Isn't moving frustrating. Turning one world upside down in an attempt to create a new one.
You live there for about a year (if your in college) and then lo and behold its time to do it all again. 14 months the next time, and then off to a new city. Over and Over until you've become a packing guru.
Let's sit still awhile.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Spring Forward. Hold up?
Hold up.
Where the hell does that extra hour go?
I have been contimplating "spring forward" all weekend, and I have yet to make any conclusions. Apparently the whole idea is just so we have more light in the evening during Spring and Summer months.
As I perused Wikipedia's page on Daylight Saving Time, I was a little astonished. Its all about revenue people. How much we save without running electricity, how much 7-11 can make with an extra 7 week extension of daylight savings time, and how it can lead to an influx in medical revenue.
Apparently getting up earlier causes depression, and too many people stay in the sun and get skin cancer.
But basically, spring forward is so people can see. You have to be kidding. I go through, what can only be described as "serious body weirdness" every time the time changes. And for what. One measly extra hour of sun.
And where does the extra hour go? Does it just float around, waiting for October to roll around so it can come back and smack us all in the face?
Or do we loan it to the Chinese to produce more Mattel toys with chemicals laden with cancer inside of Barbie's bright little face.
Point is...there is no point. Spring Forward? No thanks, I like dark at 6:00 p.m.
Where the hell does that extra hour go?
I have been contimplating "spring forward" all weekend, and I have yet to make any conclusions. Apparently the whole idea is just so we have more light in the evening during Spring and Summer months.
As I perused Wikipedia's page on Daylight Saving Time, I was a little astonished. Its all about revenue people. How much we save without running electricity, how much 7-11 can make with an extra 7 week extension of daylight savings time, and how it can lead to an influx in medical revenue.
Apparently getting up earlier causes depression, and too many people stay in the sun and get skin cancer.
But basically, spring forward is so people can see. You have to be kidding. I go through, what can only be described as "serious body weirdness" every time the time changes. And for what. One measly extra hour of sun.
And where does the extra hour go? Does it just float around, waiting for October to roll around so it can come back and smack us all in the face?
Or do we loan it to the Chinese to produce more Mattel toys with chemicals laden with cancer inside of Barbie's bright little face.
Point is...there is no point. Spring Forward? No thanks, I like dark at 6:00 p.m.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Watchmen
I bought advanced tickets.
That's right I did it, I spent the extra two dollars and am not ashamed of it. I rarely do that with movies. The last movie that I bought advanced tickets to was the Dark Knight, and I'll be damned if I feel sorry about doing it.
After reading the Watchmen graphic novel during the Christmas holiday break, I was as excited as any 30 year old male geeko who had actually read the Watchmen graphic novel when it was first released. I went with my girlfriends to see the movie, and afterwards found myself startelingly...dissappointed.
It wasn't that the movie itself was bad. On the contrary. The actors themselves (with the exception of the skinny little white man that played Adrian Veidt) fit and portrayed their roles as acurately as could (does anyone think that skinny little stick dude could kick Patrick Wilson's ass?).
Rorschach was deliciously insane, Dr. Manhattan's penis was a little too blue for my taste but accurate nonetheless, and Laurie was disgustingly gorgeous. Everything appeared to check out.
The length wasn't too bad. I understood the reasons for removing the internal subplots to keep the movie from being 5 hours long. I understood the rhetorical effectiveness of the soundtrack.
So what was so bothersome?
I suppose in the end, some of the central themes didn't quite grab me. While Mr. Denny Duchette portrayed The Comedian quite well, the sense of humanity's ironic degredation that was interwoven in the subplots of the graphic novel didn't quite translate onto the movie screen. In the end The Comedian wasn't quite nasty enough. He wasn't quite sweet enough. His part in the plot just wasn't important enough.
I guess I just now realize that The Comedian is my favorite character within the entire story. He isn't the boyscout, or the brain. He isn't sweet and cuddly. He isn't insane either. He is brutal. He is honest.
He is the human condition at both its finest and worst.
"What has happend to us?"
That's right I did it, I spent the extra two dollars and am not ashamed of it. I rarely do that with movies. The last movie that I bought advanced tickets to was the Dark Knight, and I'll be damned if I feel sorry about doing it.
After reading the Watchmen graphic novel during the Christmas holiday break, I was as excited as any 30 year old male geeko who had actually read the Watchmen graphic novel when it was first released. I went with my girlfriends to see the movie, and afterwards found myself startelingly...dissappointed.
It wasn't that the movie itself was bad. On the contrary. The actors themselves (with the exception of the skinny little white man that played Adrian Veidt) fit and portrayed their roles as acurately as could (does anyone think that skinny little stick dude could kick Patrick Wilson's ass?).
Rorschach was deliciously insane, Dr. Manhattan's penis was a little too blue for my taste but accurate nonetheless, and Laurie was disgustingly gorgeous. Everything appeared to check out.
The length wasn't too bad. I understood the reasons for removing the internal subplots to keep the movie from being 5 hours long. I understood the rhetorical effectiveness of the soundtrack.
So what was so bothersome?
I suppose in the end, some of the central themes didn't quite grab me. While Mr. Denny Duchette portrayed The Comedian quite well, the sense of humanity's ironic degredation that was interwoven in the subplots of the graphic novel didn't quite translate onto the movie screen. In the end The Comedian wasn't quite nasty enough. He wasn't quite sweet enough. His part in the plot just wasn't important enough.
I guess I just now realize that The Comedian is my favorite character within the entire story. He isn't the boyscout, or the brain. He isn't sweet and cuddly. He isn't insane either. He is brutal. He is honest.
He is the human condition at both its finest and worst.
"What has happend to us?"
"What has happend to the American Dream?"
"It came true."
"It came true."
- Nite Owl to The Comedian
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