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 - Land of the Free - Font Conference - The Boys and the Subway - Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog - Snack foods that sound like sex acts - Michael Bay's rejected The Dark Knight script (Previously: Lists, part 13)  You know when you just automatically respond to someone without thinking? It's not until a few minutes later do you realize the response makes no sense. Example: when a cab driver drops you off at the airport and the driver says, "Have a nice flight!" You auto-respond with, "You too!" I think my favorite is when someone asks, "What's up?" and the response is, "Good, good. I'm fine." Or when someone asks, "How are you?" and you get, "Nothing much!"  Today was the (American) DVD release of my favorite TV show (in the world ever), Spaced. And I met Simon Pegg, Jessica Hynes (née Stevenson), and Edgar Wright! Got my DVDs signed and everything. I was over the moon, and still am. My brain was in shock the entire time; I couldn't believe they were right in front of me! Yesterday, they had a free 3-episode showing in the city to kick off the Spaced Invasion tour in the US. So awesome. If you haven't seen or heard of Spaced, please do rent and watch it! It's only 14 episodes and it's really funny. And quirky. And amazing.  "Whoa, it's... hot out." "More like it's humid." "I don't know if I'm going to need your sweatshirt." "Well, you can leave it in the car if you want." "...but what if they're pumping AC in there?" (both of us burst out laughing) "And that was a genuine Dane Cook moment."  Just so everyone knows: Batman is my favorite superhero. (I read those comic books as a kid, and eventually Frank Miller's as I got older.) So, yup, I went to see a midnight showing of The Dark Knight. I've been waiting since last year to see it... It was the most amazing superhero movie ever. My mind is still reeling from it. I need to let it sink in and, I need to see it again (and again). The character development is fantastic throughout; nothing was crammed together like Spider-man 3. Granted it's a considerably long movie, it's worthy of the length. It hits upon everything you can hope for in all the characters and plot. Heath Ledger hits the Joker spot on-- deranged, crazy, intimidating, and fearsome. He was perfect. The blend of perverseness and complete joy from causing turmoil gives you goosebumps. He IS the Joker. He completely lost himself in the character. He embodied every element of the villain, even the little quirks of being silly at times. And the thing is, I never found the Joker to be that great of a villain. But now I think he's the ultimate badass. I completely see his side, his functional anarchy. My god, the brilliance of Heath Ledger's performance. The laugh, the voice, the look... it's all so chilling. And it makes me incredibly sad that he has passed away. My mind is all over the place, but the point is: this movie was amazing.  (whistling) "Hey... hey!" The other day, I was out metering the car. I was getting some coins from my wallet when I heard someone trying to get my attention. It was the guy in the the white pickup truck next to the Muni meter. I glanced over as the window rolled down a bit. "You have a pretty face," he said with an accent, smiling. I was startled. I felt like I was back in Paris again, where the guys are very free about their, uh, feelings for women. I smiled and managed, "I, uhh... thanks?" The window rolled down more and nope, I was no longer looking at this man's face. His shirt was pulled up, revealing a rather hairy belly. I oogled at a man's belly. I couldn't help it. It was right there. I felt like I was in a Jim Gaffigan joke. You know, the one where he talks about food and the stomach implant (have a listen). Anyway, he kept talking to me as I managed to tear my eyes away from The Belly. I fished the coins out of my wallet and finally got my receipt. "Shimmy." "What's that?" I said. "My name is Shimmy." "Jimmy?" "No, no. Shimmy. Shimmy. "Ohh, Shimmy." "Yes. What is your name?" I was going to make up a name, but what are the chances I'll see this dude again? Very slim. "Amy," I replied. "Amy. My name is Shimmy. When can I see you?" My mind: "HAHAHA!!" What actually happened: "I'm sorry, I have to go!" "Wait, I want to see you again...!" I placed the receipt in the car and headed back. Oh, Shimmy.  I'm lost again. Although, I'm not entirely sure if I ever found my way in the first place. I guess a large part of life is finding your way, to be yourself when the world and its people try to constantly change who you are. At the core of it, you're still you but even then, something so fragile can break and be placed back together in a different way. That's the thing with puzzles: there are a myriad of ways to figuring them out but they all lead to the same solution. The thing is... I feel like I'm in a constant battle with myself. Each time I think I'm closer to finding my way or myself again, I lose it. I have these revelations, these clear thoughts on recent events that suddenly shift me back in line again. That path that was once clear of obstacles is now filled with even more. I push people away because I think I'm in a better place and that I don't need them anymore. And when I mean push people away, I really mean I disappear from their lives and hopefully, my absence is just an unnoticeable space. But I realize much too later that I've pushed away the right people and kept the wrong ones. By then, I've changed because who you surround yourself with tends to influence how you think, how you act, how you are. (I guess that makes me weak.) My feeble attempts at trying to reconcile the time and distance passed is almost useless but I keep trying anyway. (I guess that makes me persistent.) I show that I haven't changed, that I'm still me, that it was just a fluke. Where did I go? I don't understand myself sometimes, though I don't think anyone really understands themselves sometimes. I'm lost.  Happy 4th of July! Hope you all eat a lot and enjoy the fireworks.
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4 July 2008
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 Most of the time when you're honest about something, your friends will say nice things or say some version of, "Nah, you're the best! Don't worry about it!" (I'm completely guilty of this.) But there are some friends that will be completely honest with you back, and to me, that is incredibly refreshing. It's like, "Thank you for not disagreeing with me! I really am that lame!" That is totally awesome. Of course, there is a balance between these two because sometimes being honest all the time can land you in hot water. I'm sure we were all taught that when we were younger. "Kids, lying is good... sometimes." |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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