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Mar. 20th, 2002 03:44 pmThe automatist's undoing, the whole world starts unscrewing, as time collapses, and space warps (yeah). You see decay and ruin. I tell you "No, no, no, no. You make such an exquisite corpse (yeah)
Got that randomly stuck in my head (It's from the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack, if you're curious (BTW: Good Movie.)), and it fits the semi-apocalyptic mood I'm in. I would like both the frequency and amplitude of my mood sinusoid to level out soon. I'm getting a little sick of not really knowing whether I'm coming or going, or both. In a bit of a grey mood, as it's a bit of a grey day. The view outside the window looks sullen and dissolute, but maybe that's just the dirt on the screen. I'm sure I could read a whole lot of metaphor about our perceptions shaping the universe into that previous sentence, but I'm not really up for a long bout of introspection at the moment. So, on to the writing about events part of the journal (IE: The boring part)
Went to go see Resident Evil last night. The original plan was to go see the Escaflowne movie, but apparently it's only showing at 2:00 PM, which isn't exactly feasible, so off to zombie goodness ventured Numa-Dan, Eric (my Eric not pants Eric or medium sized Eric, or BIG Eric or any of the other Eric's I know), Yen, Temple, Simon, and myself. The movie was actually pretty good. Certainly not high art, but very few movies with zombies in them are (the one possible exception I can think of is Cemetary Man. Why the hell isn't that on DVD yet?), and even fewer movies based on video games. Stayed pretty true to the video game, which isn't generally a plus, but the way the movie was delivered made it work.
As a random geek tangent, survival horror (which is the genre of video games Resident Evil falls into) games have never drawn me in at all. I like the concept of them, and there are quite a few that are executed brilliantly, but I just can't make my brain work with the control schema, which is pressing forward moves your character forward, but pressing left or right *turns* your character, it doesn't make them move left or right on the screen. This is actually a good thing, as there's lots of "Oh no, the horrible flesh eating Slargh is right behind me, will I be able to turn around fast enough to bash it with my crowbar?" drama, but the whole thing just infuriates me for some reason. Maybe it's because the turn rate tends to be infuriatingly slow. Anyway, if I want to play really freaky video games, I'll pick up one of the System Shocks instead. And with that I'm done dorking.
After movie the crew meandered off for food stuffs. Walked slightly into Pacific Heights, and ended up grabbing mini-pizzas at Pizza Inferno, which I've been to once before, but can't quite remember the occasion. This annoys me for some reason. We apparently have arrived at Happy Hour, which doesn't really mean much crowd wise, as the place is getting ready to shut down, but it does mean two for one pizzas. Talk over dinner includes drunken santas, second person shooters or lack thereof, the tenuous joys of epinepherine, and the annoyance of non-canon events in fantasy lands.
This last is one of my major pet peeves about fictional universes. I like pretending that everything I read could or is happening somewhere out in the multiverse. But then once you've got an established universe like say, Star Wars, everyone and their mother starts writing in it, and pretty soon you've got characters behaving completely bizarrely, because different authors have different interpretations of that character, or downright breaks in internal consistency like characters being in two places at the same time. This completely messes up my suspension of disbelief and ruins the whole universe for me. I'm sure such things have been the cause of more than a few fist fights at scifi conventions ("You varlet, it clearly says in tales of the wookie monks part 5 that Chewhonda shot Boba Fett the Third (esquire) in the spleen" "Oh, you simpering fool, if you would have bothered to read the limited edition graphic novel Barely Dressed Spacewhores of Sigma Nu, you would see that the scar is on his shoulder!" *punching noises ensue until Hotel security pull them apart*) I tend to respond by just going "Feh. I'm not enjoying this anymore. Time to buy a new book". Tangent: I'm still convinced that the number one event for causing broken friendships among 10 year old boys of my generation was the ability to steal your partner's lives on Contra for the nintendo. That is all.
Anyway, after that, everyone returns to their respective homes (or couches in my case). I read a bit more Christopher Moore and then crash out. And now it's today. What to do, what to do? Food seems like a good idea, but I'm getting a bit leery of my cash reserves, which means that I'm probably off to whip up some mac n' cheese. Tonight I think I'm going to a CD release party for my friend Josh's band DeathXDeath. I've known Josh for about 15 or 16 years at this point, and our friendship has mainly fallen into bumping into each other at cafe's every couple of months, so it'll be nice to actually hang out with him. Think I'll close this entry off with another snippet from the Hedwig soundtrack.
Last time I saw you, we had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes, but I could swear by your expression, that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain that cuts a straight line down through the heart. We called it love. So we wrapped our arms round each other, tried to pull ourselves back together. We were making love (making love). It was a cold dark evening such a long time ago, when by the mighty hand of Jove. It was the sad story how we became lonely two legged creatures. It's the story of the origin of love. That's the origin of love
Got that randomly stuck in my head (It's from the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack, if you're curious (BTW: Good Movie.)), and it fits the semi-apocalyptic mood I'm in. I would like both the frequency and amplitude of my mood sinusoid to level out soon. I'm getting a little sick of not really knowing whether I'm coming or going, or both. In a bit of a grey mood, as it's a bit of a grey day. The view outside the window looks sullen and dissolute, but maybe that's just the dirt on the screen. I'm sure I could read a whole lot of metaphor about our perceptions shaping the universe into that previous sentence, but I'm not really up for a long bout of introspection at the moment. So, on to the writing about events part of the journal (IE: The boring part)
Went to go see Resident Evil last night. The original plan was to go see the Escaflowne movie, but apparently it's only showing at 2:00 PM, which isn't exactly feasible, so off to zombie goodness ventured Numa-Dan, Eric (my Eric not pants Eric or medium sized Eric, or BIG Eric or any of the other Eric's I know), Yen, Temple, Simon, and myself. The movie was actually pretty good. Certainly not high art, but very few movies with zombies in them are (the one possible exception I can think of is Cemetary Man. Why the hell isn't that on DVD yet?), and even fewer movies based on video games. Stayed pretty true to the video game, which isn't generally a plus, but the way the movie was delivered made it work.
As a random geek tangent, survival horror (which is the genre of video games Resident Evil falls into) games have never drawn me in at all. I like the concept of them, and there are quite a few that are executed brilliantly, but I just can't make my brain work with the control schema, which is pressing forward moves your character forward, but pressing left or right *turns* your character, it doesn't make them move left or right on the screen. This is actually a good thing, as there's lots of "Oh no, the horrible flesh eating Slargh is right behind me, will I be able to turn around fast enough to bash it with my crowbar?" drama, but the whole thing just infuriates me for some reason. Maybe it's because the turn rate tends to be infuriatingly slow. Anyway, if I want to play really freaky video games, I'll pick up one of the System Shocks instead. And with that I'm done dorking.
After movie the crew meandered off for food stuffs. Walked slightly into Pacific Heights, and ended up grabbing mini-pizzas at Pizza Inferno, which I've been to once before, but can't quite remember the occasion. This annoys me for some reason. We apparently have arrived at Happy Hour, which doesn't really mean much crowd wise, as the place is getting ready to shut down, but it does mean two for one pizzas. Talk over dinner includes drunken santas, second person shooters or lack thereof, the tenuous joys of epinepherine, and the annoyance of non-canon events in fantasy lands.
This last is one of my major pet peeves about fictional universes. I like pretending that everything I read could or is happening somewhere out in the multiverse. But then once you've got an established universe like say, Star Wars, everyone and their mother starts writing in it, and pretty soon you've got characters behaving completely bizarrely, because different authors have different interpretations of that character, or downright breaks in internal consistency like characters being in two places at the same time. This completely messes up my suspension of disbelief and ruins the whole universe for me. I'm sure such things have been the cause of more than a few fist fights at scifi conventions ("You varlet, it clearly says in tales of the wookie monks part 5 that Chewhonda shot Boba Fett the Third (esquire) in the spleen" "Oh, you simpering fool, if you would have bothered to read the limited edition graphic novel Barely Dressed Spacewhores of Sigma Nu, you would see that the scar is on his shoulder!" *punching noises ensue until Hotel security pull them apart*) I tend to respond by just going "Feh. I'm not enjoying this anymore. Time to buy a new book". Tangent: I'm still convinced that the number one event for causing broken friendships among 10 year old boys of my generation was the ability to steal your partner's lives on Contra for the nintendo. That is all.
Anyway, after that, everyone returns to their respective homes (or couches in my case). I read a bit more Christopher Moore and then crash out. And now it's today. What to do, what to do? Food seems like a good idea, but I'm getting a bit leery of my cash reserves, which means that I'm probably off to whip up some mac n' cheese. Tonight I think I'm going to a CD release party for my friend Josh's band DeathXDeath. I've known Josh for about 15 or 16 years at this point, and our friendship has mainly fallen into bumping into each other at cafe's every couple of months, so it'll be nice to actually hang out with him. Think I'll close this entry off with another snippet from the Hedwig soundtrack.
Last time I saw you, we had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes, but I could swear by your expression, that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain that cuts a straight line down through the heart. We called it love. So we wrapped our arms round each other, tried to pull ourselves back together. We were making love (making love). It was a cold dark evening such a long time ago, when by the mighty hand of Jove. It was the sad story how we became lonely two legged creatures. It's the story of the origin of love. That's the origin of love