And also because some of them (malathion in this case) post some really interesting articles.
Former Italian Porn Star Offers Herself to Saddamn.
I remember her term in parliament and the scandal that caused. I didn't realize she was *this* much of a humanitarian, though.
Makes me tear up a little.
Last night I turned on the tv and saw a romantic comedy that was just coming on. I think it's the first one I've ever seen that didn't make me want to take out everyone who was in it and leave me in a hateful funk for a few hours afterward. It was called All Over The Guy (looked it up this morning) and the critical stuff I've read about it is just poo pooing.
"no one actually talks like that."
*I* talk like that. The witty banter, the asides, the frank, blunt comments. People *do* have witty conversations. I have several friends who don't know how *not* to have a witty conversation. The problem is you have to actually have ... wit... to pull it off.
And they're upset at one of the leading men being too attractive, therefore an unbelieveable foil for the less typically attractive, geekier guy. What utter bullshit.
And ya know.. it's his movie... he can cast who he likes. Yes, I'm getting defensive about a gay romantic comdey. Shoosh it.
My mom saw "call intercept" and in some bizarre... fit... ordered it and the mandatory caller ID service too. The unwanted telemarketer calls have dropped at an incredible rate. in the two days it's been functioning.
It's a good good thing.
And it's even more interesting to see that Tim called my house twice yesterday and hung up after listening to the answering machine. Caller ID. It's a beautiful thing, I guess. But in a way.. that's info I didn't really want.
I was listening to the Ben Folds Five album Whatever and Ever Amen. I'm not really a fan of theirs. But it's one of those memory albums and it makes me feel good, if melancholy. Like taking a Billie Holiday bath. Warm and cozy, but still hurting in some diffused way.
That album was one of those that Tom had a weird connection to. Specifically, the song Evaporated. I can remember him listening to it... pretending that it was at random because he tried hard not to come off as sentimental. And there were times when he listened to it a lot. It was his 'goofy sad'...when he was feeling very down. but still with a sense of humor about it... with some sense of how silly the whole process of self loathing and renewal of belief in yourself is.
Anyway, sorry if you hate it. Here are the lyrics. I've never pretended that I wasn't sentimental.
What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glarey random day
Were the things I really cared about
Just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud
Woke up way too late
Feeling hung over and old
And the sun was shining bright
And I walked barefoot down the road
Started thing about my old man
It seems that all men
Wanna get into a car and go...anywhere
Here I stand,
Sad & free
I can't cry and I can't see
What I've done
God...What have I done
So don't you know I'm numb, man
No I can't feel a thing at all
Cause its all smiles and business these days
and I am indifferent to the loss
I've faith that there's a soul somewhere
whose leading me around
I wonder if she knows
Which way is down...
I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
Blind man on a canyon's edge
of a Panoramic scene
Or maybe I'm a kite
That's flying high & random
Dangling a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room
Head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home
They think I've lost my mind.