Ok, for my Xmas spoils — via my sister’s gift of an Amazon.com gift certificate — I’ve decided upon two audio discs by Goldfrapp (including one that has a bonus surround sound dvd version of the album — that should be neat!) and the extended version of Chronicles of Narnia. Make of that what you will. (I was in love with the books as a child, and today, well today the Witch is just damn hot)(I know, I know, she’s getting old, but come on, the power to turn me into stone would come in really handy).
I am not in touch with the modern music scene but I heard some Goldfrapp songs in the background of that movie D.E.B.S. that I mentioned earlier, and my housemate — who has a breadth of music knowledge only possible from technological progress — confirms they’re good.
I have to buy my mom and dad their Xmas items soon, this weekend ideally. They, like me, have been late in conceiving of such things. I’ve now got a small list from my mom but I’ll have to talk to my sister first to make sure we don’t overlap.
In other news, I’m trying to get a better hold on not shaking when I am nervous. I am seeing if when I feel my innards trembling, if I can choose to not let it have my focus. I’ve tried that once so far, and it seemed to be an improvement. Nay, it was an improvement.
Oh, also, we’re again trapped by now. I mean snow. We’re trapped by NOW!
I can go for months without sex. Probably everyone can, but I’m talking about me now. I can go for months without, but I must be reaching my end because I’ve been in a sustained state of pant-pant for at least five days now, and it feels more like nine days what with all the free time before New Year’s. And ironically I haven’t felt like wanking it, which I guess means that I am rejecting fantasy over reality.
It’s quite a state, to reject fantasy. I rarely do (who does?) but either I’ve just reached a point where I need some reality to sustain myself, or I may be aware that fantasy is just not powerful enough to obscure the realities that are around me. I want my attention turned.
|Sarah, a friend of our house*, delivered some hand painted kanjis to us for the holidays. I think she must’ve noticed my
*I say a friend of our house rather of me per se because I don’t know her as well as I could, though I think she’s interesting. Which is code by the way.
Did everyone overlook this film, or was it just me? You wouldn’t know it by the poster, but D.E.B.S. is a funny and unexpectedly touching story about defying societal norms in high-peer-pressure environments like high school (except it isn’t a high school and it isn’t the real world, it is some kind of crazy FBI training facility where everyone wears plaid prep-school outfits). Thank goodness for my typical male interest in prep-school outfits, or I’d have missed this really good film.
D.E.B.S. and My Super Ex-Girlfriend are both must-rents; if you are like me, you’ll be rooting for G-Girl despite her eccentricities. For slightly more serious fare: I also recently watched the Robert Downey Jr. neo-noir Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and my housemate was right, it is an excellent modern version of the old gumshoe flicks – but with some funny to leaven the suspense.