Sunday, April 21, 2002
"C'est Arrivé Près de Chez Vous" translates most closely as "Coming to a Theater Near You". So how, how, HOW in the world is it translated in this movie title as "Man Bites Dog'??? Where did that EVER come from??
And if anyone has actually ever seen the above-mentioned movie, please let me know. Because it was one of the most disturbing films I have ever seen, rivalling "Requiem for a Dream" in sheer disturbing content. Other than one seriously wrong and unnerving scene, it was a very good movie...
Anywho, I'd love to discuss it with someone who's actually seen it. That's firstname.lastname@example.org, if you will.
The lemon balm out front has begun to grow again, spreading its corrugated, waxy green leaves flat to the ground as a prelude to growing up into a small but substantial bushy plant.
Is it a woodchuck or a groundhog? Who cares? it would be better anyways if it were a WOMBAT.
Run! Run in your silly Tevas!
I know it makes no sense but here I go again. (I love the Catherine Wheel)
Speaking of bands I love!! The Sheila Divine's album, Where Have All My Countrymen Gone? won in some big Boston music awards as the best Indie album. Arright! And the Dropkick Murphys won a bunch of awards too. Ah, so nice to be vindicated!
Six Feet Under is on tonight. If you have not seen it, watch it. Watch it. Watch it. I saw one episode and was entirely hooked. A glorious, glorious show.
There's nothing like a bad joke to make the enemy choke. Can't excuse the punchline never works the first time.
Tell the one about the silver spoon that I can't understand. Tell the one about the silver spoon and I won't understand.
Winter gave me shelter but summer left me freezing.
There's nothing like disaster to make the heart beat faster.
There's nothing a bad day to make the enemy say Life is like a bad joke that's always making me choke.
How hard can they make it just to get a stupid course catalog? Near impossible, it seems. Ah, how the great minds of today are concerned with making even the simplest things intricately inatainable.
Benoit Poelvoorde freaks me out. He most assuredly does.
You want something wicked cool? ('wicked' as we say here in MA) Check this stuff out. It blows my mind, in a good way. Really. TooIncredibleforHerOwnFreakingGood
The sky is the color of dark denim. The trees are black. The streetlight is orange and throws a murky orange corona of light around it into the clear, clear dark.
It's nine o'clock don't try to turn it off.
And yes, 'grot' is a word. It means the same thing as 'grotto', but it is in fact a word in it's own right. I made sure.
And thus I end.