Holy fuck!!!! 
That's it, the bar has been raised. Three films; three masterpieces.
The votes are in, ladies and gentlemen, Charlie Kaufman is the Shizit. The king of American cinema - the Duke of Art as Film.
Just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. What to say? Words utterly fail me.
Sunshine following on the heels of Adaptation following on the heels of Being John Malkovich...what's there to say? Seriously. To compare him to Kubrick would do him no justice, and I mean that will all sincerity.
Sorry if I seem muddled. I scored some Sake today, just for kicks, and ended up taking a painkiller for my shoulder. Whoa-ho! What a good combination. Well, good if you ignore the nauseua and headache and the fact that I am overly stoned, or was. Finally, after too long, I feel like I'm actually starting to come down. This would have been a lot of fun if it had been on purpose and not a fucking accident (i meant to get a little tipsy, but I didn't count on getting utterly smashed in the process).
Sake is weird. It's something I feel like I would enjoy if I got the good stuff. This is like uber cheap, eight bucks a bottle shit made here in America. I can only imagine how good the real shit from Japan is. Oh, oh, oh! And I bet even cheap sake mixed with horchata (spl?) is KICK ASS! Horchata is a Mexican drink, otherwise known as "rice water" (don't let the name fool you, it's very sugary, very cheap to buy, and totally kick ass...any real Mexican restaurant worth it's salt will have this shit by the ton, and it'll be homemade - otherwise I'm willing to bet the food sucks, cause if they won't make fresh horchata, they won't make good food in general...just a rule of thumb...).
Where'd my train of thought go? Oh, yeah, it got derailed. So, OK!, off to stare at the ceiling over my bed (I need a new bed...this one is super old and squeaks and is tiny and I need to get a new one but I'm going to get a new truck, god be willing, on Monday, so I need to save my money).
That's it, the bar has been raised. Three films; three masterpieces.
The votes are in, ladies and gentlemen, Charlie Kaufman is the Shizit. The king of American cinema - the Duke of Art as Film.
Just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. What to say? Words utterly fail me.
Sunshine following on the heels of Adaptation following on the heels of Being John Malkovich...what's there to say? Seriously. To compare him to Kubrick would do him no justice, and I mean that will all sincerity.
Sorry if I seem muddled. I scored some Sake today, just for kicks, and ended up taking a painkiller for my shoulder. Whoa-ho! What a good combination. Well, good if you ignore the nauseua and headache and the fact that I am overly stoned, or was. Finally, after too long, I feel like I'm actually starting to come down. This would have been a lot of fun if it had been on purpose and not a fucking accident (i meant to get a little tipsy, but I didn't count on getting utterly smashed in the process).
Sake is weird. It's something I feel like I would enjoy if I got the good stuff. This is like uber cheap, eight bucks a bottle shit made here in America. I can only imagine how good the real shit from Japan is. Oh, oh, oh! And I bet even cheap sake mixed with horchata (spl?) is KICK ASS! Horchata is a Mexican drink, otherwise known as "rice water" (don't let the name fool you, it's very sugary, very cheap to buy, and totally kick ass...any real Mexican restaurant worth it's salt will have this shit by the ton, and it'll be homemade - otherwise I'm willing to bet the food sucks, cause if they won't make fresh horchata, they won't make good food in general...just a rule of thumb...).
Where'd my train of thought go? Oh, yeah, it got derailed. So, OK!, off to stare at the ceiling over my bed (I need a new bed...this one is super old and squeaks and is tiny and I need to get a new one but I'm going to get a new truck, god be willing, on Monday, so I need to save my money).