True, but the I think the overarching anxiety animating the characters (certainly Pegg’s characters in both) was a general fear of aging and what that means — whether that’s something to be embraced, or something to run from. In any case, I liked World’s End well enough, and I’ll watch it again to pick up on the stuff that you only catch on repeat viewings. But this was definitely the Return of the Jedi of the trilogy for me.
Another vote for Hot Fuzz as the favorite. To paraphrase a friend (actually, to straight up plagiarize a friend), World’s End felt like Diet Wright. I enjoyed it well enough; and I did love that Simon Pegg never became a truly lovable loser. But for me, the anxiety in re: conformity and aging played better/ rang more truly in Shaun of the Dead.
Today started off fine — I walked to work and just generally felt like shooting my finger guns o’ camaraderie at everyone I passed. And then I got to work and the bullshit started and now I have 2 minutes until I can bounce and fuck being a working stiff, is what I’m saying.
Looking forward to my walk home, though.
Oh, man! I accidentally downvoted your killer reveal! Somebody come along and upvote it so it all evens out
…also, that’s Bus Driver Stu in Delivery Man and I’m so happy that guy is getting work so please, somebody go see this movie
“There are some good-looking 30 year olds out there!” — you said it, son
You’re right. I’m going back in there to seal that deal!
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. This day. This fucking day! I took the ill-advised step of asking someone out AGAINST ALL REASON AND SENSE and it went precisely as well as I should have known it would. I know I’m only a lurker here, but I would really appreciate it if all the Monsters could pass the hat to help buy me a one way ticket off-world so I never have to run into this person again. Thanks in advance and God bless.
I am a massive Rolling Stones fan, so was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be able to check them out at the Staples Center tomorrow night (the opening of their “50 and Counting” Tour). But! They just released a block of $85 mystery tickets (you have to buy them as a pair; and you don’t know where you’ll be sitting until you get to the venue and are escorted to your seat — could be absolutely anywhere, including the pit) and I managed to snag a pair and now I am going to see the Stones tomorrow so yeah, it has been a great day.
Also, work was fine.
I was crazy curious! And oh, boy, did this deliver.
Yeah, the doctor says I have some “thinness” “back there” that needs to be monitored (Mrs. Super Patient over here, with my crazy good listening skills), so I have to go back for dilation every 6 months now, too. Thanks for the advice on the non-night driving! Next time I’ll probably just ply a friend with offers of beer if they come pick me up.
I went to the eye doctor this morning and finally had to go ahead and allow him to dilate my eyes (I always skedaddle before they do that part because hey, I took off work for this I can’t be a member of the Junior Owl Brigade with my big ol’ dilated pupils for the rest of the day and also how will I drive home?)because the doctor had to do a bunch of eyebally tests. And it was just as cuckoo as I remember walking around with monster pupils and not being able to see a damn thing up close but make out things in the distance just fine. I drove carefully home and slept it off and now I’m back at work. Also: fuck health care reimbursement accounts. Just pay the fucking doctor outright! Why do I gotta be the middle man?!
Seriousgum: I am fascinated by the work that people are doing to alleviate the devastating effects of food deserts, so this TED talk on Ron Finley’s urban/ guerilla gardening work in south central L.A. was really motivating for me! http://www.ted.com/talks/ron_finley_a_guerilla_gardener_in_south_central_la.html Sorry, I do not have any funny links.
I dated a producer on My Ghost Story last year…and he looked eerily/awesomely like James Spader and what I’m saying was, that was a fun relationship while it lasted.
Thai food is so good. Insert whatever James Franco gif feels appropriate here, ’cause that shit is the best.
I’m sorry that other people have the same shitty birthday party luck that I do, but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t somewhat reassured by the fact that I’m not the only person who can’t seem to draw a flipping crowd for a birthday shindig.
I have definitely sat behind the wheel in a parking lot looking straight ahead and completely caught up in a story and looking like a crazy person to anyone walking by.
Any thread with a mention of Scott Walker is one I want to be in. I spent yesterday afternoon listening to Christmas music and then took a brief break to listen to SW’s new album and the juxtaposition of the two made me feel crazy.
Today was ok. I’ve been battling headaches for the past week and last night made the ill-advised choice to google “cluster headaches” and so in addition to now freaking out over the slightest sniffle (http://abcnews.go.com/Health/arizona-woman-dies-brain-fluid-leaks-nose/story?id=17849038#.UMFVKoNfCSo), I’m also convinced I’m about to start getting “suicide headaches.” Life as a hypochondriac is challenging, yo.
I second (third?) the recommedation of audio books. Like most Angelenos, my car is my 2nd home: listening to audio books has saved my life on the 405.
Thanks to John Roberts, about mid-way through October I start ordering people to put up the tree, be careful around the tree, take a picture around the tree, then get rid of the tree. Everyone loves it. No, seriously, they do.