April 30th, 2004
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Badhead/The Debt Collector
So far
I’ve not really stayed in touch
Well, you knew as much
It’s no surprise
That today
I get up around two
From a lack of anything to do
I can’t sleep, and trying to just makes me feel worse. It seems like being able to rest on planes is like a college quarterback, some days it’s so natural, and others it’s just a mess and best left alone.
And I might as well just grin and bear it
Cuz it’s not worth the trouble of an argument
I keep hearing “chokedee” (good luck) flash across my mind as my eyes close. That Thai rap might have done more damage than good. :]
I wonder why old movies move so fast, like everyone was on speed: cars, flags, people motioning. Was it because everything was at a lower framerate or the camera recording was out of sync with the projector? I’m sure a visit to howthingswork (coincidentally the name of a sleeper physics class favorite of many UVa non-engineers) or a simple web search would provide the answer, but as a kid I believed that everyone was just in a real big hurry back then. Or robots.
So many moons, quiet in the Milky Way.
Sun sun…sun…sun…
Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes. Those gone little Thai girls are exactly what I’m talking about.
Lost in Translation started here last week. Mikiko and I tried to go see it but it was crazy sold out so the celebration was postponed. I know it’ll be worth more of my eighteen dollars than Appleseed, which was pretty much a let down and a waste except for the music (Paul Oakenfold/Boom Boom Satellites). Too bad, the trailer looked wicked. Problems:
too much talking *
very bad writing *
action went downhill after the first ten minutes *
climax/ending had no build up or meaning *
I think that it has a purpose, but not as a movie. I’d just hack up clips from it and put them in a music video, or a rave, or viz, or something. But not as a movie with a story and worth a hundred minutes.
What is your one purpose in life?
To explode of course.
