Just got back from seeing Signs. Go see it!
It has been a long time since I actually screamed watching a scary movie. The
best part was that as I watched I kept thinking about one particularly scary
moment where I imagine my sister ripping off her boyfriend’s thumb in the movie
theatre (handholding has had to be downgraded to thumb-holding to spare his
limb) or when mom and dad watch it on video at home in a few months and mom
will gasp and dad will say, ‘Oh, Diane!’
Signs was an expertly crafted film – it had the great sense of building
doom – sort of like The Birds or in the early half of The Blair Witch
Project (before it descended into running through the woods screaming ‘Josh!
Josh! What the fuck was that? What the fuck was that?!’). It’s a careful equation
of slowly amping up the dread and letting the situation the characters are in
fester and worsen… and the delay in letting the audience know what was really
going on. I will never forget all the theory on suspense that I read when I
was in my Hitchcock fiend days… that suspense is infinitely more powerful
than shock – especially with repeated viewings.
But yes, at a certain point in the film I actually jumped about a foot high
and yelled, ‘Oh my God!’ I still get chills thinking about the film. It’s been
a long time since a movie has chilled me like that – sort of like when you got
out of The Silence of the Lambs and you perceived the world differently
for a few hours (this happened to me for weeks when I first saw The Matrix). Or after Leland throws Maddy through a mirror in Twin Peaks (I couldn’t look in a mirror for week). It definitely goes between Alien and The Others as top scare-your-nuts-off
My scalp is still tingling.
Stop your engine.
Return nozzle to pump when finished fueling.
Pre-pay after dark.
Thank you for financing global terror.
Sitting here on the red line stuck at Addison. Evidently last night’s rains caused a lot of flooding so all of the trains are running on just one track – what a crapfest… oh well – at least I’ll be late for the meeting that I don’t want to go to. Tomorrow I go to O’Hare to alternately pick up Ron flying back from Milwaukee and also get the Dodge Caravan we’re driving down to Indiana. I need to remember to print out a map as well. I know that once I’m on 65 it’s a straight shot but I don’t remember if there’s any un-obviousness on the way there.
“This is ride 809 and from what I can see all of the trains are using the same track and one side of the platform.”
The best part of Crossroads was when the glamgirl goes to see her boyfriend and as we all know – it will be revealed that he has another girlfriend – but a second and better revelation cause Brigitte to utter: ‘the pregnant chick is gonna fall down the stairs and lose her baby.’ And sure enough within 30 seconds there she goes… Mimi tumbles down the stairs – along with a slo-mo shot of her symbolic globe keychain bouncing down the stairs. “Andy, there goes her world! There goes her world!” We are howling with laughter by now.
Next Monday we have the meeting to decide what my part-time hours are going to be. Unfortunately ________ gets to have a say – so I’m sure she’ll want something unreasonable like coming in and working every other hour at my desk and then every other hour on my own stuff in a conference room. I’m going to lobby for Tuesday through Thursday. Monday-Wednesday-Friday is gonna do nothing different for me. Monday is always triage and Friday nobody is ever here. And they’re just going to expect me to check my email and voicemail on Tuesday and Thursday. I’m not going to do that. There’s a certain amount of obnoxiousness I’m going to have to put forth in this effort to ensure that part-time really does mean part-time. Mike, one of our vendors, took me out to lunch yesterday and he asked me what was the best and the worst part of the department where I worked. I have decided that if I ever go full-time again that I’m not going to reveal so early on the breadth of abilities I have. Becsue people will continue to push the boundaries bit by bit and before you know it you’re admin for 8 different systems, doing user testing and running a help desk and receiving the bile of disgruntled employees on a daily basis.
As I write this Brigitte and I are subjecting ourselves to Crossroads.
Yes, starring Britney Spears. And yes, it’s bad. I wish I was recording our comments
as we watch it because it would be hysterical as we alternately enjoy and deride
the movie. Aw, shit – now she’s reading poetry now. Yikes.
Today is Ron’s birthday – he’s 29. Or as he says, ‘I’m turning 27 for the third time.’ Had dinner with another couple at a guy’s house – we all workout at the same time at the gym. A doctor, a lawyer, a student and Ron and I. The host had an amazing house – absolutely stunning. The food was very good – starting with appetizers of a meatball pizza and then one with scallops and then tomato-mozarella and basil salad and the main meal was barbecue pork with wasabi mashed potatoes and steamed snow peapods. Very good. Dessert was grilled peaches with cinnamon a la mode. Constant references to people I don’t know and places I”ve never been and things that I don’t do left me socially flustered. I didn’t feel like I belonged in this upwardly mobile group. When you consider the economic potential of my close close friends – that pales in comparison to the income these guys pull in each year. Tales of wild vacations and circuit parties and afterhours parties left me feeling very out-of-water. It always feeds into this nagging feeling that maybe I’m just not very much fun. They’re all talking about their favorite province and I really don’t have anything to add. And I dno’t even know if I care all tat much – I mean I must have some sort of investment if I feel all hemmed and hawed about it but maybe I just don’t feel like that’s a good time. “Oh, you have to go up to Sawgatauk sometime.” Why? That just makes no practical sense to me. The boys are all so hot. So what? Big deal. That’s something that always stumps me is the constant measuring of attractiveness. Oh my God, did you see so-and-so at such-and-such – he’s so sexy! Big deal. So what. What’s my reaction supposed to be?
And then I turn to my rigth and on the side panel of the bus I’m on there’s a little sticker: You have everything when you have Christ – Colossians 2:10. I can’t even remember who the Colossians are. It’s like how a pearl is formed – I have this irritant and then I keep laying layers of perspective and complexity over it until it’s not a pearl – but a lumpen nut. I just felt like I was back in high school and all the rich kids had all of their trips and toys and I’m simultaneously envious and dismissive – and apathetic.
One thing about having depression from time to time is that you are always
questioning the validity and source of your emotions. Am I down because I didn’t
take my anti-deps today? Or is it sleep? Or diet? Or my job? Am I just over-thinking
it? You are constantly questioning the magnitude and accuracy of your blues.
Ron and I watched Charlies Angels last nigh – what a fun movie… I still
contend that the best line is Flip. Your. God-damn. Hair. We also rented
The Royal Tennanbaums which was good – though overlong.
A man comes home to find his girlfriend packing.
He asks, “why are you packing?”
She says, “I’m leaving you.”
“Why?” he asks.
She replies, “I found out you’re a pedophile.”
He says, “Boy, that’s a big word for a nine year old.” (more jokes from Kurohin.org)