to know or not to know

the woman in black was pretty much ruined by all the knowing. the audience knows when the ghost appears before daniel radcliffe does because there she is behind him. on cue. dramatic music. it's like dora the explorer almost. harry should be asking us if we can see her and we'd yell: "behind you harry! behind you!" and he doesnt even teach us spanish. but apart from the movie i am now in general quite a dan rad fan* (except he doesnt do any acting in this). [ps. it was still quite scary because i jump at loud noises. the ghost screams a lot.]

however the hunger games (catching fire and mockingjay as well) completely profits from all the knowing/not knowing as the case may be. because we know exactly what katniss knows, when katniss knows it. when katniss is surprised, we're really truly surprised because katniss doesnt see it coming. all the clues were there but she doesnt put it together and as katniss we (or i - the person who was actually surprised that one time the surprise birthday party happened...) are truly blindsided. i say no more, this way lies spoilers. read them!

*he can sing! i have hopes of him someday singing something from the musicals. that would be awesome.

backup shapeup

my laptop went mad randomly and illustrator kept crashing. so now i'm backing everything up (6 cds so far, 5.17 gb worth of music to go as well as movies and shows). the order in which i'm doing it says a lot about my life priorities i think:

1. photos (memories/nostalgia)
2. random illustrator files, work files, videos (shit created by me)
3. music
4. movies/shows

sometimes it's like if there are no photos it didnt really happen, there's so much i forget entirely. then i find a photo of it. and still dont remember sometimes. but there's a photo, it must be so. *shrug*

this was what the whole of episode 04 of analyse phish was like. summary: harris gets high out of his mind and cant remember most of what happened during the concert. but they had a recording device with them and he can hear/relive the things he said and did. he's mostly mortified and "what am i saying?!"-ish. and scott still doesnt like phish. entertaining as fuck. 

other things i did today: 

1. watched you again and she's out of my league
2. baked chocolate cookies - baking powder does in fact expire. it refused to blend and formed into white clumps which i had to pick out of the dough.  
3. read another short story from patrick gale's dangerous pleasures. this one was called old boys. one of the hottest things i have ever read probably. so good.

listening to: prince!

open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

movies watched

loved	hated	meh
the bong connection	sex and the city 2	the descendants
midnight in paris	melancholia	one day
red state	drive	horrible bosses
		ceremony
		the ides of march

from worst to best

11. sex and the city 2 - i have nothing to say. i was bored. i knew what i was getting myself into :|

10. melancholia - arty, slow-moving, crapola.

9. drive - this is mostly a case of disappointment. i was expecting crazy, stupid, love. gosling (crazy cool! music plays! he wears suits! and he's funny.) and got creepy, silent, violent gosling instead. 

8. the descendants - so dull. no moments stand out. none. has everyone gone mad? why the raving? why the oscar noms? o0

7. one day - sappy romance (usually i love!) ruined by the stupid ending.

6. horrible bosses - funny.

5. ceremony - lee pace! 

4. the ides of march - solid.

3. the bong connection - suprisingly good. good acting. good bong music. and the best part. the accents were right. not some simpsons thing that the american actors they managed to find put on. must endeavour to watch it from the beginning. missed all the bits where grandfather aka. soumitra chatterjee (my love!) was actually alive. extra cool because the main character's name is apu.

apu and rita

2. midnight in paris - woody allen doing his thing. it works :)

1. red state - OMG. watch it. watch it now. it will blow your mind. 

Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality

in a red state of mind. watched it yesterday, but have been listening to the red state of the union podcast (the episodes with each of the 3 boys and the kerry bishé one). there's something magic about michael angarano that makes people want to repeat over and over what an amazing actor he is. they all do it. and it's not really his movie. but you remember him. like in almost famous. there is no movie without "man, hey man, you take care of her man" (i paraphrase, to be accurate it is: “Hey, man! Take good care of her in San Francisco! …Man!”).

i think red state is the reason i did not love drive as much as other people seem to. although i watched red state after drive, that is the sort of acting that i am into. what these people do with kevin smith's words... and you can pause and imagine kevin smith saying the words. and go teehee how awesome that he fucking wrote (edited and directed) this! i am so excited for hit somebody. cannot wait.

and i love ryan gosling (usually)...but in drive he wasn't a person. he wasn't real. why doesn't he like it when people talk to him? why does he like carey mulligan? why does he have that creepy ass blue tile in his kitchen?

but kerry bishé, i know why she's the crazy religious nut she is. who also wants to save the "babies". she is so good! (i am in love with kerry bishé now) and i liked marc blucas popping up an agent. he's the ultimate police/military person. he is that. he's the good little soldier. ever since he was riley finn :)

riley in buffy - i wasnt a fan (team spike all the way!). in the comic - i'm starting to like him. ish. maybe. marc blucas - i like. i like seeing him in a non buffy context and thinking to myself "oh hello there, riley finn!"

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

let me ponder the ways in which i might be driven to the strange side by being stuck in a bad work/life scenario. there are 3 options: mental, alcoholic or dead. it would have to be a case when things get bad and stay bad so all sense of possible escape is lost.

mental
my hypothetical imaginings: this is the resigned to my fate state of mind. where you want to say fuck this shit but cant. headaches will turn into babbling, black-outs (loss of time) and eventually a nice bed in white room being asked if i can remember my name...

alcoholic
wherein i do say to myself fuck this shit. and start taking a hip flask into meetings. full on captain haddock it. pour shots for the entire conference table from my "kit" - complete with actual shot glasses.

dead
just quietly conk off one day. found dead slumped over a table where it looks like a simple headdesk but actually it's the final destination.

of the 3 (if ever the badness takes over) alcoholism is the by far the likeliest.