there are some pictures from last nite on my flickr (once you scroll through the waterworld ones) i am tired of doing all the work for you go there and look at them.

i just spent like 4 hours lying in bed watching the postman, and now i feel better about my life. watching a movie stretched out to be four hours long for commercial break purposes on new years day makes you feel like yeah i could be a mail carrier in a post-apocalyptic world, totally, i could even be that chick kevin costner knocks up, and as i lay there with crap on my teeth, coffeebreath and pasta peameal bacon breakfast/lunch fil creation medley in my belly i thought, fuck i have it lucky, why am i complaining when these people don’t even have microwaves and i even cried when the girl told kevin costner that he handed out hope like pieces of candy (that’s a good thing) (oh and i also cried when i flipped to the spice girls documentary thing and fil said why did you sigh and i said because and started crying cos i want to see the spice girls, turns out i can’t that ship has sailed).

where was i?

oh yeah i want to buy waterworld and if everything wasn’t closed today i would walk over to hmv with my 30 dollar gift certificate, buy it and then watch it tonite, i don’t care how many people enjoy railing against that film i think it is the most magnificent fucking piece of cinematographic (yes that’s a word i looked it up) (no i didn’t) masterpiece ever. period.

then i thought why do i like these movies so much this time of year, oh right that’s because i live in a part of the world where it is like antarctica several months out of the year and it is the only chance i get to experience crystal blue water and guys with gills on their feet.

anyway.

i like the postman only because it was on tv and tom petty is in it and i will think of more reasons later.

oh right, the postman is exactly like waterworld, except on land.

i am a genius.

‘in the mountains, there you feel free’

stay gold ponyboy,
riley