Zodiac

Ah, so many movies, little time. Well. In that case I'll stop posting about the movies themselves. Camille thought she wanted to see the 300, but we got to the theatre and it was (inevitably) sold out so we picked anything that might have been worth watching.

Zodiac. You know, the one that everyone hears about in movie theatre previews but no one actually knows or wants to watch. It's sort of just...there. Well yeah, I figure I understand why no one's all that interested in it; the fun is in the thinking about the film itself.

It's a long film so, don't worry. You'll have time for your little contemplative muses and theories. At one point, I am convinced that the cop's wife is the killer. For no apparent reason; such an idea just happens to strike me. Because it's so surreal. It's also based on a true story. Real life is surreal. But if you don't see it for the funny plot and mediocre cinematography, you must see it for the acting. There won't be a single character you can possibly hate.

Guess this means I'll have to watch 300 another time.

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Goddamn all these dinner parties my parents are throwing; I didn't even realize they had this many friends. I mean; my dad's antisocial as hell and my mom spends her time trying to bake a better Pain de Campagne. Where'd they get these guys anyway? Yeah. Ah, one last night, another one today. I need to get out of this house.

Oh, but I smell Thai food.

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Life tastes good.” —Coke

Or at least, it should. Antisociality for me has never quite come so often or without such reasoning.

My mother caught me sulking and she immediately launched into a 15 minute lecture about how she thinks that ACS is detrimental to my psychological health. She thinks that while the entire inclusion thing is great, you tend to rely on your friends too much. Well first of all, maybe that's what an ideal world should be more like, and second of all, fuck off and don't tell me how to live.

Please, dear god please don't tell me I'm emo. I heard a lot of that shit today (no names). No. I'm not fucking emo. I just happen to be a little antisocial right now.

Simon + Thai Food

Simon + Thai food = good times, good times.

Thanks Simon. Without you, I really would have no life. I even had a little conversation about it (okay, so it was a rant) last night with Camille. It went something like this.

Mirko: "I pretty much realized how much of a life I have. Pretty much none. Yeah. Pretty much. You're pretty much grounded. I'm not, but you know what I'm gonna be doing tommorow? Pretty much nothing. Nope. Gonna pretty much sit on my ass all day, and probably write and go emo and put on some eyeliner and cut myself up and listen to the Postal Service and..."

Camille: "..."

But nope. I went over to Simon's house and ate Thai food, watched that old Brad Pitt/Angie Jolie movie Mr./Mrs. Smith and oh yes, The Real World Denver. Comes to show you. Even when you do have a life, you don't really. That brings me to a little post Lukas made a while back (like two years ago, before the advent of Challenge: The Duel) on the subject of no more than...well Reality Television.

I detest reality TV shows. They're nothing but viciousness and greed boiled into one little hour long pot. It is pitifully amusing how the those with no value to watch those things. As a beginning, they are essentially formula shows, in the same manner that 'Westerns' are formula movies (in general). The people are unrealistic and stupid, overreacting over and over again. In one of the most popular shows, Survivor, the people are complete actors, disguised up in 'survivor' clothing. Of course they can't feel exactly stranded- there are cameras in their faces constantly, and they spill their prewritten 'feelings' out to an adoring audience. But there are reasons it's so popular, of course. One of them is that America is so... dull, people really want to believe that something like that (getting stranded) could happen to them. Or they want to believe that THEY could be the proud millionaires at the end of a season. Their aspirations of greatness are satisfied by watching everybody else fail, as one by one the 'survivors' are voted off.

Thanks Lukas. I think this drives two points home. First is that reality TV is about as unreal as it gets. Second is that...well, I doubt you remember you posted that, but hey. We were all fake, self-obsessed , quasi-intellectuals at one point. Love to all.