2003-04-23 - 11:23 a.m.
Looks like Ralph Nader night decide to run again. Get Tonya Harding on the phone--somebody needs a good whack across the kneecaps come mid-2004.
(OK, so that pop-culture reference is at least eight years out of date. Give me a break, it's early.)
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Usually my dreams aren't worth diaryizing, but last night I dreamt that I was at the Padres' new ballpark watching a game in a skybox full of objectivists. I was only there because the Whiny Liberal Skybox was too crowded, and the only person I actually knew was this little twit who wrote knee-jerk libertarian op-eds for my college newspaper and eventually went on to regurgitate the same material years later at the Wall Street Journal. Anyway, at some point in the dream I began to expound on all the reasons I never became a Randroid and ended up macking on some woman whose name I never caught but who looked an awful lot like Dr. Corday from ER.
The Padres lost the game, I think.
I have no idea what to make of this. Other than a hat, or a brooch, or a pterodactyl.
(Now that reference was even staler. But hey, I saw Airplane! this weekend, for the first time on a big screen in like 23 years, so in my world it's still fresh.)
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It was a high-intensity movie weekend for me. After that looooong train trip to Portland and back, all I wanted to do was chill out and sit in the dark. It being Easter, I had hopes of getting stoned and watching either Jesus Christ Superstar or The Greatest Story Ever Told, but the Wherehouse was rented out of both.
Other movies I watched this weekend:
* Rushmore. Meh. I have friends who cream their shorts every time someone mentions this movie, but I just. Didn't. Get it. Was I supposed to regard that main character as some kind of postmodern preppie rebel hero? Because all I wanted to do was reach through the screen and beat him to death with a shovel. Bill Murray did a nice, understated job, though.
* A Mighty Wind. Leave the autoharp at home--please--but go see this movie. You know that Tom Lehrer song about folk music? "Remember the war against Franco/That's the kind where each of us belongs/He may have won all the battles/But we had all the good songs." It doesn't appear in the movie, but there's a specific scene where if you've heard that song, you'll have it stuck in your head for the rest of the day. And without giving anything else away, I just have to say that Harry Shearer makes an even scarier woman than John Malkovich. I didn't think that was possible.
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