beautiful, funny, sad & true

“Everything is more complicated than you think.  You only see a tenth of what is true.  There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose.  But maybe you won’t know for twenty years, and you’ll never ever trace it to its source, and you only get one chance to play it out.  Just try and figure out your own divorce.

“And they say there is no fate, but there is; it’s what you create.  Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second.  Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born.  But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone (or something) to make it all right, and it never comes.  Or it seems to, but doesn’t, really.

“And so you spend your time in vague regret, or vaguer hope, for something good to come along.  Something to make you feel connected; to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved. And the truth is, I’m so angry.  And the truth is, I’m so fucking sad.  And the truth is, I’ve been so fucking hurt for so fucking long, and for just as long have been pretending I’m OK.  Just to get along; just for – I don’t know why – maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to, or care about, mine.

“Well, fuck everybody.  Amen.”

Here’s the video of this scene.  It’s from the movie Synecdoche, New York.

I love this video.  The way she says, ‘BUT. . .he’s gay.’ just about made me fall out of my chair laughing the first time I watched it.  When she corrected herself, it just made me wonder where the heck that came from.   I can’t imagine how the other newscaster managed to keep his composure through that.  I would have absolutely lost it if my colleague said something that asinine and off the wall, especially in such an earnest, hilarious tone.

I find myself laughing even harder the more I think about it.

This just in:  geeks are better lovers, as are office workers and the unemployed.  But don’t take my word for it, read for yourself.   Being an unemployed geek and former office worker myself, the results of the survey practically listed me by name.

Get in line, ladies, the secret’s no secret anymore.

I saw the new Star Trek movie the other day, and totally loved it.  It had a story line that could clearly stand on its own, but still featured enough geek-out material and historical information for old-school (or just plain old!) fans of the original series.

I found myself thinking a couple of things during the movie, though.  They aren’t story spoilers at all, but if you haven’t seen it yet, and you absolutely don’t want to know anything about the movie before you do, then you may want to just skip ahead a couple of paragraphs.  Now then.  I thought that the orange creature from the ice planet didn’t look like it was the kind of creature that would survive in an environment like that.  No fur, no feet even, just spindly little insect legs and a safety-orange body (absolutely zero camouflage in white and gray surroundings) which was seemingly held together by anger alone.  Please.

Also (and this is not Star Trek’s fault, per se, I’ve noticed it in about a billion other movies), I’m tired of the cliché that good guys live and work in bright, pristinely clean buildings and spaceships, and bad guys ooze through space in ramshackle ships that resemble floating sewers on the inside, with steam and water seeping everywhere, and half-destroyed (or half-built, depending on your view of life) landings and walkways that constantly teeter the pedestrians along the edge of bottomless abysses, without so much as a handrail between them and certain death.  WTF?  Just once I would love to see a bad guy who didn’t instantly LOOK like the bad guy, and who didn’t live in a sewer with countless elevated walkways.  Please?  Thank you.

All that being said, the movie was really awesome, and you should totally go see it.  I may see it again once it makes its way into the second-run theaters.

Oh yeah. . .just for the record, the actress who plays Uhura is smokin’ hot.  I’m just saying.

I had two interesting conversations via text message yesterday that I thought would be funny and/or interesting enough to share with you.

MP (bass player friend): hey, lady. do you have Joel’s #? u better come to the show on May 17!
me (I’m a guy, by the way.): ‘Hey lady’? I suspect this message may have been meant for someone else. Just a hunch. :)
MP: nope, u lindsey. . .:) I need the sound guy’s #.
me: Yeah, but this is [my name], though. :) God bless ya for being persistent.
MP: hahaha. I am a dope.

And then the one late last night:

LJ: Yay insomnia.
me: Again? I’m up too, naturally. Watching anime.
LJ: I’m contemplating whether or not insanity leads to a heightened sense of living.
[I think this is too big and interesting a subject to discuss via text, so I call her. No answer.]
me: Tried to call you. Not answering?
LJ: [after long pause] Was in the bathroom. Going to bed. G’nite.
me: Okay. Talk to you soon!

Pfft. DisapPOINTed. I was looking forward to hearing about whether or not insanity leads to a heightened sense of living. Last night. Conversations like that are always best when they happen well after midnight.

Oh yeah. The anime I was watching was called Ghost Hound. I was going to post a link to a web site about it, but it has a bunch of story details, and since I’ve only seen three episodes (out of twenty two, I think it is), I didn’t want to spoil it for myself, so I stopped reading. I’ll have to write about some of the series I’ve found lately, and how I don’t like most anime, but that’ll be an entry for another day.