Seriously, the only band you could add to that that would make me more excited would be Dethklok. Chimaira is my fucking band this year. Resurrection is pretty much the theme song of 2009 for me. Or it was the theme song for 2008. Or something like that.
And Disturbed? Come on. That'll make four, and I'll still want to see them again.
Barricade duty: One. More. Time.
Is it worth it?
Last week my mind kept asking me, "is it worth it?"
The center of the question being if it would be worth reading
I realized last night I really don't care. I mean sure, it'd be nice and everything. But it's not a question of whether or not it's worth reading. It's a question of whether or not it's worth writing for me.
And it is worth writing.
Funny little scenes popping up here and there.
One of Jen's roomates smashing Jake in the back with a rolling pin for sneaking around their house in the middle of the night. Amazonian proportions bearing down on him because she thought he was some prowler. The shock as they all realized he'd been in her room with her. The "we're just friends" wall suddenly seeming to weaken in everyone else's eyes. The truth being so much simpler than anyone else would believe.
The idea of two people spending so much time together, so many years together, and only realizing it when confronted with something major. His offering to pay for her to go visit her grandmother, her feeling overwhelmed and caught in a moment.
Memories shared of stupid actions in their past.
Her beating the shit out of some girl in high school for daring to say bad things about him. Hiding it from him because she feared what he'd think if he knew why she was suspended for that day. Him calling her "killer" when she finally told him, years later.
Her threatening a repeat performance when she learns what her roomate did to him.
Him taking out the school bully for touching her in a way he shouldn't have. Her nursing him at the kitchen table after and telling her dad to mind his own damn business for telling her boys who fight are bad news.
Her falling off her bike at eight years old. Him carrying her, running, collapsing in a heap when her dad took her from him. Her feeling guilty for knowing she'd played it up just to have him hold her longer. Her dad's relief when he saw it was just a scratch.
Shared memories of playing with her older sister in their back room, him sitting at the little pink table while she waited on him hand and foot. Her sister being angry at her for taking the demeaning role. Her trying to explain how good he was to her, even then.
"I don't want to be kids playing house in the back room anymore, Jake."
Destiny suddenly tangible, in a silly shared memory. Confession looming, everything they ever wanted about to crash across the gate.
I don't know whether it'll be worth reading or not. I write it because I have to. I'll answer the other question when it matters - after.
Saw the impeached Illinois Governator on the TV box thing this morning whining because impeachment is such an unfair practice. "What happened until innocent until proven guilty?! I wasn't even allowed to bring in witnesses for myself!"
Wah. You got caught, you got busted, deal bitch.
Granted, it's not like he's different from any other government official. It's just that he's from a state KNOWN for being caught. They must have some HIGH LEVEL stupid going on in their government training facilities. Everybody else figures out how to do it behind closed doors. These people practically advertise it, like they're proud or something.
You can't deny public record, dude. Rawk on, live long, rot.
Solaris - a movie in WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
OK, so we watched Solaris ver. Clooney a couple weeks back and thought it was pretty good. Slow, but intentionally so and not in any unenjoyable way. Plenty of open questions, but still good closure. That's the way a movie should be.
Then we watched Solaris ver. Russian Drug Tank this weekend.
I'm all for pacing. Seriously. But there's no reason ANYBODY wants to watch a guy riding in a car for twenty minutes. Just riding. No talk. Just road and riding. No nothing.
And the scene with the painting? Seriously? Pan in, pan out. Move right. Pan in, pan out. Move up. Pain in, pan out. Etc, etc, etc.
The girl in it was pretty, even if she did have the typical five-o-clock shadow on her lip. That was the one saving grace of the entire film.
Older isn't always better. Too bad. Too bad.
Newer version - worth a watch. Older version - worth a watch if someone cut about an hour twenty of stationary nonsense from it.
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