"American Psycho" (2000)

This film has me absolutely fascinated.

I'm interested in what the director's ideas were on visual stuff.

I'm also wondering how Christian Bale got to be such an amazing actor. He is so much better with comedy than I expected...

Hmmm and this main character here, Patrick Bateman, he is very quirky. I'd like to call him complex but I'm not sure he is. Er maybe that's too simple or too easy a diagnosis.

The thing with the business cards is absolutely bizarre but extremely funny in a sort of special currency/microcosm kind of way.

His plastic businessman smile is great for how plastic and slimy it is and how it works in the business context.

He's a surprizingly bad liar under pressure. He has a lot of sex for someone who doesn't enjoy it.

I have heard that serial killers are typically very neat and meticulous. He is very neat and meticulous. His appartment is quite white and sterile. His utensil drawer has each item spaced about and inch and a half from the next, as if it's in a museum display not there for proper usage.

His facial expressions are unbelieveably telling nad unbelieveably layered. He said (as the narrator) that he only had two discernable emotions, disgust and anger.

I'm seeing a different side of prostitution in this...

What an incredible feeling, to be so loved.

Today, some of my friends showed me how they loved me. Today has been an incredible day.

I'm so afraid of writing this post because I am SURE that I cannot do such a "day" justice. What's worse, I don't think the GOOD parts of this day will seem as good with out the context of the BAD parts of this day but...I don't really want to talk about the bad parts because, well, I'm ashamed of myself.

This morning I first woke up at 6.44 am because someone left the house noisily (this is not a complaint but rather a fact). I stayed up til about 7.15 doing some stuff on the computer then had big plans for snoozing til 8 because I wasn't actually so tired that I couldn't see (as I normally am at that time of day) and I liked the idea of getting an early start on a day that was set to be rather busy.
My friend called at 9 to say she was a-ready and available to come over and help me with moving but that she didn't have the car. I had neglected to mention, when I asked for her help, that I was hoping to use the wheels. My bad. So, out of stupidity or childishness but certainly disappointment, I listened to her voice mail but kept on sleeping, claiming I would get up round 9.30.
I ignored a call from my support coach at 10.30 which I KNEW was going to come at 10.30 and said I would just go get showered n' whatever and call her back, ideally before 11am.
I didn't actually get my life out of "bed" until about 12.30.
BLECCCCH.

I hate waking up late. It makes me feel incredibly disgusting and self-loathing. Then I had to call people back. I actually had to face those two and tell them why I hadn't kept my word. I hate this. When I start a day off crap, I always want to continue in my firstly hours all by myself, so I can work through things. (I'm yet unsure whether this is a good or bad thing.)

I called my moving friend back and we discussed our miscommunication. Then she told me about a few things that she had been working through (largely thanks to Mere Christianity...oh C.S. Lews, you obedient man, you) and we had an awesome discussion about it. Like it was animated and personal; iron sharpening iron; confess your sins to one another, just all around good. I'm far better with her on the telephone than I am in person - go figure.

How is it
or rather,
why is it
that the people I know, a fair chunk of them, respect me?

Why do people...talk to me like I'm ...not a pile of uselessness? How cuz no one sees me the way I do? What's wrong with me?

Today I had a moment of transparency with a friend who I never thought I would have one with. I did feel a little embarassed for what I was saying (rightly so because it was dumb) but WOW what an incredibly freeing feeling to know you're being full-on open and honest, vulnerable, holding nothing back and leaving yourself WIDE open to being rejected. It's good. I have recently taken to prefacing such confessions with, "I'm just gonna have a moment of transparency here," or something to that effect just so my listener can pick up what I'm putting down. He took it well. But he also didn't fawn all over me or give me cheap affirmation. It was good. ... But I've slipped out of my chronology here....


So after with her, the moving friend, I went downtown to deposit some cash. I....don't believe God sometimes, I really don't. I didn't even ask Him for help this time because I was prepared to keep on squeaking by as long as I needed to until I wasn't squeaking. I've had about $25 since Monday (my account went into the red, thanks to a cheque I forgot about) and I have no idea how far it would have lasted. It's one thing to just eke by but it's another to try to do ministry/support raising, esp when I need to leave town this weekend. I'd have been somewhat miserable, I promise you.
This afternoon I find a lovely friend of mine has given me a random ("random") gift to help with my non-ministry ministry expenses. I'm...amazed. It's just so random. And honestly, this time I kept my bank balance all to myself because really - there are only so many times one can play the same sad song. But He saw it. He saw what I needed and He provided and I'm disgusted by my own unbelief. I'm disgusted with how oftenly I try to go my own way.
On Friday or Saturday of last week I asked Him straight-up to humble me. (I ask for that every now and then because He delivers, oh yes.) I think this is just Phase One.

When I came home, I ate delicious Olivieri tortellini (mmm!) and watched half the bonus disc from the Die Hard box set which also made me happy. Then I decided to practice my vision/calling/support presentation because I'm tired of fumbling through it and doing a medoicre job. It's unfair to those I meet with and it causes me more distress than I am prepared to accept.
It took me a very long while and one HUGELY immoral distraction to finally get down to it but I got down to it. All the while I was waiting for my self to catch up with myself, I half prayed, "God, help me with this. God please make some kind of miracle...God, help me to focus." It wasn't even easy when I did start speaking aloud but it got better. I fine-tuned and re-worked; I felt good about it, my short-term memory was playing nice..it was an awesome experience that I think I'll stop describing.
I'm reminded now of part of the conversation I had with my moving friend earlier on today. We talked about the principle which says, what you feed lives and what you starve dies. What's key about this phrase is its graduality. It means that the seemingly unconquerable IS conquerable IF you are committed and consistent. By the grace of God, we're not stuck in an all-or-nothing obstacle course. You don't starve something by withholding one meal but neither do you undo a three-months-empty stomach's work by slipping in a snack. NO, it doesn't help you but neither is it the end of the world. I like this. I enjoy (on some level) the gritty up-hill climb of beating sins or side-thorns such as these.

Today and in the past few days I have asked God to give me a passion for sharing my vision. I want Him to make this simpler for me, to give me a proper motivation and direction. I didn't realize until this moment that the reason that BOTH of my support appointments this evening went so swell-ly was that I was through every part of me enjoying just talking about the things of God, the things of ministry and the things of life. I worked hard on being ready to give to proper presentations today and when I asked my audiences what format they'd prefer, both rather [confidently] chose the "informal" and I breathed a sigh of relief with a silent thanks. Twas good.

I can't overstate the joys of wearing a bra that fits and stays where it should. Today I wore such a bra. Oh, what a glorious feeling.

Today I got a call from my friendy friend who just wanted to say hello. Nope, the exact words were, "I was just looking for a voice on the other end of the line," which isn't actually as desperate or cheeseball as it sounds. The point was that it wasn't a business or direct-question kind of call, just a hi-hi. I like those kind of calls.
I enjoyed the moment where he asked what I was doing and I said, "icing a cake!" There was definitely an exclamation point at the end and then I told him after he said "oh" or whatever, that I was, "so happy that I could say that and actually mean it. 'I'm icing a cake!'" hahahaa
(What's more, the cake turned out famously and was thoroughly enjoyed by my birthday-having friend.)
He got back yesterday and we talked briefly. I should have been more excited since he's been gone for a while and I DID enjoy seeing him but wasn't...overly ecstatic or any such thing. And I got the distinct impression that I needed to give him some breathing room. Here's the fun part - he asked if I wanted to play Scrabble (tomorrow). HOW NERD IS THAT??? Hahah of course I said yes. Of course. And then he said I could use his car to move house tomorrow. So...that was a great conversation.

I packed up the cake and headed over to sup appt number one. I was told there would be tea so I figured that a sweety dessert would be a nice accompaniment. Then I figured a cake would work since his berf day had just passed. It worked well. He loved it..I loved it...the tea was awesome, actually from Darjeeling in India..free-floatin leaves..no sugar. It was really good. This is the moment I realize with some sadness how much I have missed out on all these years I've boycotted tea. Hmm....:(
We talked about many many things and I realized that we had a real friendship. I realized that we weren't mere acquaintances and that this wasn't a business meeting. I realized that he didn't only see me as his number one fan (which I am -- he's a REWDE musician) which is rather freeing. I don't mind being only only a fan because shoot...that's some good music. But it's cool to have more than one dimension.
There were a few moments where his face changed enough to show that he was more than passionate about what he was saying. It wasn't like, "Ooh I love this," kind of passion but rather, "This is what unnerves me," and I really appreciated that. He was talking about something that, potentially, could have been very offensive to me OR at least flown in the face what I believe....but it was not offensive or abraisive at all. I was very pleased to hear all that and see his conviction. I rebutted, I agreed, half-agreed, clarified, connected, related, etc.; vouched, admitted and basically showed where I stood. It was....awesome. I really enjoyed myself, especially in that moment where I stopped talking and looked at him to see him take a half a moment to click back into reality, "Yeah. ...Yeah, I appreciate what you just said." Oh, how good it is to connect. I am...blessed beyond repair. (27)
Lastly, the way he talked about prayer moved me. It shocked me into speechlessness briefly. I guess the truth is that I didn't realize this about him so I was genuinely surprized. Moreover the commitment he made to fasting and praying for me, the assurance he gave me that any issue or spiritual warfare or whatever that I shared would be taken to heart and interceded for was ..breath-taking. [I've sat for five minutes trying to come up with a better word but I give up.]

My other support appointment was enjoyable in a similar way, that I got to have a real conversation with someone I very rarely talk with, never at length and um...the hot chocolate was delightful. We talked about many things, too, and we connected over frustratious things (like the heart-break that comes with family or close friends going through crap when you CAN'T INTERVENE) and had some rando laughs. I really enjoy her father-in-law whom I hadn't met til today. Him and his son, her husband, are ridiculous together. The wife/mother/mother-in-law says, "They two of them together never age past ten." It was a great way to put it. Just delightful to watch. I enjoyed.


Before I went to this second appointment, I found that my partnership director and his wife wanted to support me for Scotty which..I find myself humbled by. (Phase Two?) He wrote it coupled with his response to an email I had written about some silly conviction of mine. I felt weird writing it. I knew what I meant and what I was sure about but it certainly could have looked preposterous or even pretentious. I can only hope it found him well.

When I got home tonight I found another gift toward support and...well...I stared at my computer screen for maybe five minutes as I tried and tried and tried to process. I had my face down in my hands off-and-on..I could only stare. I forced myself to move on (but I'm still boggled).
I've talked to this person oftenly enough to know just how SNEAKY of a contribution this was. I can't put it into words. You gotta know the friendship and this person to get it. I suppose what gets me is that I know how well they know me. I know that this is an, "I support you," statement. Understand that I understand it's not about me. That being said, I'm overwhelmed and humbled - yet again. (Phase Three?)

And now it's 2am. I've been typing for the better part of three hours and I think I've come close to expressing what I wanted to express. The moral of the story is: God is good. What's more, I had a moment while I was typing where I didn't cringe at the name Jesus. That's a good moment.

David Schwimmer makes me laugh

It's the best AND worst decision of the day. It wasn't today...a few days ago. A few days ago I stopped in Zellers to buy some Dove soap. I love Dove soap. When the last bar was gone I started using Ivory because I have a few bars of that around and it doesn't seem r-ight to keep buying morelies when I have "perfectly good"s here. Ivory hates my skin. It eats it with a rusted spoon and deadly knife. It's just horrible.
So, when that Ive was FINALEMENT gone, I went for another Dove and they didn't have regular (i.e. no sensitive skin or moisturizey skin) so I went with something called "go fresh / energize". Um... it smells awesome.
In the store I had the box right up to my nose and I inhaled for DEEPly. It smells like....manliness. That's not the right word but that's what it makes me think of. I don't know why I went through with buying it but that's why I call it the best and worst idea of the day. It smells awesome and on top of that, it has those lil scratchy beads in it which are very scrubberly. I don't know why I'm writing a blog post about soap but I am. Deal with it.

my favorite moment of the day so far:

I was putting Vaseline-y cream/skin moisturizer on my arms while some peeps were heading out the door and my littlest sister, of the four-year-old persuasion, asked me why I was doing what I was doing. Actually, she probably said, "What's that stuff foorrr?" but the R would have come out as a couple Es..don't ask how.
I told her it makes your skin soft so she asked for some. I blopped the bloops on her arm and told her to rub it in. Then she asked me if I could finish it off for her since it wasn't happening as quickly for her as twas for me. I did what we'd all do: I held her wrist with one hand and then used my other to disperse the cream but, because she is LITTLE among littleness, she definitely stumbled a step and a half forward with however much (little?) force I had used. I didn't use that much force. It was very cute.

I feel like Canada is Gordie Howe and China is Wayne Gretzky.

we have fewer medals in TOTAL than China has assists, a.k.a. silver medals. ridiculous.

de la selva

two terms I picked up from this guy I met at STInt training:

(1) the "wife-respecter". He used it where the rest of us use "wife-beater", the tank top-ish thing that is always white, sometimes made of that mottley material that long-johns are made of and are often heavily tied to the kind of men who would beat on their wives. A lil while ago I decided that I should avoid this term because I don't need to make light of domestic abuse, nor do I need to refer to it anymore frequently than is appropriate, lest I decrease my sensitivity.

• What I enjoyed about the moment was that he slipped it into his sentence seamlessly (though that is how he talks all the time - he wasn't trying to pull a fast one on us) and not one of the other three people listening made a comment about it, let alone batted an eyelash. It's entiely possible that he was too quick for them to pick up on it, OR they've heard it before (and I'm the last to know), OR they're just too dang ol jaded. Either way, I enjoy that it works.
• What I enjoyed even morely was that satisfying click!-into-place that I felt when I heard the term and watched the reaction (or non-reaction). I have had a little void in my vocrabulary which has been crying out for a quicker-than-not way to refer to that particular article of clothing WITHOUT, as I mentioned above, making light or drawing unwarranted and gravity-decreasing attention. It's awkward to walk all the way round the block and up a ladder to get in the bathroom window....but I didn't get a single muddy footprnt on a carpet or handprint on a wall or doorknob and eventually I'll be rather adept with that alternate route.

(2) "color impartial". I've lost the original context - at least in specifics - but I can tell you generally that he was asserting that we, as a society, will never be able to be color blind. I suppose he meant that primarily in a literal way, that those of us who are blessed with sight cannot avoid noticing - or at least seeing - the color of other people. What's great about striving for impartiality (aside from it being a shout-out to James, chapter 2) is that it breathes reason and utility into what the phrase color blind intended. Without stepping into the argument on how much or whether we should "notice" color, I will claim that we should not concern ourselves with whether or not we see color, but rather whether we discriminate because of it.

Yes. "Color impartial." It works.

A friend of mine was refering to the Academy Awards ceremony where "all black actors won the major awards,"...I'm pretty sure it was just Best Actor and Best Actress and then Sidney P Toitier was given the Lifetime Achievement award but yeah - landslide or no, it was emphasized that some recipents were black. My friend stopped herself after that declaration and flusteredly tried to backtrack. "I don't mean to be racist or anything...."

...which I found rather irritating and frustrating as well as sad. It SADDENS me to think that we - the genral we, the majority of folk in Canada and the US - don't know what racism is anymore. The white man's been scared into submission and the oppressed are trying to "get theirs" in any way possible, doing little more than thicken the line between Us and Them. I tried to tell her, "If that's actually what happened, then NO, you're not racist; you're just describing events." She reluctantly assented -- but I'm not sure she was honestly convinced. We can hardly address a problem if we don't know what it looks like or where to find it. Pff....

"The Dark Knight" (2008) part two

I watched it again because me friend hadn't seen it and she wanted a buddy. I also watched it again because I missed the ending the first time.
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I also watched it again because it really wants to be a big screen display. Once they leave theatres...they're probably not a-comin back. If they do, I'll be there.

There were two things I wanted to say; two details that I clearly missed the first time round.
Spoiler Alert: Don't read this post if you haven't seen The Dark Knight and don't like having advanced knowledge.
The only time that Batman goes home to Bruce Wayne's abode and doesn't assimilate back into Jekyll style, is after he loses someone dear in a brutal way. He sits in an armchair overlooking the city with this suit on but mask off. He sits and stares outward, clearly shaken and distracted enough by his distress that he couldn't even disrobe and consider the dangers of sitting exposed in front of his floor-to-ceiling windows. I like that the director thought of this detail. It works. We've all had that day where the car keys are still in our hand or our shoes are still on or something.

I also noticed that Bruce Wayne makes eye-contact with people he respects so that you KNOW he respects them. I noticed it most with Lucius Fox and it doesn't hurt that the height difference means Wayne literally has to look up to Fox. I noticed it also with Albert and watching that, I remembered how Bruce Wayne of Batman Forever (1995) did the same with his Albert. I gotta watch those other ones again and see how the different actors portray this aspect ...I honestly thought it was just something Christian Bale (and Val Kilmer) were putting in there, themselves. Jeepers...the things I pursue.

judges?

I think I'm allergic to Modal. This is exciting to me because I don't have any other allergies. I mean it's not GREAT but I....I dunno. I'm gonna prize it. I need to run a few more tests...but I SHO NUFF is itchy. Itchiban!

St Pierre

I'm watching some old oldie episode of the Simpsons....it's a different show, in a lot of ways. But um there were two different lil scenes in the opening montage which..I like. I feel like I'm witnessing history is what I said out loud.

Earlier today I spent the better part of an hour listening to an informal concert. I enjoyed it wonderfully. ..I should probably tell them that....

After that there was an hour or two of a light dinner and somewhat awkward conversation with the musicians' family members.
After that there was some rando jamming and then the introduction of one of the most ghetto 70s-hoppin electric organs I have ever met.
After that I was asked to dissect some music. It was a unique experience (always is) talking to one person who is presently learning the rudiments of music theory, one who has studied SOME music theory two years ago and one who did Grade 1 RCM Theory ten years ago. The last one was the one who asked me to dissect. The first one took it all in quietly. The middle thoroughly impressed me with how quickly he picked up what I was saying and slipped into the lingo. He asked about the note which is half way between the 4 and 5. I said it was an augmented fourth and he didn't look like he believed me. He said there was another name for it and I wanted to say 'diminished fifth' but I knew that wasn't what he was looking for. I thought about it a little longer and then offered, "Tritone?" "Yeah!" he exclaimed. Then he told the guitarist that's what he was looking for...by way of an example, he mentioned the opening of the Simpson's theme. I distinctly remember turning to my student and pointing back incredulous, "Holy crap!" It's not a big deal, really but I was impressed that he knew exactly what interval he was looking for and that he could pull up an example so quickly.
He also found a ii-V-I when I had overlooked it, thinking there was only a V-I, not knowing what to do with the preceding chord. (I forgot it was minor and not major....but that he picked up on it...wow.) There was some other random moment in which he told the guitarist that what he was looking for was a IV....it came out so off-handed and non-chalant...I couldn't believe it. I consider my mind officially boggled.

the time has finally come. :)

Ten Things I like about Miss Becky Mitts

1) She's friggin loud.

2) She is UNBELIEVABLY LOUD and boisterous sometimes.
3) She was/is obsessed with Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and has its soundtrack memorized, as do I.
4) She indirectly challenges me in the area of sharing information (not gossip stuff but personal stuff).
5) Whenever she sings she's (a) all there and (b) almost Broadway-ish.
6) Bi-way.
7) She can be a flippin workhorse when it came to school work and all-nighters.
8) She has left a sort of legacy at the U of G. I look at the girls who are her spiritual decendants and I can only wowwowwowwowwow.
9) She has moments of transparency that seem to surprize even herself sometimes.
10) She called me back once.
ONCE.
11) She makes me feel very valued and enjoyed and l-loved and I couldn't tell you exactly how. It just kinda happens.
12) I like the way she makes other cool people laugh.
13) She gets the Gospezillio and seems to have pretty hard-corely devoted her life to it....but for her it's almost like it wasn't a decision or like there were ever any other options. It just kinda is.
14) She's stronger than I am. (NOT physically.)
15) Cares about politics and is a responsible Canadian in that way.
16) Her hair is so pritty!!

She secretly left this photo on my computer on the 20th of November, 2006 and titled the file "the most beautiful person in the world".

Today is the day I realized that Acts of Service is officially at the bottom of my list of love languages to receive. It would be the sixth but...well now I'm just being bitter.

what a strange thought.

I'm aware that we need to trust and be obedient to God to the point where we would calmly walk into a situation that looks painful or deadly -- because we assume that it's either for our discipline or eventual benefit OR simply to maximize His glory.

I get that.

But what if He didn't miraculously swoop in and save us, either at the last moment (Abraham and Isaac-style), or as soon as we agreet? What if we didn't clearly see the perseverence producing character and hope? What if God didn't work in all things for the good of those who love him? I'm not trying to be a heretic, here. I am aware of God's sovereignty and I know that He is good.

All I'm saying is: would we waltz non-chalantly (or even after much convincing and debating) into an unpleasant circumstance if WE DIDN'T HAVE THE GUARANTEE that God would later change things? "Later" can be whenever God chooses. And I'm not talking about martyrdom. That has a clear end and you know it; that's a different kind of thing.

God is not malicious and does not torture us, not by the proper definition of torture. But WHAT IF something rather horrible happened to us..and that was it? What if it was just plain horrible?

I need to think this through more because I don't think I'm making my point properly. But maybe I'm just expressing the "jars of clay" phenomenon in another way.

501 Queen E

The Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (2008)

AeonFlux (2005)

The Last Samauri (2003)

Die Hard with a Vengeance (1995)

Four films in two days is...too much. I think I'm done for a good long while.
The second and the fourth were pretty weird but just about what I expected. Aeon Flux impressed me with the set design. I'm amazed by how many times the futuristic dystopia can be re-invented. Bruce Willis' hint of a New York accent impressed me ever so slightly in Die Hard with a Vengeance. Also, I definitely approved of him rebutting Sammy J's constant racial remarks. Let's avoid the pendulum swing, shall we?

The first one was....probably not worth busting my hump to see the first available show for. In fact, I liked Journey to the Centre of the Earth better, as far as Brendan-Fraser-2008 films go. It reminded me of Rush Hour 3 (2007) a little bit, where in it was mostly refried leftovers of the first and second in the series. Mmmmm I feel a bit ripped off. I was very sad to see that Rachel Weiss wasn't in this flick. As ridiculous as I thought her character was before, she added something great and I missed her. For some strange reason I always think Fraser is older than he is but he's not even 39 yet. In this vein, I should say I'm somewhat impressed with his action-star-ness. The story didn't grip me like it did in the first one. I think I've seen it.. well a minimum of three times and maybe up to five times and I could probably watch it tomorrow. It enraptures me, somehow. It was intricate and mystery-solvish and, really, this third one more than once overtly told us that the plot would be the same. A "here we go again," kind of promise, if you will. Blech. I don't need to pay money for a re-hashing, I don't.
Ahem. The Last Samauri impressed me. I've heard good things about it and, even though it goes against my better judgement, I am a fan of Tom Cruise films. I don't actually think I've seen very many of his but I don't remember ever disliking any of thems. Interview with the Vampire (1994), Rain Man (1998), Jerry McGuire (1996), Mission Impossible (1996), Collateral (2004)...that's all I can think of right now...but I liked them all - admittedly to varying degrees.
Anyways, I didn't expect this would happen but when the flick was over, I had a silent time. Impactful movies make me lapse into silence for anywhere from 10 to 60 minutes. I am OK with this. Friends who go see flicks with me sometimes aren't. Here I would like to say, "I should work on that," but I'm not yet convinced that I need to. Ack...another story for une autre journee.
I stared through to the back of the television set while the credits rolled, and even after the DVD was stopped and the tele turned off. My friends started moving about (also not talking but not for the same reason as I - they weren't talking because I was making them uncomfortable), turning the lights on, cleaning up dishes, etc. I knew I had to get up SOME time but I was really puzzled by when I was sitting like that. I was like this after I am Legend (2007) - who knows why? Well, I guess it just gave me much to think about AND - oh and; I've never thought of this - I was very emotionally wrapped up in what was going on. Honestly? There was a moment in the film (while some peeps were practicing swordsmanship in a field) where I had to re-enter the frame of mind which understood that I was watching a dramatic presentation. This does happen to me every now and again but NEVER with a film that has a well-known actor in it. If I am familiar enough with their body of work, I forever see them as a composite of all their former characters -- unless they can have a real break-out character. Tom Cruise and the director, Edward Zwick, tricked me. I approve. I don't wanna dice up and analyze the plot or anything because I feel that would be almost insulting or desecrating to something. Maybe I will only say that I recommend people watch it OR that I now get it, since probably everyone has already seen it, given that the thing is five years old.
I was very happy to see that the film didn't do what I thought it would, based on the title. I was expecting something much more rudely Western-minded. I am relieved.

Mm, I guess I've also seen Minority Report (2002), Legend (1985), The Outsiders (1983), A Few Good Men (1992) and of course Mission: Impossible II (2000) and III (2006) if you want to count those. That's sick. I am good friends with imdb. Done.

this should have been published on Sunday.

what a weird and windy day.

I suppose it's a fitting end to a wiggly week. aaaapples and pears.



Someone handed me a cheque this morning and on the MEMO line, they wrote "Farm Missions". I think this is hilarious.



A feeling I don't like: the rubbing raw of skin around the nose from repeated tissuage.


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