Because I can't actually talk about myself? So... I talk about random pop culture? Hrm. Maybe brain is too fried. Or not, given that I was speaking nonsense to the little baby most of the day (^_____^). Gah! I just annihilated my own excuse. Must be more careful not to make such mistakes in future.
So I saw the Usual Suspects today. It was on a list that I'm going through of movies on Amazon.com, which I cannot give you the title of without telling you a huge aspect of the story-line (it made it less intense, to be sure, knowing this detail). I really liked Kevin Spacey in it- makes me want to see American Beauty from beginning to end (as opposed to a mad jumble of scenes hrm). Basically these five guys meet up in a line up and end up having to do this suicide mission/job/thing. You've probably seen it, come to that, because it's a big film. But, anyway, it was pretty amazing- especially the ending (even if you did know a bit of what was going to happen). It has an R rating for "violence and a substantial amount of strong language" but the language really wasn't that bad at all- esp. if you've seen shows like Oz or Deadwood or pretty much any R-rated movie these days (even comedies like Kiss Kiss Bang Bang). The violence wasn't that bad either, so go see it if you haven't (and by "go," I mean "rent" because it isn't in theatres....)
Prozac Nation Prozac Nation, le sigh. How depressing. The authoress is just a little bit of a liar, you know. She talks about being dirt dirt poor (she is completely dependent on her mother throughout) yet somehow manages to visit all of these places, go to Harvard (granted, she does have grants -ha), have extreme counseling, etc. etc. etc. How can she afford all this if she's practically living on the streets? At one point, she even points out that it's cheaper to live in dorms at her university but that she chooses to live in an apartment. Plus, she must make some extra money publishing these articles and books (and getting an offer for the Oprah show... goodness) Thus, I am unconvinced of her poorness. Nor can I relate with her. How can she just go somewhere new and find all the drugs right away? Glaciers!
But she really does capture what it feels like to be depressed. The complete self-involvement of it all and how this makes you hate yourself. Read it for a book club (we're reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay next... which I've already read... hurrah for me?)
Alias... well... the spy drama is awesome and Jennifer Garner is gorgeous no matter what she wears or what color her hair is. Not many people can pull of these crazies outfits and colors, but somehow, her sheer goddess-like-ness allows her to pull it off. I am more impressed by her every time she graces us with her presence <3 The writing is good overall- the fight scenes are action-licious and the dialogue witty (some fun minor characters thrown in) but.. well... these things they steal/need info on/etc. can be silly.
"Sloane sends Sydney and Dixon to Madrid to steal a lockbox, containing a sketch with what appear to be digital code...only drawn in the late 15th century by a seer named Milo Rambaldi." (Episode: Parity)
Really? It is just needlessly cheesy. And the episodes are structured strangely. Like the previous episode actually ends just before the opening credits of the current episode role, and the next episode begins just before the end credits (if that makes any sense). So you basically get one full episode in the middle, then the end of the previous episode at the beginning, and the beginning of the next episode at the end. Does your brain hurt?
Maybe I'm a bit behind the times, all of these came out in the nineties or early millennium.... right? Hrm. Well, just be grateful I updated at all! Am now going to sleep and calling you ingrates (even if you are thoroughly amused and happy I posted ^___^)
R: ? (should probably start something...)
L: Dustin O'Halloran "Piano Solos Volume 2"