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ladyoflorien) wrote2004-02-28 07:44 pm
ladyoflorien) wrote2004-02-28 07:44 pm
Allegorical introspection, a lost art perhaps.
I just saw a really good movie. You can always tell when you're watching a good movie, because you can never make up your mind about it until the end. It was called "Wonder Boys" and it had Michael Douglas and Tobey Maguire and Robert Downey Jr. in it. It was so interesting. I loved the first hour, HATED the following hour, and was incredibly moved by the last half hour. It was very emotionally involving and... what's the right word... disturbing. Very disturbing. The characters were frightening. And I loved all of them. AND OMGA! ALAN TUDYK WAS IN IT! OMGA!! WAT!!! WAT FROM "A KNIGHTS TALE"!!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITING IT WAS TO SPOT HIM IN THE CAST!!! Okay, I'm good. But really, Tobey Maguire really intrigues me as an actor. All his characters are so... multi-dimensional. Fascinating actor, I can't wait to see what he pulls out in the years to come. Hee, I think he also has to be responsible for my Theme For The Day, which came about when his character was under the influence...
Today's Theme For The Day:
James: Whoa! The doors made so much noise... It was so embarrassing, they had to carry him out...
Grady: Is he all right?
Terry: He's fine. He's narrating.
James: They were going to the men's room, but, would they make it in time?
I also got to watch "Big" earlier! Eeee! It's been SO LONG since I've seen that movie!! I love it so. I like this Oscar Weekend Marathon thing that FX is doing. A lot of good movies playing back to back? You can't lose. Earlier Edward Scissorhands was on, but I opted not to watch it. And not because I just saw it less than a month ago or anything. Because it was already in the last half hour, and I didn't feel like going through the sad parts with no happy memories to counteract them. ...What are you looking at???
*ahem* So yeah. Today's been rather slow. JD is here with Bry and I've just basically been watching movies all day. I've been waiting for a quiet moment to study my watchtower for tomorrow's meeting, but at the rate JD is going I'm probably not going to get it done in time. *sigh* Thursday I raised my hand THREE TIMES and never got called on. Oh well, at least I made the effort. So I dunno what I'll do for the rest of the night. Just hang out I guess.
Last night I saw "Intolerable Cruelty" with George Clooney and Catherine Zeta-Jones (Douglas?) in it. It was actually really good! I didn't think it would be, but I enjoyed it. My dad seemed to think it was the most hysterical thing he'd ever seen for some reason. I found it amusing, but not THAT funny. Though I DO have to say that George Clooney's facial expressions were INCREDIBLE. Hahaha, not over-the-top, but still comical. I loved it. It was a pretty good movie. It reminded me a lot of "Down With Love" but I definitely liked it better than I did DWL.
And can I just say last night's "Monk"? Great. I loved it. It DEFINITELY made up for the previous episode, which was so horrible I can't even begin to describe in full how awful it was. Next week is the season finale, and TIM CURRY is going to be a guest star! Yay! I'm so excited. :D
Thursday's ER was also good. We got a little more on Frank's back-story, which was interesting. I never really noticed him being bigoted before, but apparently I just glossed over it or something. Or they just made him exceptionally bad in this episode. Whatever the case, I enjoy his character and hope they tone down his nastiness a little. And we got to see more on that cute little red-headed Danny Elfman look-alike. I sooo did not remember the guy who hijacked a tank to come "take his ass out" or whatever he said. Mom and dad had to remind me. But heh, funny. It was a very suspenseful episode now that I think about it. And Luka... well, he still hasn't redeemed himself, but I think he might be working on the right track. *nods slowly*
It seems like all I talk about anymore is television and movies. *sigh* Life has grown so weary...
Well this at least should be a refreshing change: Thursday was fun. Janille's visit actually went pretty well. Boy that girl can talk. I don't think I'd ever have to worry about an uncomfortable pause brewing between the two of us. But she's growing into a fine adult. She really is maturing wonderfully, letting go of a lot of her lesser habits, and starting to show her true beauty and form as the years march on. It's refreshing to see, especially for someone like me who feels as though they're suffocating in a despondent sea, surrounded by empty thoughts and words and hollow faces that aren't on the same page as I, that never were, that probably never will be. It's nice to know that amidst the turning tossing masses of those still clinging to old limps and crutches and afraid to grow and move on for fear of losing the very things that hold them back, there are those who look wholly forward, towards the future and the greater matters, those of whom I can discuss and confer with. People I can actually talk to about things that matter. Those of which I can have satisfying conversations, so that I walk away feeling fulfilled, not emptied. It's nice.
So yeah, service was good, brother Palmer's talk after the bookstudy was WONDERFUL, and... yeah. I'm getting really agitated by one person I know though. He's got me very bothered and ruffled. I'm sort of angry with him at the moment, though I have no justifiable reason to be. I'm just irked by his behavior, and I want some answers, but I don't feel it's my place to ask the questions. I suppose I find myself at an impasse. So I just have to let it go. I've been rolling the words that bro Palmer said in his talk around in my head since he said them, and they're very encouraging and heartening. I just have to... actually I'm not really sure what I have to do. Blindfold myself or stare wide-eyed ahead, the answer isn't really so clear to me anymore that I can distinguish the right choice from the wrong. I just... I see myself as though I'm standing at a cross-roads, a metaphor that's perhaps a little too overused. But I see before me a road, and two more, one at either side, stretching out muted and nude with sand in three directions, the surrounding earth green and mossy, not a stone or pebble to be seen. Trees and vines and more moss and mold surround the spot, and a road sign like a white spike, a partial picket-fence, rears upward to blue sky mottled with cloud. Three signs jut out from the pole, but the words are smeared. The directions are indistinguishable. And I can't tell yet which way is the way I want to go. But I'm beginning to feel that I should take up the blindfold and secure it around my eyes, because it's going to take some feeling to figure out where I want to be now.
*sigh* I suppose I've babbled long enough about nothing at all. I just have pictures in my head, images swirling around in high-definition color, and I'm trying to make sense of them, of what they are, of where they go, and who they belong to.
Today's Theme For The Day:
James: Whoa! The doors made so much noise... It was so embarrassing, they had to carry him out...
Grady: Is he all right?
Terry: He's fine. He's narrating.
James: They were going to the men's room, but, would they make it in time?
I also got to watch "Big" earlier! Eeee! It's been SO LONG since I've seen that movie!! I love it so. I like this Oscar Weekend Marathon thing that FX is doing. A lot of good movies playing back to back? You can't lose. Earlier Edward Scissorhands was on, but I opted not to watch it. And not because I just saw it less than a month ago or anything. Because it was already in the last half hour, and I didn't feel like going through the sad parts with no happy memories to counteract them. ...What are you looking at???
*ahem* So yeah. Today's been rather slow. JD is here with Bry and I've just basically been watching movies all day. I've been waiting for a quiet moment to study my watchtower for tomorrow's meeting, but at the rate JD is going I'm probably not going to get it done in time. *sigh* Thursday I raised my hand THREE TIMES and never got called on. Oh well, at least I made the effort. So I dunno what I'll do for the rest of the night. Just hang out I guess.
Last night I saw "Intolerable Cruelty" with George Clooney and Catherine Zeta-Jones (Douglas?) in it. It was actually really good! I didn't think it would be, but I enjoyed it. My dad seemed to think it was the most hysterical thing he'd ever seen for some reason. I found it amusing, but not THAT funny. Though I DO have to say that George Clooney's facial expressions were INCREDIBLE. Hahaha, not over-the-top, but still comical. I loved it. It was a pretty good movie. It reminded me a lot of "Down With Love" but I definitely liked it better than I did DWL.
And can I just say last night's "Monk"? Great. I loved it. It DEFINITELY made up for the previous episode, which was so horrible I can't even begin to describe in full how awful it was. Next week is the season finale, and TIM CURRY is going to be a guest star! Yay! I'm so excited. :D
Thursday's ER was also good. We got a little more on Frank's back-story, which was interesting. I never really noticed him being bigoted before, but apparently I just glossed over it or something. Or they just made him exceptionally bad in this episode. Whatever the case, I enjoy his character and hope they tone down his nastiness a little. And we got to see more on that cute little red-headed Danny Elfman look-alike. I sooo did not remember the guy who hijacked a tank to come "take his ass out" or whatever he said. Mom and dad had to remind me. But heh, funny. It was a very suspenseful episode now that I think about it. And Luka... well, he still hasn't redeemed himself, but I think he might be working on the right track. *nods slowly*
It seems like all I talk about anymore is television and movies. *sigh* Life has grown so weary...
Well this at least should be a refreshing change: Thursday was fun. Janille's visit actually went pretty well. Boy that girl can talk. I don't think I'd ever have to worry about an uncomfortable pause brewing between the two of us. But she's growing into a fine adult. She really is maturing wonderfully, letting go of a lot of her lesser habits, and starting to show her true beauty and form as the years march on. It's refreshing to see, especially for someone like me who feels as though they're suffocating in a despondent sea, surrounded by empty thoughts and words and hollow faces that aren't on the same page as I, that never were, that probably never will be. It's nice to know that amidst the turning tossing masses of those still clinging to old limps and crutches and afraid to grow and move on for fear of losing the very things that hold them back, there are those who look wholly forward, towards the future and the greater matters, those of whom I can discuss and confer with. People I can actually talk to about things that matter. Those of which I can have satisfying conversations, so that I walk away feeling fulfilled, not emptied. It's nice.
So yeah, service was good, brother Palmer's talk after the bookstudy was WONDERFUL, and... yeah. I'm getting really agitated by one person I know though. He's got me very bothered and ruffled. I'm sort of angry with him at the moment, though I have no justifiable reason to be. I'm just irked by his behavior, and I want some answers, but I don't feel it's my place to ask the questions. I suppose I find myself at an impasse. So I just have to let it go. I've been rolling the words that bro Palmer said in his talk around in my head since he said them, and they're very encouraging and heartening. I just have to... actually I'm not really sure what I have to do. Blindfold myself or stare wide-eyed ahead, the answer isn't really so clear to me anymore that I can distinguish the right choice from the wrong. I just... I see myself as though I'm standing at a cross-roads, a metaphor that's perhaps a little too overused. But I see before me a road, and two more, one at either side, stretching out muted and nude with sand in three directions, the surrounding earth green and mossy, not a stone or pebble to be seen. Trees and vines and more moss and mold surround the spot, and a road sign like a white spike, a partial picket-fence, rears upward to blue sky mottled with cloud. Three signs jut out from the pole, but the words are smeared. The directions are indistinguishable. And I can't tell yet which way is the way I want to go. But I'm beginning to feel that I should take up the blindfold and secure it around my eyes, because it's going to take some feeling to figure out where I want to be now.
*sigh* I suppose I've babbled long enough about nothing at all. I just have pictures in my head, images swirling around in high-definition color, and I'm trying to make sense of them, of what they are, of where they go, and who they belong to.