Ponyo is an adorable movie about a little fish that wants to become a little girl so that she can live on land with the little boy who falls in love with her. Lighter and more kid-oriented than any of the other Hayao Miyazaki films that I've seen (including Castle in the Sky, 
Legend is like Pan's Labyrinth for the 80s only with less fascism and more 20 year old Tom Cruise in short shorts. I discovered this right around the same time as I discovered the Rocky Horror picture show and to this day I can't see a picture of satan's son from Legend without imagining him dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter
Most of the things that I love are pretty and dark at the same time. Park, if you will. Or not. Anyway, except for cheeseburgers, which are just awesome in every way, most things I love musicwise (examples, Radiohead, Burial, Bon Iver) and otherwise (examples, dystopia stories, black dresses, Glenn) are pretty and dark at the same time. This album fits right in to this sweeping personality generalization. Callahan's weird deep voice pushes along through lilting sweet little tunes and bittersweet memories, and the lyrics include such gems as "I ended up in search of...ordinary things...like how can a wave, possibly be? I started runnin, and the concrete turned to sand...I started runnin, and things didn't pan out as planned," from "Jim Cain." Another song begs, "show me the way, show me the way, show me the way, to shake a memory." I certainly hope he'll let me know if he ever figures that one out, but for now I'll just keep myself distracted by listening to this album over and over again.
Insomnia is when you can't sleep even thought it is time for sleep and you desperately want to be sleeping (more or less, look it up on wikipedia if you want a "better" definition). And apparently, it is one of the many side effects of law school attendance. This probably has something to do with the stress, increased coffee/alcohol intake, long nights spent studying/writing etc., etc. Regardless of the cause, insomnia completely sucks, but I do occasionally get some extra work done when I can't sleep (which is good, because I have plenty to do). And maybe I'll even get to class on time today since I have been awake since 5:45am (but probably not).
When I was digging in my cabinets a minute ago I found an old fortune cookie and figured hey what the hell. Little did I know that this cookie contained some sort of bullshit metanarrative/ironic fortune. (Actually I only have the vaguest memory of all that literary theory nonsense from undergrad so I'm not really sure what this fortune is, but it certainly feels like bullshit.) This is totally unfair. Fortunes should strictly tell fortunes. I don't need it to tell me I'm nice, or that the sky is blue, or that life is all a crock of crap. Just tell me my fortune, you stupid cookie!
Today I celebrated the crucifixion of Jesus by eating a bag of sour Jelly Bellys and doing homework. The Jelly Bellys were tasty and both sweet and sour as advertised, although I think an entire bag was probably about 3/4 of a bag too many. I can't believe how much better they were than Sour Skittles.
If there's two things I enjoy without commitment, it's inane flash games with turrets and steampunk. Storm Winds: The Lost Campaigns is a fairly simple game, but it has a thematic exuberance I haven't seen since Mega Man 2 (not like I've paid much attention to video games between 1989 and now). Great for wasting valuable research time on a Friday afternoon before you go get drunk with self-hating Protestants.
Clearly, I am not the booze expert around here, so the best I can offer you is a laywoman's review of this here green fairy drink. Let's see, a tiny one drink bottle cost me $7, it smelled and tasted kind of like cough syrup, and I had a vicious hangover the next day (although that probably had just as much to do with the several white russians and beers I had after). So yeah, not loving my absinthe experience so much. In case you were wondering, I did not pour it over sugar or whatever. I did what the liquor store guy told me, which was "put it in a glass with two pieces of ice, stir it, and drink it when it turns white." And it took about 300 years to turn white, so points off for that. In conclusion, fun novelty experience, pretty bottle, would someone please pass me another russian already?
So my Skull Candy Smokin' Buds crapped out yesterday after fewer than 6 months of use, and I found myself in need of a new set of headphones. Rather than go with more earbuds, the last 2 pairs of which have been rather disappointing in terms of sound and durability, I decided to spend an extra $15 at Target and get some real 'phones. I love the colour, but it doesn't really go with my Incredible Hulk t-shirt. The sound is a million times better than my previous buds, although some dude who actually might know what he's talking about says the high and low end of the RP-HTX7's are a little harsh and they need some EQ'ing to make the most of them. Whatever--I don't even need to listen to music, I'll just stand in front of the mirror and imagine myself directing air traffic at some sort of retro-futuristic slime green airport.
I don't have the time to go to yoga as much as I'd like, so I was pretty happy to get in a good class this morning. It started a little late because Tom, the instructor, couldn't find the keys to get the closet where they keep the mats and blocks and things open, but a maintenance guy eventually showed up and opened it. So everything was great until I went home and changed my facebook status to reflect that I'd had a good workout, and then some asshole had to come along and talk shit about my status. I think he is jealous because he can't touch his toes. What a jerk.
Turkish coffee is like regular coffee on crack. I had this tiny little cup of it at lunch and now I'm fucking WIRED. And I don't know if it's always like this, but the cup I had from this place was sort of spiced and flavorful. It was tasty and I'm disappointed that I didn't try it sooner.
Sometimes when I'm spending a beautiful Spring Saturday writing a big ole paper about an esoteric court ruling on an esoteric part of the UCC* I decide that it's a good idea to eat some crap from a vending machine. This is almost always a mistake, and it's not until I'm halfway through a bag of Sour Skittles and find myself in a cold sweat with a sore stomach and that I realize exactly how bad an idea it was. I think I burned my tongue. Snacking fail. (Sadly I still ate the rest of the bag.)
After the long first flight, the layover at DFW and second leg of my flight (DFW to Hobby) are a bit of a blur. I bought a big bottle of water, was disappointed but not surprised that the newsstand did not carry Yoga Journal, and had a hard time finding food at the airport that was not fried. And my flight was delayed by about 45 min because they were waiting on the flight crew to arrive (were they on another delayed flight or hungover and late for work? We'll never know!), but I was upgraded to an Exit row so that makes up for the delay, I suppose. But then the pitiful lady next to me on the plane did not have anything to read or an ipod (no Vedder for her), and kept looking at me like I was supposed to entertain her (I am not a clown, lady), so points off for that. But the flight was short so whatever. Oh, and I saw that spider on the wall in the airport.
This is by far the dumbest fucking thing ever put on TV. I feel dirty for watching it.*
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