I’m wrapping up my Ethan Hawke review. At least this portion of it. Today over chips & salsa I watched Reality Bites. According to the Netflix sleeve this is an irreverent romantic comedy featuring a small circle of friends suffering from post-collegiate blues must confront the hard truth about life, love, and the pursuit of gainful employment. Okay. Sure. Fine. However at the end of the film Winona’s character still doesn’t have a job, nor does Ethan Hawke’s. In fact they are moving? somewhere without a dime/prospects for the future.

Somehow when I was 15 I didn’t have a problem with this. Now at 26 a week till 27 I do. Perhaps it’s the irreverent bit netflix was trying to tell me. I’m not sure. I don’t think they came to terms with anything. The only thing that happened was that Winona lost her job and she decided to date her best friend. That’s it. Now the true dealing with reality can begin.

I suppose I’m also annoyed that they never really addressed any of the issues. They skirted around them. Like the divorce thing. Oh no Janeane Garofalo’s mother goes to the bathroom with the door open. Big fucking deal. That’s what families do. Her argument is that is a sign of not having passion left, at least that’s what I can extrapolate from it. I don’t know.

If the film was made today what issues would be brought up? AIDS? Steve Zahn character’s preference for having sex with other men? Marriage? Whether or not to accept Daddy’s BMW? Perhaps I’ve become to jaded for this film. Or perhaps it never addressed reality at all.

Got this picture of my cousin in the mail today. He broke his collarbone during the first game of the season so isn’t playing anymore this year. I just cracked up at his pose though.

Ever since St. Patrick’s Day my sleep schedule has been messed. That’s what I get for eating dinner at 11pm and going to bed around 5am. Yesterday as I was wandering (wondering?) around a store looking for craft supplies I kept walking into displays because I was so tired. Now this is at 6pm. I went home and puttered around for 15 mintues contemplating a nap….then I was totally awake–untill 1am. It is so strange.

I’m wondering what time the brain shutdown will hit today. Hopefully I’m back on a normal schedule and it won’t happen. We’ll see though.

No word from Chicken Little.

Tonight I’m staying home. Check it. I’m there now. My goal this evening is to clean house. It’s time to do laundry, I’d hit the bottom of the barrel for underwear (you know the ones that just don’t fit right). First I stopped off at some stores to get crafting supplies. I know, I’ve become suburban–I’m crafting. I plan on creating my own postcards this weekend, along with a full size replica of myself, and a duct tape backpack. Don’t worry I’ll document all of it. Now, it’s time to figure out why there is beer in my bedroom.

Just got home from dinner & a beer. Crazy tasty sushi at Jasmine’s with a couple of Asahi & then a after dinner Newcastle.

The talk tonight was about romance:
# love affair: a relationship between two lovers
# woo: make amorous advances towards; “John is courting Mary”
# romanticism: an exciting and mysterious quality (as of a heroic time or adventure)
# have a love affair with
# chat up: talk or behave amorously, without serious intentions; “The guys always try to chat up the new secretaries”; “My husband never flirts with other women”
# An intimate relationship between two people; a love affair.
# A strong obsession or attachment for something or someone.
# Love which is pure or beautiful.
# A mysterious, exciting, or fascinating quality.
# An embellished account of something; an idealized lie.

What exactly it is and example of it. This of course stemmed from last night when MF Chris said he wanted more romance. I spent all day consulting peers on what that means. Ultra Fitness Matt said, “going home in the middle of the day & hugging my wife.” Kaleb’s mom said it was a weekend away with lots of lovin. Delphos said, “well that’s rather intangible isn’t it?”

I also consulted the literature about it. Apparently the must read in the subject it this book. What have I learned in so far? That everyone’s idea is different and it is really annoying that the light bulb in my bathroom is burnt out.

I meant to come home. Perhaps vacuum. Clean Gretchen and go to bed early. Instead I ended up at Waterworks with MF Chris laughing at drunk Patrick and being told all about Brothers and their white party.

Whatever.

I will maintain that MF Chris’s wedding debacle when a little like this:

Hot Chick: Oooo Chris. You’re hot. Let’s do the horizontal mambo.

MF Chris: No. I am an upright citizen and do not dance.

Hot Chick: Please, please, please. I’ll pay you.

MF Chris: You, madam, may be intoxicated and as a gentleman I shall escort you home and nothing more.

Hot Chick: Are you sure you don’t want to do me in the ass? I like it in the ass.

MF Chris: Perhaps I should call the doctors it appears you are speaking in tongues.

Hot Chick: Fuck it. I should have just hooked up with the guy who was picking his butt.

Dad’s out of the hospital. He still has a partially collasped lung, but he’s much better.

I found Bad Boy Ben’s info.

The most awesomenest company. Who wouldn’t want to be part of the A-Team. (thanks to ultra-fitness Matt)

And my first birthday card & present. Which due to a problem with blogger will be posted later.

The drama continues

Seriously I keep trying to de-stress my life. It just isn’t working. My dad fell off a sawhorse last Tuesday. He hit a 4X4. He ended up breaking two ribs and puncturing a lung. I found this out on Friday when he finally went to the emergency room. So it was back to Savannah this weekend.

Of course I picked up Sarah Friday afternoon. She was in perfect condition. It was great. Then outside of Jesup I hit a opposum and it broke off a screen/vent on my bumper. Let me tell you if I hadn’t already killed it I would do so now. So vengence was already mine.

My dad is doing better now. He’ll get out of the hospital tomorrow and continue to heal. Quite frankly I don’t want to have to do that again. So anyway…that’s what’s going on. Any questions…give me a call.

Yes this is the actual local newspaper.