this one has been bothering me for a while but is fresh in my mind now that someone brought it up.
i don’t really understand why people go to movies with each other.
the entire duration of the film is spent sitting in the dark with people you know but can’t (or at the very least, shouldn’t) talk to. and you can’t even put the theater on pause to ask or explain something, go to the washroom, or get something to eat.
so what’s the point? is it the ability to hold a group discussion of the film right after watching it? a reinforced sense of camaraderie brought on by having experienced the same thing in the same room at the same time? or is it just because it feels strange for most people to go to the movies alone?
before you call me a stick-in-the-mud kill joy, understand that i’m not out to call anyone an idiot that doesn’t deserve it. i like watching movies with friends just as much as the next guy; i just don’t quite understand why i do, that’s all.
okay. you can call me a stick-in-the-mud kill joy now.
so what happened to spring? the temperature went from 30s to 70s and now it’s back in the 30s again? i thought we had a deal. whatever happened to keeping your word? YAAAAARGH.
i finally sent my passport out today to get more pages put in. that’s it. it was the highlight of my day.
now if i can only get busy filling those new pages.
besides taking a paintball to my left kidney yesterday, the other big upset this weekend was Sébastien Loeb’s misfortunes at the WRC’s inaugural Jordan Rally which he led until his premature retirement.
it would’ve been okay if he had done it by rolling his car in a spectacular off or something but the unfortunate truth is that the reason for his early departure was purely idiotic. basically, Loeb’s C4 collided head-on with that of fellow Citroën driver Conrad Rautenbach between stages. what a disappointment.
i went paintballing today for a buddy’s bachelor party and got nailed in the left kidney. it stung like crazy for a while but now it’s fine as long as i don’t touch it. i also got hit twice in the arm and once in the mask which tasted wonderful.
the scary thing about paintball is how crazy some people are about it. and i’m not talking about the guys who show up in fatigues and backward baseball caps, i’m talking about the complete lunatics that have ghillie suits and paintball guns that look like assault rifles. the sort of people that bring radios and crates of paint grenades.
sometimes i wish i had a tiny chameleon that could sit on my shoulder and make witty remarks while keeping me company.
i received an invitation to a cancer survivor’s conference in the mail the other day. which felt weird.
i don’t think i’m going to go.
some of you may have noticed the “portfolio” link up top that went to a temporary page with nothing much on it. well, now there’s some stuff on it. it’s still not in its final form yet but this is pretty much it for now.
if you could, breeze through it a bit and let me know what you think, suggest improvements, whatever :)
the problem with poetry and ‘the arts’ in general is that there’s really no certification process involved. there’s no poem police out there to check coherence and no panel of experts to deny licensure if you suck. anybody out there can string some words together, call it poetry, and consider themselves poets (as many do). and the worst part is that, even if you’re horrible at it, there are very few people out there cruel and honest enough to say that your words are pure acid to their ears.
so i sort of cringe when i hear of self-proclaimed poets who do little else besides make lines rhyme, painters that merely touch paint to canvas, or musicians who can only make random sounds with their instruments. if you ask me, it takes real poets to make real poetry. everyone else is just making noise.
most of you have probably heard about the massive new particle accelerator the smartypants at CERN are about to fire up in Europe this summer but did you know that there’s a slight possibility that the enormous energy generated by smashing atoms together could create a black hole?
a black hole. you know, those massive voids in space that prey on celestial bodies, capable of crushing planets and generally giving things a hard time. so what happens if one forms underneath the border between France and Switzerland this summer? could it be the end of life as we know it?
i say bring it on. life is getting boring anyway.