when people decide to have a conversation with each other during a movie it is not only annoying, but also rude.
however, when one person has a conversation with themself during a movie it is just plain weird.
and yet this was the situation i encountered this past weekend while seeing a showing of Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer. As throughout the entire movie, the woman in the row behind me and my brother continued to have a running stream of commentary (mostly semi-coherent, non-sequiturs) come out of her mouth. I have yet to decide whether this made the movie better or worse.
in other news, i am finally caught up to speed on battlestar galactica. this was accomplished in part due to yesterday’s season 3 marathon on the sci-fi channel. that’s right, yesterday i did absolutely nothing but watch 10 glorious hours of battlestar galactica (well, not quite 10, because i got to fast forward through commercials — thanks tivo).
needless to say, that this is a lot of tv watching for one day, even for me. but, i didn’t stop there. i also took a break at one point to watch the knicks game, and then later in the evening after my brother got back from class, the evening was capped by the final two hours of the season premiere of 24.
by that point in the evening my eyes hurt and my brain kinda felt like cottage cheese, but as jack bauer will tell you, sometimes sacrifices have to be made (he kills and tortures people indiscriminately, i watch 2 more hours of tv - same difference).
anyways, in light of my recent binge, i feel the need to be more productive than usual in the next couple of days, and so for now…
i’m ghost.
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