This is not, repeat NOT, funny
Dec. 29th, 2003 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeWould the voodoo practitioner currently sticking white-hot needles into my left eye socket please for the ever-frikking-love-of-God STOP?
Yes, in other words, I have a migraine.
Saw my uncle today. Was depressing, as is usually the case when I have anything to do with the paternal side of the family. They're all insane and very, very dysfunctional. Today I had the added joy of getting a tour of his neighbourhood (one which is even more blue-collar and depressing than mine, if you can credit it), and we had drinks at his apartment. His ground-level, two-room, postage-stamp-sized apartment. Three words can describe it, I think. Gayest. Apartment. Ever.
Think Will & Grace except without the NBC budget. Yeah. That bad. Wind chimes and two upholstered chairs from my grandparents' old dining-room set and pseudo-african masks and something that looked like a victorian portrait of a woman I'd never seen before (generic, in other words), and a white hide-a-bed with a leopard-print covering. I shit you not. Faux velours pillows.
Anyway, he offered me sherry, beer, white wine, or something else alcoholic. I settled on tomato juice. Goddamned stupid alcoholic family. I thought they were all over this stupid massive consumption of alcohol thing. Oh well.
He *did* give me a list of places for potentially cheap apartments, so I'll be looking into that quite soon. Then we went out for lunch at a local diner, where I had a tomato soup and a smoked meat sandwich.
He followed me downtown. I have no better way to describe it. I assumed he'd go home after lunch, but he mumbled something about maybe seeing a movie, and then sort of meandered after me in a sad way and then said he might just accompany me to my metro stop. I decided to stop off at a different place to get some Drano because my pipes are stopped up and then he thought that was a great idea. He finally decided to part ways at Alexis Nihon Plaza.
It was kind of sad, really. I feel sorry for him, but the man is not exactly a shining example of humanity. He's done some pretty shitty things in his life, and now he's 55 and has never held down a steady job, has no friends and no one really likes him. The saddest part is that I suspect that he was hoping to get me very drunk at his place so I would spend the whole day there.
I got my Drano for free at Canadian Tire, which was nice. I had accumulated enough of that ridiculous Canadian Tire Money that it was free. Score! :) Canadian Tire Money apparently is good for something. Oh! That reminds me, I have to go run hot water in my pipes. *runs off*
*comes back*
Dammit, my head still hurts.
After the Drano!Triumph, decided to treat myself to a viewing of Cold Mountain. During the previews I saw a trailer for something new which looks boring starring Ben Affleck and more importantly Liv Tyler, and I have decided that it wasn't just the elf look that made her fantastic. I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave can fight Prospero's Daughter for Angelina Jolie after all (my money's on Prospero's Daughter, btw, although I think it would be close).
So, anyway, Cold Mountain was nearly three hours long, and about an hour too long, in my not-so-humble opinion. It *seriously* did not know where it was going. Lacked narrative direction, I think would be one way of putting it. It didn't know whether it wanted to be a movie about war, or about desertion, or about two southern women trying to make it during hard times in the Civil War, or about how some men seized what small power they had and became local war lords in the South.
Yeah.
I was underwhelmed.
Luckily, everyone acted well. Jude Law rocks my world, so his part went over pretty well. He mostly staggered around looking wild-eyed and kind of desperate, though. Not too taxing for someone with his range. Nicole Kidman got more to do in this movie. Renée Zellweger also criminally underused, and both of them looking like they could use some feeding, but then again what woman in Hollywood doesn't look like she needs to be fed these days? *sigh*
And now I'm home. I may be posting a little bit more tonight and tomorrow. I'm planning on calling it an early night, though. Been going to bed late these past few nights, although not late by my usual standards. I want to go to bed at 10pm tonight (or thereabouts) and tomorrow, since New Year's Eve I'm likely going to be up late. It's one of my New Year's Resolutions: to keep an early bed time. I'll be posting something very long and rambly about that in the near future, I think, along with a wibble about turning 25. :)
Enough rambling for this post. I think it's long enough.
Yes, in other words, I have a migraine.
Saw my uncle today. Was depressing, as is usually the case when I have anything to do with the paternal side of the family. They're all insane and very, very dysfunctional. Today I had the added joy of getting a tour of his neighbourhood (one which is even more blue-collar and depressing than mine, if you can credit it), and we had drinks at his apartment. His ground-level, two-room, postage-stamp-sized apartment. Three words can describe it, I think. Gayest. Apartment. Ever.
Think Will & Grace except without the NBC budget. Yeah. That bad. Wind chimes and two upholstered chairs from my grandparents' old dining-room set and pseudo-african masks and something that looked like a victorian portrait of a woman I'd never seen before (generic, in other words), and a white hide-a-bed with a leopard-print covering. I shit you not. Faux velours pillows.
Anyway, he offered me sherry, beer, white wine, or something else alcoholic. I settled on tomato juice. Goddamned stupid alcoholic family. I thought they were all over this stupid massive consumption of alcohol thing. Oh well.
He *did* give me a list of places for potentially cheap apartments, so I'll be looking into that quite soon. Then we went out for lunch at a local diner, where I had a tomato soup and a smoked meat sandwich.
He followed me downtown. I have no better way to describe it. I assumed he'd go home after lunch, but he mumbled something about maybe seeing a movie, and then sort of meandered after me in a sad way and then said he might just accompany me to my metro stop. I decided to stop off at a different place to get some Drano because my pipes are stopped up and then he thought that was a great idea. He finally decided to part ways at Alexis Nihon Plaza.
It was kind of sad, really. I feel sorry for him, but the man is not exactly a shining example of humanity. He's done some pretty shitty things in his life, and now he's 55 and has never held down a steady job, has no friends and no one really likes him. The saddest part is that I suspect that he was hoping to get me very drunk at his place so I would spend the whole day there.
I got my Drano for free at Canadian Tire, which was nice. I had accumulated enough of that ridiculous Canadian Tire Money that it was free. Score! :) Canadian Tire Money apparently is good for something. Oh! That reminds me, I have to go run hot water in my pipes. *runs off*
*comes back*
Dammit, my head still hurts.
After the Drano!Triumph, decided to treat myself to a viewing of Cold Mountain. During the previews I saw a trailer for something new which looks boring starring Ben Affleck and more importantly Liv Tyler, and I have decided that it wasn't just the elf look that made her fantastic. I think
fearsclave can fight Prospero's Daughter for Angelina Jolie after all (my money's on Prospero's Daughter, btw, although I think it would be close).So, anyway, Cold Mountain was nearly three hours long, and about an hour too long, in my not-so-humble opinion. It *seriously* did not know where it was going. Lacked narrative direction, I think would be one way of putting it. It didn't know whether it wanted to be a movie about war, or about desertion, or about two southern women trying to make it during hard times in the Civil War, or about how some men seized what small power they had and became local war lords in the South.
Yeah.
I was underwhelmed.
Luckily, everyone acted well. Jude Law rocks my world, so his part went over pretty well. He mostly staggered around looking wild-eyed and kind of desperate, though. Not too taxing for someone with his range. Nicole Kidman got more to do in this movie. Renée Zellweger also criminally underused, and both of them looking like they could use some feeding, but then again what woman in Hollywood doesn't look like she needs to be fed these days? *sigh*
And now I'm home. I may be posting a little bit more tonight and tomorrow. I'm planning on calling it an early night, though. Been going to bed late these past few nights, although not late by my usual standards. I want to go to bed at 10pm tonight (or thereabouts) and tomorrow, since New Year's Eve I'm likely going to be up late. It's one of my New Year's Resolutions: to keep an early bed time. I'll be posting something very long and rambly about that in the near future, I think, along with a wibble about turning 25. :)
Enough rambling for this post. I think it's long enough.
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Date: 2003-12-29 09:32 pm (UTC)For some reason, Amber Benson leaps to mind. But she hasn't made it really big, unfortunately. :( I love her voice though. She sings rather well, if you ask me.
Hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2003-12-30 08:30 am (UTC)Thanks for the good thoughts. Migraine all gone.
Amber Benson is hot, but she went and got all pencil thin after Buffy. It was very sad. Prospero's Daughter saw her at a Con and says she just wanted to take her and give her something to eat.
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Date: 2003-12-30 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 08:31 am (UTC)More proof that I really don't understand Canada.
And now, due to the previous comment, I have Amber Benson on my mind. Which isn't entirely a bad thing. God, that voice....
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Date: 2003-12-30 08:49 am (UTC)It's like any other point system, really, except that they call it Canadian Tire Money instead of points. It's stupid, but eventually you get free Drano or free J-cloths or something. :P
*sigh*
Amber Benson...
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Date: 2003-12-30 08:56 am (UTC)Amber Benson. *sigh*.
Hey, wait a minute. Hands off; I've got first dibs!