keep my mouth shut.
is watch Looper and go to Halloween Horror Nights with a gang of friends and go wild. Everything else is irrelevant.
to spend a whole night feeling sorry for yourself when The West Wing is on Amazon Instant. “Let Bartlet Be Bartlet” is the best possible episode to have watched right now. Life lessons, yo.
if I listen to the Temple of Doom soundtrack whilst eating Krishna lunch?
having insecurities out in the open, or hell, the whole idea of having them in the first place. A lot of exciting shit happened today, but I’m letting these instances get to me and erode all lf that goodwill. White people problems, no doubt, but last I checked, I’m somewhere between The Eagles and the cast of a Judd Apatow comedy on the white scale. So there’s that.
soundtrack for Moonrise Kingdom makes me tear up. Who gave you the keys to my heart, Wes? Give that shit back.
that I’m really starting to wrestle with in regards to my relationship to social media is the motivation behind various actions. To me, the basic intent of Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc… is to serve as an externalized view of my own thoughts, expressions, and as an aesthetic presentation and how I see the things around me. There’s an inherent level of narcissism and sense of self-importance in that, but I don’t think that it’s any different than how most people approach social media, consciously or unconsciously. The trickiest part, and this is true of any type of self-presentation, is in knowing their audience and deciding how to react. Perhaps this stems from the long-ass Tallahassee summer malaise or from being displaced for a couple of weeks, but I keep finding myself wanting to post certain statements or pictures or jokes out there not just for a reaction, but also for specific reactions or even those from specific people. That’s a level of insecurity that I hate seeing come out, much less have it be magnified on a broad social scale.
Even posting it here can come across as self-aggrandizing and childish, that much I am aware of. however I hope this can be used as an anonymous, blanket apology to anyone who I may have bugged by being a passive Internet dweeb. It comes from over-thinking relationships with certain people, under-appreciating any actual personal connections I may have, and side-stepping chances of being directly honest to those who mean anything to me. Fear of losing someone’s interest or fear of “not being loved” leaves you in a pathetic, trapped, lonely spot… and I’m the only one who can leave myself there. Drawing a line in the sand on that sorry behavior right now and I’m gonna stick to it.
few things that I am excited for in 2012 as much as Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master. It took a couple of Google tries, but I finally found the gorgeous track from the end of the most recent trailer:
Above all, I’m just excited for the Fall to start, move into my new place, get some Classics programming going, hang out with the gang in its entirety for the first time since April, meet new people, go camping, poop myself at Halloween Horror Nights, see my favorite stand-up Louis C.K. live, watch Florida State kick Florida’s ass for a third straight year… oh and the rest of the Fall movies besides P.T.’s latest joint.
Optimism: it’s a funny thing.
arguments are exhausting.
Moonrise Kingdom again tonight and bawled like a baby by the end. Those sorts of emotional reactions to movies are what makes me keep goin’ back to ‘em, especially Wes Anderson’s. Honest rendered characters populating a lived-in Peanut world of both melancholy and wonder.
Also, Paul Williams as the voice of The Penguin on Batman: The Animated Series is a source of constant delight. So is people-watching canoe-ers at The Rez, and friends that try and convince you to drink too-strong margaritas while they get hammered. It’s been a fun day. Needed one of these.
LOL at Adam Scott in Torque.
doesn’t involve him being a self-absorbed, pissy, brooding loner who gets the girl of his dreams with little-to-no problem and skateboards to Coldplay. Okay, the Coldplay isn’t diagetically in the scene, but that’s besides the point. I wish this movie happened instead:
is everything that I wish Final Cut Pro still cared about being. So good.
is so much worse than I could have imagined.
Organic, locally-Grown, grass-fed, vegan, food cart, lucky crackpipe…
Okay, I made the last one up, but Portland was a pretty cool city and I’m sure that I’ll come back someday, if only to check in on my best friend and hope that he hasn’t shaved his beard into a moustache and started a noise-rock band.
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