It’s just a life story, so there’s no climax
1:54 am Wednesday, 27 February, 2008
I’ve seen two movies in the past couple of days…it’s been quiet around here. First up was Jumper. I hadn’t intended to go and see this after hearing some poor to moderate reviews from friends but I had managed to get the wrong times for the movie I wanted to see and it was the only thing showing. So having said that, it was better than I expected. It was fun enough but with plot holes the size of Mars throughout. I think it’d probably work a little better as a TV show.
The second movie was Rambo. In a way it was just like Cloverfield, you get exactly what the trailer promises. No more and no less and that was just fine by me. It was stupidly over the top stupid carnage and I enjoyed it for just that. My only complaint was the obvious speeding up of some footage in the final battle scenes but the rest of it was perfect for what it was. Most enjoyable.
So after both movies I decided to walk home from Swords down along the waterfront. It’s a nice enough walk once you get about 10 minutes into it. Of course I was doing it at night so it was dark but with headphones on it was just fine. My soundtrack for the moment is Okkervil River’s The Stage Names. The walk is about 4 1/2 miles so an hour and a little bit door to door. Enough time to get a full rotation of the album in and then another couple of tracks. It’s good for thinking.
And I’ve been thinking about a lot…sometimes too much. I’m rereading the two phonebooks of Dave Sim’s Cerebus and there is a panel where Cerebus threatens to lobotomize his brain for thinking. I’ve had a little bit of that the past couple of nights.
Anyway some stuff I have been thinking about. It struck me in the past week…okay that’s a lie. It struck me while I was drunk on Saturday night. Lets back up a bit here. On Saturday I went to see Ireland play Scotland in the 6 Nations match in Croke Park. We won comfortably which was grand. I went with one of my uncles and his son. So after the match myself and my cousin both having folks to meet for drinks in town figured we may aswell team up to fight crime. Cue 3am in the basement of Hogans. At one point in the evening I had a complete brain to mouth failure (rare as that is!) and was unable to pronounce the word collaborate. I could barely get the “col” out. I gave up and said something else instead (it’s okay, I don’t think anyone noticed) but the next day I realised that I haven’t had any of the problems with loosing words that I was struggling with at the end of last year. So that’s obviously good news but a little bit of reinforcement of my internet diagnosis of stress!
Saturday night ended up fairly late and slightly messy as you may have gathered. I don’t think poor Sarah was quite longing for the days of V comic conversation but I’m sure the thought crossed her mind more than once. The night bus got me home safe in the end but of course this meant that most of Sunday became a write off. Oops.
Sunday evening saw more drinks in town along with a flying visit to Eddie Rockets and then a settling in the Bank for the rest of the night. Interesting evening for conversation. ‘Twas both very varied and at the same time not so. I had more on that but I don’t now. Hmm.
Alright I’m going to London in the morning and I have to be up earlyish. So I’m going to leave you with this gem from Reginald:
There’s no shame in holding onto grief, as long as you make room for other things, too.
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