i'll keep this short because i need to get back to whatever it was i was doing and because i've already logged an entry in at the other place.
and yes. i am going online journal berserk
so there are a couple things i didn't talk/write about in the other. niether piece of information is really any kind of information.. its just me rattling on for cryin out loud.
but i must type. i must do this thing non-stop or it won't work. wow.. its a really good thing that the word it can stand for anything you want it to stand for.
last night i had the chance to see that movie i originally was not going to see because of the fact that i thought i was hot shit because i was all, "oh c'mon! they are so ripping off Paper Moon." yea well.. sometimes you got git in there, y'know?
yes.. so ok. i saw Matchstick Men starring nick cage, sam rockwell, alison lohman (the rising starlit), et al.
ok.. so it was good. i liked it. i was somewhat surprised.. but maybe that's just because i'm growing slack in my cinematic and/or storytelling abilities.. whatever those abilities are/were in the first place.
i was actually going to use the word aficionado because i really don't have any affiliations with the making of film. i just know people who might have a leaning. i don't have a leaning. i have an eye and a quickness to react.. but that gets me as far as your average camera person and/or possible boom operator.. wait, no.. can't do that either.. not enough willing upper body strength to contribute to that job.
but my being/associating with the under-thanked grunts of the world is really coming to an end. or anyway my patience is wearing thin for the menialistic neanderthal activities.. or maybe i mean my compassion is wearing thin. oh screw it. i don't know what i'm saying.. and really none of it matters a great deal anyway.
i think i'm becoming pinoy-ed out man.. phew.. i guess i do sort of have a level of tolerance. and i think i have moved well past that level. and yet.. and yet.. i cannot seem to change the station as it streams into my space.
~sing it like it is miss Sharon Cuneta.. sing it, girl!!~
8:44 p.m. - 2004-03-09
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