Skipped another two days, dammit, but I'm starting to feel as though this kind of intermittent (though mostly stable) posting is going to be inevitable. I just get going on my day and unfortunately (or fortunately) stay very busy (working *and* playing) for all of it, and the next thing I know it's long after midnight, and I'm feeling pretty shot out.
But! Friday night I saw Funny People, and that was really great, I thought. I mean, it was quite a long film for what was essentially a comedy, but it really only dragged for me a very little bit about 2/3 of the way through. Other than that, I was pretty engaged, and Eric Bana's character taught me a valuable lesson, I think: "Under anger, there's hurt, but under hurt, there's love." And, really, I think this is true. The angrier you are, the more you're really showing how hurt you are, but on a deeper level still, you have a lot of feelings there that could potentially be a great deal of love.
Anyway, enough of my armchair "psychologizing", as that dear ol' asshole GW Bush would have said.
Last night, I was with a co-worker's get-together at a somewhat local bar, and that was really good. Started off pretty bad, but got very, very good pretty quickly. Because, in essence, I'm the happiest drunk in the world. I mean, I don't get belligerent *at all*. I'm truly the happiest, most social person you'd ever want to meet when I've got my buzz on. Kinda the exact opposite of what I'm like when I'm sober. (Not really, but sorta, at times, yeah.)
And today, whilst at my fave pizza place of all time -- Lefty's in North Park (my hood) -- it turned out that I met a pretty intriguing girl. I went there with a Zapatistas shirt on, and she told me that she'd actually seen the leader of the group speak live in Tijuana. So, that got me super intrigued and we ended up talking for a short while, and right away she invited me to check out this bookstore she helps run at UCSD. I don't know much about her other than she helps run an artists' collective, and she's EZLN-friendly, but those two things alone are enough for me to really want to find out more about her. Gotta put that on my list of things to do this week, methinks.
Anyway, holy shit, another week of work dead-ahead. And with that I'm off to bed. (Rhymin' fool again.)
But! Friday night I saw Funny People, and that was really great, I thought. I mean, it was quite a long film for what was essentially a comedy, but it really only dragged for me a very little bit about 2/3 of the way through. Other than that, I was pretty engaged, and Eric Bana's character taught me a valuable lesson, I think: "Under anger, there's hurt, but under hurt, there's love." And, really, I think this is true. The angrier you are, the more you're really showing how hurt you are, but on a deeper level still, you have a lot of feelings there that could potentially be a great deal of love.
Anyway, enough of my armchair "psychologizing", as that dear ol' asshole GW Bush would have said.
Last night, I was with a co-worker's get-together at a somewhat local bar, and that was really good. Started off pretty bad, but got very, very good pretty quickly. Because, in essence, I'm the happiest drunk in the world. I mean, I don't get belligerent *at all*. I'm truly the happiest, most social person you'd ever want to meet when I've got my buzz on. Kinda the exact opposite of what I'm like when I'm sober. (Not really, but sorta, at times, yeah.)
And today, whilst at my fave pizza place of all time -- Lefty's in North Park (my hood) -- it turned out that I met a pretty intriguing girl. I went there with a Zapatistas shirt on, and she told me that she'd actually seen the leader of the group speak live in Tijuana. So, that got me super intrigued and we ended up talking for a short while, and right away she invited me to check out this bookstore she helps run at UCSD. I don't know much about her other than she helps run an artists' collective, and she's EZLN-friendly, but those two things alone are enough for me to really want to find out more about her. Gotta put that on my list of things to do this week, methinks.
Anyway, holy shit, another week of work dead-ahead. And with that I'm off to bed. (Rhymin' fool again.)
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Mr. Smith and I also saw Funny People this weekend. I described it to a friend as being like watching a porn where you don't want to fast forward through the plot parts. There were moments in that movie that were very funny, but what made it successful was that the intervening moments between jokes were more than just filler, or a way to get from one joke to another. I enjoyed it.