There's No One Listening At Home...

so I can say whatever the fuck fuckety I want. Not a single soul is commenting on this blog. Not that I don't know why. Coz I'm boring as all bat shit. As all hell out and get out motherfucka. And I don't care.

kind of an oodd day today. for some very strange reason I don't have that horrible lethargic feel that I have most days. someone asked me that I looked tired this afternoon, but I've been feeling rather chipper lately. my iPod playlist is mean and lean, I've been eating fairly well (and doing some cooking), getting a little exercise, reading, writing and arithmetic - but that last part was crap. been watching tons of movies, have almost seen the oscar contenders (bar cRaSH, I do want to see it, just don't think it has a Marlon Brando of a chance). Brokeback will get the gong and Scotty J will get best actor.

watched syriana tonight and can't help but feel that this film is almost too good to win. it's certainly too good for me, i couldn't follow the damned thing no matter how hard i tried. i was determined to see this film tonight, helping that it's half price tuesday. i was also determined to have a chilli burger and look how that turned out. earlier in the day i was roped in to an interview for a potential colleague that i didn't want to go to. it'll be 30 minutes i was told. then i found out my bossboss was video conferencing in from interstate. it ended up going (including the post interview discussion) for 90 minutes. i got back to my desk thinking there goes the movie. it was not quite 6pm. could i get my burger and get to the cinema in 30 minutes. wait a minute, what about all those retarded ads? saved! i got my burger and downed the fries on the way there. i got to the cinema. the queue was almost at the Matterhorn it was sooo long. oh well. well, let's just see what time the movie starts. i might have time as i make my way to the front and my chilli burger gets cold. starts in 15 minutes. fuckety? do you want to buy a ticket now. Yes! I mean, are you sure, I feel guilty about all these people missing out? don't worry i'm told. Double YESSS. i get my ticket and then down my burger. yum, hot, yum, hot, dribble a bit, yum, hot, lick my fingers, wipe my face, drop a bit of chicken on the carpet, i really don't care. in i go.

people think i'm a freak that i mostly see movies by myself. I see no problem. it's not like you talk during a movie. WELL, ME ANYWAY. and i feel like my opinion is forced on me when i go with other people.

anyhoo, back to Serenity, i mean, Syriana. Good film. Didn't understand a bit of it. I went in with the understanding that I had to "pay attention" so I did. I still couldn't comprehend what was going on. Or maybe I did but I just can't put it into words. Or maybe I have ADD. Who cares? As I said really good film, well made, well written, interesting, great acting. I think it's the best thing Clooney has done, easy. Jeffrey Wright to me is one of the best actors working today, when I see him in a film i know it's him, but he's absolutely swallowed himself in his character that he almost becomes unrecognisable. Steve Gaghan deserves a medal for all the obviously hard work he put into this film. I just wish I could understand it more. Maybe I should see it again. Or read the book. That's it you slob - go read a book.