I am annoyed.

Yesterday, as I enjoyed being at my mother's house and not having to do anything except lie on the couch, my mother got drawn into some SyFy Channel movie about Robin Hood, a dragon, and angst. In an attempt to figure out what the fuck she was watching, I came across an online review that claimed the reviewer enjoyed it better than the movie version of "The Road." The reviewer claimed that it didn't try to be anything but what it was, and so was very entertained.

Curious, I clicked on his review of "The Road." Now, disclaimer: I like Cormac MacCarthy, a lot. I have read all of his books and I have studied Blood Meridian and No Country for Old Men. No Country for Old Men is one of my favorite books and I was really excited with the quality of the Coen brothers adaptation. I love movies and I don't always hate adaptations. In fact, I think adaptations are usually pretty good when done well.

When done well means, of course, that the story keeps its spirit while really taking advantage of another medium.

Anyway, back to my stupid internet vendetta--this guy's review of "The Road" was, essentially, that it was hopeless. He kept going on and on about how there was no hope and so there was no point to the movie and blah blah blah.

It's a hopeless story. It's supposed to be hopeless. Cormac McCarthy isn't writing feel good fiction--read Blood Meridian if you think that! That's a valid reason not to like the movie. There are plenty of movies and books that I just don't like while recognizing their worth. I don't like the movie Forrest Gump, but I would still call it a great movie. It's very well-done, well-acted, but I just don't care for it.

You cannot review something AS A POORLY-MADE MOVIE because your personal taste does not align with what it is. The reviewer in this case wrote that even though the movie ends in a semi-hopeful note, he thought it was wasted because the rest of the movie convinces you that it's false hope.

THAT. IS. A. SIGN. OF. A. WELL. MADE. MOVIE.

So I wrote a whole long comment explaining this to this random internet reviewer.

He deleted my comment.

Since I had spent an hour writing it, I reposted it.

He deleted it again.

Since I'm better qualified to review anything than that moron (MOVIES WITHOUT HOPE ARE NOT WORTH SEEING EVER), I'm starting a blog where I post the movie/book reviews that I write for myself anyway. And maybe one day I will get paid millions of dollars for them because I am so smart and not going to blather on about hope because that's just inane unless you're Obama.

So this morning I slept in (till nine) and then went to go get MIDWEEK BRUNCH with Vicksters. She's like "oh I know this place right near the med campus!" (about a mile from where I live and where her grad program meets). FAIL VICKSTERS IT WAS ABOUT THREE FEET AWAY FROM THE CITY LINE WITH DUNDALK. Which makes this the second time this week someone has tricked me into going out to Dundalk. And not even the nice part of Dundalk--it was the part of Dundalk redeemed only by the fact that Dundalk is a fun word to say. 

Anyway, my buffalo chicken salad was A++ and gigantic and I brought home leftovers but I can't find them anywhere. (?) Of course I'll lose anything if it isn't tied to my wrist. (Case in point: I couldn't find my keys this morning. They were under my pillow. I nearly left them at the library today too.) Then I ate frozen yogurt and worked on my lesson plan and then I went to school. By the way, my teacher guide was written by the teacher who is mentoring me, henceforth referred to as TV. No wonder he's so pro this book. TV also asked me if I wanted to go to this party that "some queen has in his house and it sucks." I was like no I'm shy around grownups and he was like 'I've seen you at bars you aren't shy' and I was like GROWNUPS ARE DIFFERENT.  I also bonded with my boss today over the Wire and how awesomesauce it is. My boss also offered me full use of his paper, which is nice, because you know how cigarettes play the role of currency in prison? That's paper in my school. 

The library on Cathedral Street is so nice but SO CONFUSING. 

My roommate Grace just got home from a month long trip to Texas. I really like Grace. I like her so much more than Aisha. I feel so much better now. 




I REALLY WISH I KNEW WHERE MY SALAD WAS GODDAMN. Teaching makes me hungry. WHO KNEW that when I had to see eight million doctors to figure out my appetite problemz and problemz with foodz ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS MAKE ME TEACH. I want my salad wah. If you know me, you know that I have such a weakness for buffalo wings. Really, it's unhealhy how much I love them. I want my salad. :(

I have a rattling, ripping cough. EW. Plz go away before I go to LA on Friday, thx.

I'm still here and figured I might as well check in with y'all. I've honestly been pretty busy lately. I don't really know what to say. Oops.

I haven't really spent much time on the internet lately. I'm not trying to neglect y'all, I'm just busy. But I'm in Baltimore, come visit!

I am a college graduate. I have a bachelor's degree and a diploma with my name on it and everything. I am also sunburnt on one side of my face.

I've become much more honest on this thing than I envisioned myself becoming. So I'm going to lock the majority of my entries from now on.

I'll probably be okay with being friends if I know where you come from. I like new friends, but I like knowing who is reading this stuff.