Really bored, really tired. it’s one thirty in the morning. i don’t want to have another fucking CRAZY dream, and i don’t want to have to turn off my stereo in the middle of the night when the power flickers. Goddamn. I guess I should go to bed. Or at least read The Day Of Creation for a few hours. Oh, I’ve been continuing my perpetual quest for knowledge and I’ve been running into a lot of Philip K. Dick, Molly’s favorite author. He wrote the book that Blade Runner was based on! I now love Philip K. Dick, and am getting Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep as soon as physically possible. Well, off to bed.
From Mr. Cranky’s movie reviews (this review is a multiple laughter orgasm):
Little did bewildered “Matrix” fans realize that when the Architect began yapping like William Safire at a lexicographers conference about the puzzle of the Matrix in “The Matrix Reloaded” that his five-minute incomprehensible polysyllabic diatribe would form the entire infuriating basis for “The Matrix Revolutions.” This movie celebrates plot detail like a speed-addicted adjunct creative writing professor at Beavis Community College.
Neo (Keanu Reeves) is stuck in some ridiculous middle world between the Matrix and the real world. Morpheus (Laurence Fishburne) and Trinity (Carrie-Anne Moss) visit The Oracle (Mary Alice) and get some silly explanation about why she looks different. Meanwhile, the machines are digging their way to Zion to destroy the place and, presumably, put a stop to all the incessant dancing that goes on down there.
If it wasn’t already clear that Neo is the Wachowski brothers’ Christ figure, it becomes painfully so here. In fact, I heard the Lord’s name invoked many times during the course of this film as increasingly frustrated audience members begged aloud for some action.
The third installment of “The Lord of the Rings” could match this for disappointment only if Frodo stops mid-quest to perform an impromptu karaoke set to the greatest hits of ABBA. The “Revolutions” finale, wherein Zion is defended, looks like something I once saw at the local planetarium’s Pink Floyd laser show. The final battle between Neo and Smith is more anti-climactic than a Florida election.
“The Matrix Revolutions” is nothing more than a failed coup.
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I can’t even remember when the last time I blogged was–well I know the computer says it was Thursday, but Thursday seems aeons away from now. Talking to Taggart, he’s not telling me about his girlfriend. I guess I’m not special enough. Maybe I should mention that Kelly said something about it….hmm. He’s away–that pisses me off when people step away from their computer and don’t say be right back. Fuck. Motherfucker. Maybe he doesn’t like me. This whole situation depresses me. I watched movies and Daria tonight but I can’t remember what I watched except for some snippets from Daria and a few scenes of Resident Evil. Fuck the world. I’ve been so bored. I lose touch with reality in this place when school stops. I don’t go anywhere–I don’t do anything–it’s like hell, only with central heat, TV, and Internet. I wonder if they have central heat in hell. The power went off twice last night, I know because when it comes back on my stereo screams static and I have to turn it off with the remote. Taggart’s away message is “smoking kills, I’m dead” or something like that. I replied “we’re all dead–whether we know it or not.” He’s back, he thinks it’s funny. Rattled off a Manson quote–it’s not getting the conversation started. It’s dead. I’m dead. He’s dead. We’re all dead. I talked to Tawna for like three hours like a few days ago, it was fun. She has Invisible Monsters, Tara showed up after I left and gave it to her, I’m getting it back on Tuesday. OMG I had this dream last night that I was in this weird building like the Tyrell Corporation building in Blade Runner and we were doing this research on this deadly virus and it got out and infected us so the building took out our room and put it in this GIGANTIC pool of molten metal, but we escaped to spread the plague to everyone, it was spread by these microscopic little fleas that hovered over one’s body but you couldn’t see them. And Xavier from The Doom Generation was one of the people in the room. Freaking weird. I burned a CD about Taggart today cuz I was bored, and I set up my webcam on the computer in the living room. I put on this great makeup today, I saw this pic of it online on this piercing site. I took pics of me in it. But anyway, the Taggart CD’s contents are:
Angelfish - Suffocate Me
Love Spit Love - How Soon Is Now?
Nine Inch Nails - Closer
Garbage - My Lover’s Box
Marilyn Manson - Slutgarden
Garbage - #1 Crush
Orgy - You Spin Me Right Round
Garbage - You Look So Fine
Letters To Cleo - Dangerous Type
Marilyn Manson - User Friendly
Nine Inch Nails - Into The Void
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
Madonna - Justify My Love
Letters To Cleo - I’m A Fool
Marilyn Manson - Last Day On Earth
Nine Inch Nails - Physical
Placebo - Without You I’m Nothing
He still hasn’t told me about his girlfriend. I think I’m going to ask him next time we IM. We were talking about the norm: god and the meaning of life. I think that those philosophy papers will haunt me forever. He’s intelligent, which is cool. We recited the lyrics to Sweet Dreams to each other, it was cool. Talking to Kelly, we’re reading Mr. Cranky’s review of Finding Nemo–classic.
OH!!! I haven’t blogged since like Thursday! I GOT MY PERMIT FRIDAY!!!! So now my dad can teach me to drive. *wave of nausea*
OMG I just read the funniest review of Matrix Revolutions ever. It must be posted now.
