Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet

I watched The Squid and the Whale yesterday. While it remains one of my favourite movies, it is no less unsettling. Noah Baumbach has the uncanny ability to create some of the most nakedly human and overwhelmingly awkward moments to ever be captured on film. Miranda July is the only person who I can think of coming close.

Is it weird that Christmas is in three days? I'm not the only one who thinks this is weird, right?

When I started writing this I felt like I had a lot to say, but that seems to have evaporated. So when in doubt post videos, right?

I am quite disappointed in Regina for not having this movie be released here...oh well. I guess I'll wait.

This is easily one of my favourites, and really only The Postal Service is more relaxing and comforting.


Well...and this one.


Oh and we can't forget this...



I don't want to go outside. Nor work until midnight.

An overwhelming feeling of oneness.

I was sitting in Campion next to the curved windows, listening to Brian Eno's Ambient 1: Music for Airports thinking about how when and if I have a child, this is what I'll play to put her/him to sleep; when I looked out the window and saw the snow falling ever so softly and gracefully and for less than a second I was overcome with an emotion I can't describe or recreate or even imagine.

Distractions

Instead of going to be when I should of, I stayed up until 2:00 a.m. watching Secretary. That is a good movie, and I know why Jordan likes it so much. Some parts of it kind of bothered me, mostly when it turned into a everything is happy except it involves S & M romantic movie. I liked it better when the characters where just fucked up and alone instead of being adorably weird together. Anyways, I found this and if I fail my tests, I blame that bear, his umbrella and that delightful music.







My high score is over 120,000 points which is mostly from not landing for 130 cars. As far as cars go, 343!

You can determine where a river once was, just by examining rocks.*

Shawn was in town last night. It was really good to see him, for the most part. At times he's as smart and intellectual and engaging as I remember and we connected perfectly. At others, he is frustrating and acts like a 12 year old. At least this was the case last night the unfortunate behaviour could have been brought on by the presence of Sweaty-Nose and him being around people who he has seen in quite some time. Also, fun fact, Sweaty-Nose is really homophobic, who'd a thunk it.

My brain feels mushy from forcing Existential philosophy and Social Psychology into it. Yet! I'm more or less done with the latter and will be focusing on the former tomorrow and none of it will really matter come 5:00 p.m. Monday.

I wish I had more to say but my life is more or less reading and writing and then talking about what I'm reading and writing with Curtis Hanna. I'm sleepy, maybe some Clone High will help sooth me into a nice sleep.


Notes*

The title of this post is from this and more or less encompasses my outlook on life right now. I think it goes well with my motto for life which is More Action! Less Tears! the name of my second favourite song by A Silver Mt. Zion.