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Apr. 11th, 2006 02:53 amA newish podcast I have come across is Benjamen Walker's Theory of Eveything. Short, weekly bits and pieces that this guy and his friends find interesting. So far I'm right there with them. I have downloaded all the shows currently available through iTunes, which only span a couple of months though apparently he's been doing this on the radio for much longer.
After a heck of a lot of AJAX hacking today for volity.net (just some sysadmin doodoo to perform with
daerr before its first draft is presentable), I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which has been soaking on my TiVo for a few weeks. I liked it a lot and could recommend it to anyone. I think Zarf admonished "Do not see this movie if you've been in a relationship, or if you are in a relationship now, or if you ever plan on being in a relationship", but really, it doesn't reveal anything worse than things you've already spent a lot of time reflecting on in any of those situations. And it does it very cleverly.
Am I a cad for kind of hoping that the credits would roll at the moment that Kate Winslet's character gets kicked out of the car near the end? That would have been stunning, a stunning blow, and I was steeling myself to take it. But as much as I would have enjoyed the shock of a flaming wreck, I did not fail to appreciate the sort of willing pessimism of the given ending. I do like my film romances with a delicate hint of cyanide.
I smiled to recognize some resemblances between me and Jim Carrey's character, the possible existence of which I was warned about. Actually he certainly dresses a lot like me, at least for winter. Though his coat may be a little nicer. And as always I wish my hair would behave like that.
Then again I don't know how I feel that people have twice now said they I resemble the lead character in a Charlie Kaufman-penned mopefest. (The other was "Adaptation", and, sigh, yes. If only for the scene where he types one sentence of his overdue writing project and then has a lengthy internal monologue about getting a muffin.)
(I think I'm going to go to the CVS for a coke.)
After a heck of a lot of AJAX hacking today for volity.net (just some sysadmin doodoo to perform with
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Am I a cad for kind of hoping that the credits would roll at the moment that Kate Winslet's character gets kicked out of the car near the end? That would have been stunning, a stunning blow, and I was steeling myself to take it. But as much as I would have enjoyed the shock of a flaming wreck, I did not fail to appreciate the sort of willing pessimism of the given ending. I do like my film romances with a delicate hint of cyanide.
I smiled to recognize some resemblances between me and Jim Carrey's character, the possible existence of which I was warned about. Actually he certainly dresses a lot like me, at least for winter. Though his coat may be a little nicer. And as always I wish my hair would behave like that.
Then again I don't know how I feel that people have twice now said they I resemble the lead character in a Charlie Kaufman-penned mopefest. (The other was "Adaptation", and, sigh, yes. If only for the scene where he types one sentence of his overdue writing project and then has a lengthy internal monologue about getting a muffin.)
(I think I'm going to go to the CVS for a coke.)