[this is me, staring at you]
So I just got back from watching Spider-Man 3 with Tim because he’s cool and likes superheros and will go see movies that involve superheros at 12:10AM on their opening date and not care that they don’t end till around 3:00AM.
I won’t give anything away in case you’d like to see it; I’ll just say it’s pretty good, save some random dancing weirdness in the middle and Tobey Maguire’s awful emo hair as a result.
On a side note, don’t ever read The Road if you’d like to sleep a peaceful sleep for a while. I seriously got nightmares and have been thinking about post-apocalyptic survival for the past 48 hours. It doesn’t help that Cormic McCarthy offers suicide as the only possible salvation. It honestly seems a sweet option if such a thing as his plot were to unfold. I attempted telling myself that it’s just a story and things don’t happen like that to real people living in the real world, but the really crappy part is that the entire environment of the novel is the real world in the most horrific reality; that things you take comfort in being normal and substantial- like your favorite TV show or your email or the post office, mundane things - are completely obliterated. I guess if it evokes such a strong reaction, you may think it’s worth a read…but jeez. I threw away my copy this morning, after finishing it. I’m not passing it on to anyone else and I’m terrified I’d read it again for some masochistic reason.
I’ve only ever thrown away one other book before.
Hey jane and mel, stop me whenever I start to show an interest in end-of-the-world flicks/books again. This always happens.
I guess it’s time for sleep, or something like it.