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Rain, Rain, Go Away...
Jan. 9th, 2005 10:53 amIt's raining still. A lot. Water, water everywhere...Big, heavy, fat rain. Rain that comes in from sideways. Rain that seems to come from below you. The ground is saturated with water, and there is mud in places where there was once grass.
Gopher holes are popping up in the backyard again, since rain makes them come to the surface like small volcanoes with little furry animals as the magma and lava.
Yesterday, after I got home, I took a long hot shower and in there somewhere, smacked my hand hard on the tile wall. The puffiness in my knuckle has gone down some, but it still hurts like hell. I don't think that I broke anything, but, dang. Ouch.
Got out, got dressed, and went down to try and find a movie, Closer, but I missed the last show at the Marina Pacifica. So, I went shopping over at the WOW! store.
Picked up Shaun of the Dead and SpeakerBox/The Love Below from Outkast, and rooted through the sale/cheapie bins, but couldn't find anything worthwhile.
Walked back through the parking garage, listening to the echoes ripple through the concrete built cave. Got in the car, revved up the engine, popped in the CD and drove over to Lakewood South to try and catch the next show. I made it to a seat right as the movie started.
What a beautiful, sad, "depressive" movie. All about love, and relationships, honesty, trust and lies, beginnings and endings. Such a great and ugly movie. All about lies, heck the movie is a lie, in a way. Just like it says in the film--that pictures of sad people are lies, because they're beautiful. It's a nice film. And sad. Quite sad.
Jude law is amazing, going through all the strains of of love, lust, fear, and outright despair. Julia Roberts is superb and gives a quiet, painful performance, one of her best, I think. Clive Owen is both mean and likeable, and manages to let out just enough hurt through his gruffness. Natalie Portman is cold, and broken, and simply "fucking beautiful." I mean, really, really beautiful.
I Walked out of the theatre feeling kind of down. It had stopped raining for a few moments, but it was still ugly out. I stepped out to the curb humming along to the movie's "theme song" running through my head--"Can't keep my eyes off of you." I looked around, and there wasn't anyone out, really. They'd run off for their cars, or other buildings, or nicer, simpler places that were warm and filled with something resembling hope, or love, or light.
I looked around me, and up to the momentarilly quiet clouds. And then to my car.
....
I slipped into the back room of our house and popped in Shaun of The Dead. Forgot how fun it was. Funny, funny and good horror film.
Got out front to stick with the family for a little while, and watched the Return of the Ring Appendices. All about the ending of their fellowship. Kinda sad that. How much love they put into that film, and how hard it was for them to leave it. So much of their lives were put into it, and then their fellowship must break. As strong as the movie itself.
I found myself on the couch (for the second night in a row), alone in the dark living room, watching Breakfast at Tiffany's watch me. More sad lives. But funny, and true, and a lie. But sweet...
...
Woke up this morning listening to the news talk about rain. Rain. More rain. A homeless man died in a mudslide. More dead found in Asia. Horrible, well done pictures of sad people.
I don't know where to put my eyes.
Gopher holes are popping up in the backyard again, since rain makes them come to the surface like small volcanoes with little furry animals as the magma and lava.
Yesterday, after I got home, I took a long hot shower and in there somewhere, smacked my hand hard on the tile wall. The puffiness in my knuckle has gone down some, but it still hurts like hell. I don't think that I broke anything, but, dang. Ouch.
Got out, got dressed, and went down to try and find a movie, Closer, but I missed the last show at the Marina Pacifica. So, I went shopping over at the WOW! store.
Picked up Shaun of the Dead and SpeakerBox/The Love Below from Outkast, and rooted through the sale/cheapie bins, but couldn't find anything worthwhile.
Walked back through the parking garage, listening to the echoes ripple through the concrete built cave. Got in the car, revved up the engine, popped in the CD and drove over to Lakewood South to try and catch the next show. I made it to a seat right as the movie started.
What a beautiful, sad, "depressive" movie. All about love, and relationships, honesty, trust and lies, beginnings and endings. Such a great and ugly movie. All about lies, heck the movie is a lie, in a way. Just like it says in the film--that pictures of sad people are lies, because they're beautiful. It's a nice film. And sad. Quite sad.
Jude law is amazing, going through all the strains of of love, lust, fear, and outright despair. Julia Roberts is superb and gives a quiet, painful performance, one of her best, I think. Clive Owen is both mean and likeable, and manages to let out just enough hurt through his gruffness. Natalie Portman is cold, and broken, and simply "fucking beautiful." I mean, really, really beautiful.
I Walked out of the theatre feeling kind of down. It had stopped raining for a few moments, but it was still ugly out. I stepped out to the curb humming along to the movie's "theme song" running through my head--"Can't keep my eyes off of you." I looked around, and there wasn't anyone out, really. They'd run off for their cars, or other buildings, or nicer, simpler places that were warm and filled with something resembling hope, or love, or light.
I looked around me, and up to the momentarilly quiet clouds. And then to my car.
....
I slipped into the back room of our house and popped in Shaun of The Dead. Forgot how fun it was. Funny, funny and good horror film.
Got out front to stick with the family for a little while, and watched the Return of the Ring Appendices. All about the ending of their fellowship. Kinda sad that. How much love they put into that film, and how hard it was for them to leave it. So much of their lives were put into it, and then their fellowship must break. As strong as the movie itself.
I found myself on the couch (for the second night in a row), alone in the dark living room, watching Breakfast at Tiffany's watch me. More sad lives. But funny, and true, and a lie. But sweet...
...
Woke up this morning listening to the news talk about rain. Rain. More rain. A homeless man died in a mudslide. More dead found in Asia. Horrible, well done pictures of sad people.
I don't know where to put my eyes.
