The World From Monday Morning

Good morning, and welcome to Monday morning! I've been thinking of reviving my weekly running commentary on the world around me, and so here we go.

First up, I did jack shit this weekend, and it felt pretty nice. I went to softball practice, which I'm still sore from, and went and saw a movie with a friend, and that's it. Otherwise, it was me, a half-dozen movies from Blockbuster, a couple movies on American Movie Classics, and my cats.

Which leads me to my first topic for the day: Old movies. I was really amazed at how well these movies were made. I watched Frankenstein, The Creature From the Black Lagoon, The Pit and the Pendulum, the last part of A Comedy of Terrors, and Poltergeist. I was amazed, especially with the much older ones, how much they were able to use suspense and camera angles to their advantage. They certainly managed to creep me out. They were just as creepy as most modern movies that depend on less sophisticated production quality. Poltergeist, though, still manages to scare the ever living shit out of me. It was 2 in the morning, and I was way too scared to go to bed. I had to watch Jane Austin's Emma in order to distance myself from that movie. That's more than I can say after watching such gems as "Scream 2".

In other news, I refer you to this gem I read in Sunday's edition of the Seattle Times.

I'm wholly at a loss to describe how embittering this is.

Until next week...

Well, in lighter news, the guy who beat the crap out of his wife has been arrested.

Click here to check it out.

In other news, I had a chance to check out a video of the post-whale-hunt video a friend of mine recorded. Seems that after the news crews left the scene of the Makah whale hunt, all the Makah split the scene, leaving the National Marine Fisheries Services to try and get the rest of the whale out of the water. So much for the continuing of their traditions. Click here to be grossed out and offended.

It's late on a Saturday night. I'm at work. Saw The Messenger. In a strange mood. I imagine I'm in a slump of some sort. I don't know what it is. I'm guessing that I don't have enough drama in my life these days. Which is a bit of a statement considering that this last week we've had police in riot gear lobbing concussion grenades and tear gas cannisters at WTO protesters all week. It's also a bit of a statement considering how horribly drunk and horribly sick I got at a gay bar on Wednesday. Fortunately, I'm not gay, otherwise I might care a bit more about what an ass I made of myself. No pun intended.

Anyway. No drama. Mostly the same old shit. My father called me on Thanksgiving with his usual "Holiday Guilt Trip" phone call that he gives me on holidays, Father's Day, and his birthday. I've been brooding a lot about being single. I don't even have any drama in that part. There's no one I'm obsessing about these days. A couple girls that I find to be kinda cute, all of whom have boyfriends. I put an add in the personals for The Stranger. It was sort of a joke ad, but if I get an interesting reply I may call back. Not that I'd know what to do from there. I've found that I get bored talking to most people these days. I just don't have any desire.

So, today's Word o' the Day is APATHY. I just don't give a fuck right now. I don't give a fuck that there were riots in sleepy Seattle. I don't give a fuck that I puked my guts out in a bar on Wednesday. Much of this evening has been spent cruising Teen Web Rings for reasons I can't fathom. I figured I could be do something more useful, but nothing else seems to have much point.

Amazing how pissy I can get when I'm sober. =) Hope you all enjoyed this little brujah. Go home, people.

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