Ooof. Still overworked. But I took a break today, and went and picked up this couch that I bought from a student here. It was quite an adventure; me and some friends wheeled it the 4 blocks to my place on top of a shopping cart. Luckily the weather was nice. I love the new couch. Upon getting it upstairs, we all sat down, took... Read More
don't worry there is no hrm
i sent him the link and we were both looking on the online and commenting to each other. pinki gets bored all day by herself, he's the only one online to talk to a lot of the time.
So there's this one scene in the book where these friends are having dinner, and one of them raises points out that it's been a year since their friend was killed in a car accident - and everyone thinks he's a dick for pointing it out.
I think the characters generally aren't as empty as they behave - bear in mind the ever-present drug use - but they behave the way they do because that's how you fit in here. Which is a stupid notion in itself, because I don't think there's a person alive who couldn't fit in in a city of 16+ million people. It's more that I'm noticing all these people in my LA life are just absent when things get uncomfortable or difficult, and I don't blame them for it. I've bought into the game, because if you don't you get hurt - but I'm not convinced it's the way people should be.
I've just been trying to figure out exactly what it is I believe - and though I haven't come up with many answers, it's a very rewarding process. (The robot inside me is having a lot of trouble with the fact that questions, without answers, are rewarding)
I feel like I should be in a philosophy class at Reed, and that makes me want to shoot myself. Or writing a book, which again makes me want to shoot myself. I'm just inclined to the Arts and Humanities, while finding most artists and ... humanitarians (?) repulsive. It's odd.
Oh my, this got long. Anyway, I know this all sounds very crisis-like and depressed, but I'm really doing quite well. At least, I'm happy a lot of the time I'm sober, which is pretty good for me.
Shaolin vs. Evil Dead turned out not to be that great, to my complete shock. There wasn't nearly enough kung-fu, which was a big problem, and the plot was completely bizarre and somewhat incoherent, which is ok, I guess, but it just wasn't that entertaining. I was reflecting to myself that perhaps this movie disproves my earlier claim that watching a movie, any movie, is... Read More
Something terrible has happened to my car. I don't know what, but it's very, very sad right now. I swear to god, the one time that I do a shitty job parallel parking (by which I mean, I'm 6 inches from the curb instead of 3. If you don't think that's shitty, it's because you don't know how to parallel park.) the car won't start.... Read More
You're totally right. Wolfy ate kibble because we got him here in Canada, but my parents were always buying 60 dollars worth of meat to make it into a stew for him. My uncle's dog in Poland is fed scraps--and, of course, the odd omelet or bun soaked in milk for breakfast. Wolfy would not eat doggie treats if someone offered them to him--he only liked kielbasa--and not the cheap american knockoff stuff either. Adele (now named Adelcia by my parents, or Bzdziagwa by my dad) is quickly learning all about that as well.
The big news: I'm getting knee surgery on March 16th. They're finally gonna fix my right knee for real, hopefully. I'm seriously dreading being incapacitated and dependent for awhile, but I figure at least it'll be a good chance to take a break and watch a lot of movies. Feel free to recommend some.
Of other news, I started a new blog, which you can... Read More