Maybe it's the spooks, the extra indoor time. In 2022 I watched 38 films in October!
That's more movies than days in the month! Wish I could keep that up all
year. Hopefully this persuades me to give my much ignored film blog
some attention. After all I started all this blogging stuff from that, I
wanted to write about the films I watched.
Even when I was little I never really dreamed of New York. But for some reason after watching Mottola's Daytrippers (1996) I have been drawn to this sense of autumnal Americana ever since. The bald fuck basically has no other good movies, how did that happen? Anyway, I'm trying to find what I can to fill that gap I have in my life. I'm sure nostalgia for late-2000s China will take over soon enough...
On Monday I was gearing up for Inktober to start. I usually cheat and start to draw stuff a little sooner but this time I was a good by-the-books artists and started on the 1st of the month. Generally feeling a lot of doubt about my art. Like, I'm gonna be 26 soon and I SUCK. I am so bad. Technicalities, ideas, presentation...all of it. Man, there are literal children out there better than me. In these kind of moments I just need to move on and create anyway. First and foremost, it's for me. I'm the first judge. Everyone else is after.
Re-watched The Trotsky (2010) starring Jay Baruchel. Misunderstood film. It's not making fun of revolutionaries, its not glorifying them. It's just a testament that those that bring true radical, from the depths change are probably a little insane. At least, by the classical definition. You don't see the prim and proper, well-to-do comfortable folk who are apparently sane turn the world upside down. It's never happened and we're supposed to think they are the sane ones.
Got sick, more movies. I'm a machine! I do feel bad for being kind of like a glutton for media, all I do is take, take, and take. I thought a lot about it, how it's not really that great to exist simply to consume. Everyone is out there making something, any simple service job, any craft for sale or not, every interaction that may seem meaningless but maybe isn't, its a product of the person. Even the critic (my least favourite person-type, ironically) makes. Do I? It doesn't feel like it. I think I've just been unemployed too long. Good thing is I can start looking soon.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Home for the Holidays was disappointing. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
So, I watched Three Billboards yadda yadda... (2017) finally. Tonally fucked movie. Can't take none of it seriously. It falls flat as hell. But I do have to confess that I have like... a crush? Is it just enjoyment? Who knows, this usually doesn't occur for me with guys (especially who I don't actually know!). I'm not big on celebrity crushes, because you can't really know them... But have you seen Rose McGowan on a motorbike in that one film? Life changing. And Brittany Murphy in anything. And Gabrielle Union in Bring It On. Anyway, whatever emotion it is that falls between crush/respect/appreciation/awe is usually reserved for ladies.
But I have a crush on Sam Rockwell now I guess. To be honest though he was good in Three Billboards, the movie kind of still sucked. But I liked him in Moon, in Lawn Dogs, in Jojo Rabbit. He's good. Anyway I was just reminded of that and now I need more films stat. It's kind of sickening but I often get this repulsive need to totally devour the filmography, or the books, or whatever else of a person who feels a little special. This nonsense really belongs on the film blog. And I need to stop talking to the TV.
Called V, miss her so much. She seems to be doing well, even socializing. I used to be the talking one, talking to her, talking for her to other people. But I think she won't ever need me like that anymore, she's totally unshakeable now. I'm glad.
So, I started this pixel clique awhile ago about CDs, Finally decided to re-design it's look to be Napster 2.0. I have a history with obtaining digital goods... in a backdoor kind of way. Maybe it's a non-Western childhood thing but ever since I was ten and my cousin showed me how to get a PSP game onto a SD card from a website, it's been an easy flow through the ocean that is the internet. I have yet to stop sailing. So, the Napster thing is an ode to that.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Wake up, babe. It's 2001. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
On Saturday we decided to go for a picnic by the river in our town. It was great. Had a good time thrifting before that too. We need to just get some stuff for Halloween next week. Lab coats. For what? Surprise, later. Promise.
We took that cats with us, they came in their little harnesses. They were very good but kind of freaked out. Still, since they are indoors (and will be always, I read enough about the outdoor hazards) I want to be taking them out on leashes some more so they are used to them.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Simona and Yoshi set foot on new ground. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Yoshi was a little nervous. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ To my surprise, Simona was more active and curious. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
Got a great message from fellow blogger Krish to whom I will be replying soon.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Totally glowing! ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Her favourite blanket. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
That's that. It feels like the blogs have gotten much more pessimistic, but it's not really that. I guess I just decided to stop romanticizing and live with what is. Maybe it's worse, its probably not as fun to read. But I just don't want to lie. This has been a great outlet so I am sorry for the collateral for those that read this and take a hit to their mood. That's on me, bud, I'm sorry.
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