Sicker still...

Bloody Hell - I actually developed a fever! I haven't had a fever in a decade! ... It's not half as fun as people say.
REALLY bed bound :((

Everything wrong with... Titanic

LoL, watching a Cinema Sins mocking commentary on Titanic's plot...
   "To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains..." [and shot of a very pretty very rich young lady, upping the first class stairs.]
Commentary: "I think I've read about a slave or two who might change places with you."

Later, Jack in tux bids Rose goodnight: "It's time for me to go row with the other slaves."
Commentary: "I think I've read about a slave or two... Oh, fuck it."

Dying Jack to Rose on the makeshift raft:"... and you're gonna make lots of babies..."
Commentary: "Yea, after that hot sex with Jack and considering currect situation, she has plenty of frozen empbryos..."
...
Ouch :D
:)))

And also their Avatar commentary is pretty vicious :D

Add tummy sickness to my overall sickness. No one has every been as sick as meee... :(((

... Oh, look. Lots of very pretty chocolate wrappings. How did those get here?

Nevermind.

Reading about Vivian Maier..

.. I especially love the part in which a guy asks why would a nanny take photographs.
Anyways, this was an unknown, undeveloped lady with a Hasselbladt, who loved to take street photos. They were discovered, the negatives, after she was already gone, but you can tell she was really into pushing the big button, not as much the endgame. She failed to even develop them. I can relate to this, all too well. Another drop in my bucket of my street photography ambition.

Still sick, damnit ://

Hate being sick for more than one day, though it seems the floodgates of every bacillus and virus have been opened two days ago, when I got hit with vertigo. The immune system hiccoughed, party on. I'm drinking TEA, people. TEA. What English ladies and gay poets drink. Tea. My nose is so stuffed, the brain cell isn't getting any oxygen, so I am even dumber than usual. Most of the time I just stare at the screen and wait for something to happen. I have an urge to read children's picture books or, better yet, have them read to me. 16-piece iPod puzzles are giving me problems. Xena feels like the Godfather.

Sick :S

Eh, poot. Am coming up with one of the spring bugs. I know this is necessary for boosting my immune system, but it sucks donkey balls nonetheless. I feel like my clothes were made of sandpaper :S

Watching Crossing Lines. It is not the worst procedural, although my standards are fairly high and it's supposed to be taking place in Europe, yet everything is super American. All cast is super cute and females are all 20-something models and guys are all 30-something hotties, there's lots of handguns handling and high tech dick measuring. I am not the one to miss out on anything with William Fichtner in it and there's some Donald Sutterland and Tom Wlaschiha is edible as always. The crimes and search are nice and long, nothing too complicated. there hasn't been any car chases yet, give it time. The one nice lady that was in the pilot, played by Genevieve O'Rilley, died by the end of the pilot. She was the only one who looked old enough to be trusted with the worst of crimes. Somehow in the real world, I'd prefer someone with at least three years of experience chasing an international criminal and saving me. But it doesn't hurt that they look good while they'd be at it.

300 2.0

 

Watched 300 with Maja. I needed this, we both did. It only takes 120.000 beautiful men to die in a blood sea for her to cheer up and all i need to feel better is to eat a bucket load of ... well, many things, and a movie with a lot of photogenic scenery and inventive costumes and we're settled. I'm not sure what went on (in fact am a little bit embarrassed to have forgotten who exactly fucked up whom where in those days), though I am fairly certain human body contains only 8 litres of blood and people with split knees shouldn't be able to run... But okay. The trailer beforehand was that of Noah - another film you can't really go in with logic switched on. There's just no way for a barge like that not to tilt dangerously in such weather with all those animals unrestrained inside....
So. It was a movie much needed. Also, I bought another truckload of chocolate, because I am turning it's wrappings into book markers. that's the only reason I am buying a truckload of chocolate. Lindt can turn the tides of your whole day.

I know this is not in appreciation of my species, but... Those poor people. Those poor ants. All we ever do is fight and fuck and fight and burn and fuck and build and fight and ruin... nameless billions of billions of hotblooded candles in the rain... For no reason, no purpose, no reward, killing one another over and over and over again. An occasional leaf with a name written on it gets caught in the branches of time momentarily, but other than that a myriad of nameless souls pollutes Heaven with no hope of ever changing a Goddamn thing. Plus an occasional epic speech. Grievously underappreciated job to have, being a speech writer for a warlord.

Feeling bad :/

Felling more and more queasy, because about twice a year a vertigo hits me and I have to keep my head down from rolling off and my neck from barfing. It's a shitty condition, but at least it passes within a day or two and I can still play video games while I wait and commiserate.

It does, though, diminish my capacity for romanticism, and makes me feel kind of worn out. I get the sneaking suspicion the universe is laughing at my good intentions. I woke up earlier and had two missed calls from two people I’ve been trying to match-make for weeks, but who refuse to allow themselves to be hammered together, mainly because they both claim the other one wouldn’t like them. I hate it when two pieces of the puzzle refuse to fit. Ruins my whole grand scheme of things. Things would be so much easier if everyone listened to me and did what I say.

Anyways. The missed calls were mostly butt-dials. That much about that. And Will Gardner dies in Good Wife. Am marginally depressed now. I’ve decided what my 40-day lent will be… Not so much abstinence from coffee in general, but asking people on coffee dates. It’s usually me who does the instigating, so now I’ll wait to see what happens. See who actually enjoys my company or just endures it. I am in the right shitty enough mood to do these things to myself.

I may watch the Nymphomaniac again, without skipping scenes. From the bottom up, I may actually find some things about it that make sense.