Tomorrow's a good day. Batman Begins and Land of The Dead on DVD in the same week! If War of The Worlds came out tomorrow, too -- I can't imagine. They would've shoved my June into a day. One month into one day -- unfortunately, Batman doesn't have DTS. (Yet all the four "Special Edition" versions of the previous movies have it. Retarded.)
I've had some darkness and some beauty in the past few days. Driving back from work on Saturday, I ran over a raccoon. It's not so much that I hit it with my tire than it is that the jutting metal that seperates my engine from the rest of my car knocked him on the head at 65 MPH. You heard a sickening crack and my car didn't even weave. I don't even know if his head stayed on. Nor do I want to know. In 20 years, I had never killed an animal. And then, in a split second, I could no longer say that about myself. I had just run down an animal -- not maliciously, but all the same, I had actually done it.
And then, yesterday -- heading out to my car to take a smoke break -- there's leaves rolling down and around in the sky, spinning and twirling like a small plastic bag in a certain movie I have seen way too often. I have the fag sitting in the corner of my mouth, alit, with "The Bleeding Heart Show" resounding through my car and my head, and I'm surrounded by leaves falling like snowflakes on a blustery day.
Of course, yesterday WAS a blustery day. So blustery that a portion of Sanford had lost power -- perfectly enough, about five or ten minutes before I got to "Bat Country".
But that only lasted ten minutes or so after I arrived. The first "Wag The Movie" episode was recorded, as was an actual song from "Super Soap". 'Twas a silly night.
Now I got food/Domino/piercing for Zombiesdontrun (no piercings for me -- I can't possbly think of a place where they wouldn't look horrible) on Wednesday. Maybe Beer And Burgers on Saturday. Actually having a life is tiring! I'd forgotten so quickly.
I've had some darkness and some beauty in the past few days. Driving back from work on Saturday, I ran over a raccoon. It's not so much that I hit it with my tire than it is that the jutting metal that seperates my engine from the rest of my car knocked him on the head at 65 MPH. You heard a sickening crack and my car didn't even weave. I don't even know if his head stayed on. Nor do I want to know. In 20 years, I had never killed an animal. And then, in a split second, I could no longer say that about myself. I had just run down an animal -- not maliciously, but all the same, I had actually done it.
And then, yesterday -- heading out to my car to take a smoke break -- there's leaves rolling down and around in the sky, spinning and twirling like a small plastic bag in a certain movie I have seen way too often. I have the fag sitting in the corner of my mouth, alit, with "The Bleeding Heart Show" resounding through my car and my head, and I'm surrounded by leaves falling like snowflakes on a blustery day.
Of course, yesterday WAS a blustery day. So blustery that a portion of Sanford had lost power -- perfectly enough, about five or ten minutes before I got to "Bat Country".
But that only lasted ten minutes or so after I arrived. The first "Wag The Movie" episode was recorded, as was an actual song from "Super Soap". 'Twas a silly night.
Now I got food/Domino/piercing for Zombiesdontrun (no piercings for me -- I can't possbly think of a place where they wouldn't look horrible) on Wednesday. Maybe Beer And Burgers on Saturday. Actually having a life is tiring! I'd forgotten so quickly.
myomiao:
Sorry to hear about the raccoon ... sounds traumatizing.... 