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In the other room, the tv is playing some dumb cop movie with Paul Walker. I'm listening to what passes for dialogue and giggling like crazy. How many ways *can* you conjugate the verb "to fuck", anyway?
I mean, it happens to be my favorite curse word, but jeez. Even I don't use it quite so much as that.
Comcast was here yesterday and hooked up my internet for me. I love my internets!!! So much love. I've been happily surfing the web and glutting myself on tv all day. I *did* venture out at one point and walked over to the resident services office to pick up my pool pass. I think I managed to bake my brain, just in that twenty minutes. It was hot.
Came back, turned the AC to max chill, and parked on the sofa. Somehow, I ended up watching two romance movies on LOGO, cute little boy-meets-boy with angst, romance, drama, and finally, happy endings all around. I don't know the title of the first one, but the second was called Latter Days. I'll have to rent it sometime and see how it is when it's not all chopped up with commercials.
From happy ending to angst and misery in ten hours! when I finally got around to watching Brokeback Mountain. Okay, I'll admit it: I cried like a little girl. I don't understand why so many people talked about "the gay cowboy movie". It seemed to me that it was just a love story with an unhappy ending. Sort of like West Side Story, or Romeo and Juliet, or any of a thousand other stories where the lovers end up bitter, miserable, and lonely by the end of the movie.
I have to say that I felt bad for Ennis, trapped in his own psychological hell and too afraid of the kind of love he had to reach out for it. I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to have lived in a time and a place where one's life was very much linked to one's sexuality. I've always felt that it's nobody's business who anybody fucks, and this movie was kind of a reminder of how strongly I really believe that.
Of course, I've never fallen in love with someone of my own gender, so I guess it's easy for me to sit back and feel sympathetic. I hope that if I ever have the chance, I'll stand up for my beliefs, instead being afraid of whatever package in which love comes.
I mean, it happens to be my favorite curse word, but jeez. Even I don't use it quite so much as that.
Comcast was here yesterday and hooked up my internet for me. I love my internets!!! So much love. I've been happily surfing the web and glutting myself on tv all day. I *did* venture out at one point and walked over to the resident services office to pick up my pool pass. I think I managed to bake my brain, just in that twenty minutes. It was hot.
Came back, turned the AC to max chill, and parked on the sofa. Somehow, I ended up watching two romance movies on LOGO, cute little boy-meets-boy with angst, romance, drama, and finally, happy endings all around. I don't know the title of the first one, but the second was called Latter Days. I'll have to rent it sometime and see how it is when it's not all chopped up with commercials.
From happy ending to angst and misery in ten hours! when I finally got around to watching Brokeback Mountain. Okay, I'll admit it: I cried like a little girl. I don't understand why so many people talked about "the gay cowboy movie". It seemed to me that it was just a love story with an unhappy ending. Sort of like West Side Story, or Romeo and Juliet, or any of a thousand other stories where the lovers end up bitter, miserable, and lonely by the end of the movie.
I have to say that I felt bad for Ennis, trapped in his own psychological hell and too afraid of the kind of love he had to reach out for it. I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to have lived in a time and a place where one's life was very much linked to one's sexuality. I've always felt that it's nobody's business who anybody fucks, and this movie was kind of a reminder of how strongly I really believe that.
Of course, I've never fallen in love with someone of my own gender, so I guess it's easy for me to sit back and feel sympathetic. I hope that if I ever have the chance, I'll stand up for my beliefs, instead being afraid of whatever package in which love comes.
