Either it'll move me, or move right through me
Just got in from a night at the old homestead. Wasn't even a night -- I helped my mother bid on some auctions on eBay, took my turn nursing poor Socks back to health, complained that there was still much much too much food in the house, and admired the excessive Christmas-ness of the living room. This was the first year in my memory that I didn't help decorate, and I may not get to bake either, due to a restrictive work schedule.
Saw The Royal Tenenbaums again tonight. I remember seeing it in while it was in theatres. I think, at the time, I described it as "A comedy that isn't funny, or a drama that isn't sad." Something like that. But it made much, much more sense to me the second time around. The pacing. The short sentences, punctuated by long looks between characters. Oh yeah, and the fucked-up characters. The more I saw of Gwenyth Paltrow, the more I liked her as depressed playwrite in love with her adopted brother. One of the few times that I've seen a smoker as even remotely attractive. I don't know what that says about me.
On my way back to the apartment, I took a spin around town. What with work and sleep, I don't see much of downtown now, since there is little or no reason for me to venture there. What did I see? A lot of blue lights. I must have missed the memo saying that blue -- manic-depressive blue -- is an official Christmas colour. I seriously need a working camera to capture the sheer moroseness of the city right now. I don't think I saw a single person outside. I heard no Christmas music on the radio, or blaring from any other car's stereo system. I saw a Santa hat on top of a Christmas tree, probably tossed up there a while ago. But no other expressions of Christmas to be found.
Back at the apartment, the place that Christmas forgot, everything is completely quiet. Most of my neighbors have returned home between semesters. The parking lot is practically empty. I didn't hear a single scream, hoot, holler, fight, smashing of bottle, stereo turned to 11, tire squeal, or drunken singalong. I've been home for 40 minutes now, and I still haven't heard more than the usual traffic. By "usual," I mean "usual for someone not living in the middle of 200+ student apartments." There are some cars passing by. I heard a siren. I think there's a radio playing in the distance. That's it.
Saw The Royal Tenenbaums again tonight. I remember seeing it in while it was in theatres. I think, at the time, I described it as "A comedy that isn't funny, or a drama that isn't sad." Something like that. But it made much, much more sense to me the second time around. The pacing. The short sentences, punctuated by long looks between characters. Oh yeah, and the fucked-up characters. The more I saw of Gwenyth Paltrow, the more I liked her as depressed playwrite in love with her adopted brother. One of the few times that I've seen a smoker as even remotely attractive. I don't know what that says about me.
On my way back to the apartment, I took a spin around town. What with work and sleep, I don't see much of downtown now, since there is little or no reason for me to venture there. What did I see? A lot of blue lights. I must have missed the memo saying that blue -- manic-depressive blue -- is an official Christmas colour. I seriously need a working camera to capture the sheer moroseness of the city right now. I don't think I saw a single person outside. I heard no Christmas music on the radio, or blaring from any other car's stereo system. I saw a Santa hat on top of a Christmas tree, probably tossed up there a while ago. But no other expressions of Christmas to be found.
Back at the apartment, the place that Christmas forgot, everything is completely quiet. Most of my neighbors have returned home between semesters. The parking lot is practically empty. I didn't hear a single scream, hoot, holler, fight, smashing of bottle, stereo turned to 11, tire squeal, or drunken singalong. I've been home for 40 minutes now, and I still haven't heard more than the usual traffic. By "usual," I mean "usual for someone not living in the middle of 200+ student apartments." There are some cars passing by. I heard a siren. I think there's a radio playing in the distance. That's it.
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