Wow, it’s been nearly a week since I’ve updated this thing! Typically I would have used the adjective ‘bloody’ in there — “…nearly a week since I’ve updated this bloody thing!” — except that, well, were it bloody, it would have long since scabbed over from neglect. So. Let’s pick some scabs and get the juices flowing again!
Let’s see. Home right now, as opposed to being at work, because it’s that one day out of the six-day cycle that the school’s on when I have three preps — empty periods (keeping in vogue with the blood-thing I started in the first paragraph) — back-to-back. Rather than stay at work for the duration of this time, twiddling my thumbs and photocopying and marking, I’ve opted to come home and drink coffee, spoil my cat and relax in preparation for the second and final round of PST interviews tonight (that I’m listening to music should never be doubted; I’m listening to the top release, what).
Been having a good week. Took time the other night, Tuesday, to indulge in the new Kaufman flick in the radiant and heartwarming company of my charming girlfriend. Enjoyed it thoroughly. I was especially amused that, about thirty minutes into it, she expressed her theory on where the movie was going and how it was to end, a theory that I myself had been busy postulating too and was just moments from sharing. Funny that her and I were on the same wave length and, hurray for us, we were right — the movie went where we predicted and, personally, I loved it all the more because of that. I really need to sit her down to share some David Lynch with, as I’m keen to see what she’ll make of Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive — two of my favorite movies.
zpp[d, er, oops, excuse me a minute… need to refill my coffee.
Ok, now where was I. Ah, yes. While on a tangentially post-modern topic, I finished Grant Morrison’s “The Invisibles” last week and… I’ve been humbled. Good as I perceive myself at deciphering divergent and fragmented narratives — refer to the third paragraph above — I found myself getting more and more lost with each volume read. To say the least, I’m pleased; pleased at the challenge it presents and pleased at having to re-read the series to gleam some greater meaning from it, especially given how much I enjoyed it the first time through.
Hmmm. This is taking a bit longer than intended so, let’s see if some point-form scribbling can’t help in expediting the process.
Nuts in pocket. Muddy hands. Knife in palm and telephone too. I can’t reach you no matter how fast I run; I’m invisible in the red glare of your lights. My given chase futile, you’re gone. I recite in my mind while passing VPU 240: “To whom it may concern: my thanks to you for your kindness in assisting my girlfriend and I. Your generosity in helping others speaks volumes about your character and for that we, as in the human species, are much obliged. Your actions this day shall not go unnoticed. In short, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, you piss useless twat.”
:)