ve ever seen–brilliant scripting, brilliant pacing, brilliant direction… It’s clear that the first and second Kill Bill movies were intended to be viewed together; they’re one movie, to a greater extent even than the Lord of the Rings films, and they are timed and paced as one movie. And wow, does Quentin Tarintino know how to tell a story.
