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Sunday, January 26, 2003 Last night Caitie, Jon, Rob, and I took a train into Boston to see Lazed and Confused and Laser Schism at the Boston Museum of Science...don't laugh, you know we're cooler than you... It turned out to be a fun night out, though, and the shows were quite good, although they may have been better with the assistance of some illegal substances, but I shall not complain...I will complain, however, about the lack of a 12:15 train out of Boston...this inconvenience led to our tragic missing of Laser Floyd: The Wall...damn you mbta...damn you... posted by Shannon | 3:52 PM Sunday, January 19, 2003 Excerpt from dictionary: surf v. [from the `surf' idiom for rapidly flipping TV channels] To traverse the Internet in search of interesting stuff, used esp. if one is doing so with a World Wide Web browser. It is also common to speak of `surfing in' to a particular resource. Hackers adopted this term early, but many have stopped using it since it went completely mainstream around 1995. The passive, couch-potato connotations that go with TV channel surfing were never pleasant, and hearing non-hackers wax enthusiastic about "surfing the net" tends to make hackers feel a bit as though their home is being overrun by ignorami. posted by Shannon | 3:05 PM Wednesday, January 15, 2003 Caitie and I saw NARC the other day. If you haven't heard of this movie, that's because not much has been said. NARC was an indie film that was picked up by Paramount. Leading roles go to Jason Patric, who does a great job portraying Nick Tellis, an undercover narcotics agent investigating a murdered cops death, and Ray Liotta, playing the dead cops partner, Detective Henry Oak. Director Joe Carnahan depicted a rough ride the gritty Detroit crime scene alongside Tellis and Oak with beautiful, moody camera work. It's artsy cinematography, by no means revolutionary, was at times remenicent of the styles in Fight Club, Snatch, and Requiem for a Dream, though in much lower doses. Also somewhat nostalgic of the old 70's cop shows, NARC adds more emotion and realism to the idea through its strong acting and at times graphic scenes. After I saw it, I went straight online to the movie's official website looking for the script because there were a few funny lines I could not stop thinking about, and I wanted to get them right: "It's almost impossible you're this dumb..." -Detective Henry Oak [Ray Liotta] "You can act like a punk, you gonna get played like one... Now, listen very, very carefully... You don't have the chemistry, or the sense God gave goats, which means, you didn't do the coke... No doubt it's dead so... Who sold to you?" -Nick Tellis [Jason Patric] So, I shall end on this note and tell you all to see it. See it. posted by Shannon | 6:01 PM Tuesday, January 07, 2003 So school is back in full force...midyear examinations breathing down our necks...yada yada yada... But on another topic...I love to listen to people talk...yeah yeah, i know eaves dropping is supposed to be a horrible, horrible, rude thing, but it's like how the French like to people-watch...and I'm part French Canadian so maybe the Canadians do things differently... Anyway, excerpts from an amusing overheard dialogue at dinner tonight: "That's one of the problems in modern society, how people will double and tripple park, and park all over the firelane at the mall, just so they can be close to it, and then be willing to walk 5 miles back and forth in the mall..." "Yeah" "Society is filled with all those oxymorons..." "Man, band names are so weird, cause like, everything's already been used..." "Yeah, that's why you gotta come up with something good, like...there was blood on my underwear {histerical laughter} you know, something from everyday life..." "You know what strawberry shortcake reminds me of?" "What?" "Good lovin'" "Soggy and covered in strawberries?" posted by Shannon | 8:09 PM Saturday, January 04, 2003 All around me are familiar faces, worn out places Worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere Going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression No expression Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow No tomorrow And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world... Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday Happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should, sit and listen Sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me No one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson, look right through me Look right through me And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world... I'm large in your world... Mad world... [Mad World - Gary Jules] I just saw Donnie Darko this afternoon...it's one of those movies where, at the end, you're left staring blankly as the credits roll up, with a stupid look on your face. You're mind is thinking, what a great movie! And at the same time, it's trying to figure out, what the fuck was that?!?! But I love weird movies as I'm sure I've said a million times...the best short description I can give you is that it's sort of about the end of the world, sort of about time travel, and sort of about a paranoid schizophrenic and a fucking freaky imaginary bunny rabbit... I also watched Snatch for the fourth time today...and I now can translate most of the Pikey dialogue...and have half that soundtrack running through my head, too... posted by Shannon | 12:09 AM Friday, January 03, 2003 On another sad note, when my Dad's friend Terry came over the other day, since I haven't seen him in a while, being at school all the time, we get to talking about what's going on. His wife's mother is dying of cancer and he feels like this year will be the year of death, he tells me. Chilling, dark prophecy... Especially since my dad's uncle John and cousin Joey died right before Christmas. Also, my gramma's neice (and friend, and upstairs tennant), her friend [who shares my family's last name, but has no relation] died the week before Christmas, too. And a kid I know from school's neighbor was hit by an SUV and died, recently, also. So anyway, my gramma came over New Years Day, and after dinner and desert, she tells us, Squekie died. The little bartender at the Breen's Cafe where I used to hang out when I was little and living in Worcestor, died. He was the nicest guy, three young kids, too. He had terrible athsma and was on these strong steroids that ate away at his bones... I hope this is the only fulfillment of Terry's prophecy... I mean, sure, I know the world's overpopulated, and I know that half of humanity needs to go, but I'm still human and it's no fun when people die... posted by Shannon | 12:39 AM Ok, I, for one, am not a person who dreams very often. [Well, technically, they say you always dream, but you only sometimes remember them...] But I had one fucking weird night of dreams... My first dream starts movie-style, in third person. There's this scruffy brunette David Arquette-looking fellow [wow, my subconscious is original...] hugging some random blonde in the girls locker room at my school, in the corner where Caitie's locker is. Suddenly from behind her he pulls out a sword and stabs her through the arm. [Only it's not really a sword, it's like a traditional fencing sword but forte only, no foible, and the tip was fully sharpened (like a long, thin, silver shishkabob skewer...). Strangely enough, my school doesn't have a fencing team, although the storeroom has a few decorative swords and masks...Urban Legends style...] He then lets go of her and she steps back in shock and fear unable to react. He stabes her another few times and she falls to the floor dead. He then proceeds to attack the few left in the locker room. Suddenly, like a scene change, I see from an above shot, me, walking into the girls locker room, weilding a similar weapon, with either one person in black, or a few cohorts, behind me (I can't quite remember). Apparently I'm after this David Arquette-like fellow, and I'm being the big brave savior [deffinitely not a role for me...I'd run the hell away and let him kill everyone, the world is over populated anyway...]. So there's this Mia Hamm gatorade poster on the wall, and as I walk in I slice it Zoro-style, a big "MB" standing for "my babies." For some reason there were two little girls in the background information of this dream, but I don't really know what it was all about. It was like they were a shipment coming in. [And I hate children...] So anyway, I get in there, and there are no dead bodies or bloodstains anywhere, like nothing ever happened. And I'm in there alone except for Tara, a girl in my school, who's standing by Caitie's locker tying a shoe, foot up on the bench. Somehow I end up battling it out with Tara, who just happend to have another human-skewer. [This is strange enough seeing as I hardly know her and she's never been anything but nice to me...and I don't even know how to fence!] And I end up lying on one of the changing benches with her spear at my throat. Somehow I manage to smack it away with my forearm and stab her straight through the leg. Frustrated that it didn't go through the middle [I don't think I was thinking about where to stab or bones or anything at the time...], I stabbed at it again. I felt like if I didn't kill her first, she was deffinitely going to kill me. And I just kept stabbing at her, again, and again, and again. Then somehow I passed out from exhaustion, and I figured I had stabbed her to death. When I awoke, she was gone. Now I'm terrified because a) I don't know why she isn't dead b) i don't know where she is and c) I don't know why I'm not dead... With my weapon in hand, I creap around toward the sink area of the locker room and suddenly can hear her talking to someone like nothing happened, but I don't know who, and I don't know what about. I can see her in the huge reflection of the mirror sitting on the sink counter washing her bloody, punctured right shin with water and a soaked-pink paper towl. I panic and hurry back to where I was lying unconscious, and I see her sword lying in a pile of her stuff that I hadn't noticed before. I grab it and briskly, carefully, silently make my way to the door by the sink area that leads to the hallway by the athletic trainer. Once out there I hurry down the dark hallway and...my dream changes.... Now, I'm at a stange nondescript location with a bunch of people from my highschool. We go inside a big building with a glass front and a nice looking, empty interior, dimly lit yellow with little round recess lighting. The floor is polished wood, or linoleum. The ceiling's white. Everything else, black. I look to my right, and there's a small section with a sign designating it for for rollerblading, but it's far too small for that... I can't decide whether or not it was there before and I just didn't notice it, or if it really wasn't there at all. I look in front of me, and where I'm certain nothing was before, there's now a fully-seated bar, and to the left of that, the side of the building is glass and there's a hallway leading somewhere, when I look back over at the rollerskating area, there's now lines of people standing, waiting for their turn on the go-carts that have magically appeared...and aren't making any noise... I specifically remember seeing my friend Field in one of the go carts waiting to go, and I hear some strange voice from afar talking, "It's so strange, Ashley is standing all by herself..." I have a cousin named Ashley who's usually the life of a party, so maybe that's who the voice was refering to...but I don't remember seeing her there, nor any of my family. The place is now filled with strangers and a few random people I know. I turn back toward the hallway, curious to go down it, and there's a girl standing there who resembles Feild... I should mention that no one of the like have I ever met in my life... So anyway I remember she was talking to me, but I can't remember what she said. Then I was outside of the building by the front enterance, and I see a few girls from my junior high years that were a year older than me. A small group of friends that Jon knows [and wants to fuck, like Lily and Caytlyne, etc.], and I start walking in to go tell Jon they're here. He's already noticed and on his way out the door and makes some comment to me, but I can't remember what it was. Then I end up walking through the crowded room and down that hallway, and I open a door that looks like it leads to a closet, and suddenly end up in my basement at home near my dad's workbench...but it was cave-like... and the dream was over... The third and final dream was very strange... it was like I was in Manda's dorm room, but she had a three story loft, not a flat like in reality, and I was hanging out with her and Jess. Then Manda started acting crazy-funny-hyper as usual and decided to fall upsidedown off the third story, because she "knew she could." There's a crash and I'm terrified, almost certain she's landed on her neck and died...and I hurry to the banester she flung herself off of, look down, and see her lying motionless on the floor. But she then gets up laughing like nothing happened...and then I wake up... posted by Shannon | 12:16 AM Thursday, January 02, 2003 Happy New Year, one day late. 'Tis the season of change and resolution, and I have some entertainment for you...litterally... For some amusing New Year's resolutions, read Entertainment Weekly's suggestions for the music world and for itself. posted by Shannon | 2:13 PM |
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