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Feb. 17th, 2006
hmmmm. I think only the right combination of Noz and George Clooney could get me to see Syriana again, i.e., one of them would have to be sitting next to me, explaining what that is supposed to mean, etc. I pretty much agree with Noz's assertions. A well-embroidered bit of meandering that seems vaguely topical but doesn't reach any conclusions.
Not as irksome as, say, having my college graduation budget hijacked by Jesse Jackson, piling into the chapel (where they deliberately didn't save seats for graduating seniors of insufficient color), just to hear him speak vacantly and then try to conclude at the end. Conversely, Syriana didn't insult my intelligence or make me regret my liberal leanings, but it DID make me think of my televised-by-CNN graduation.
Ok, that likely had more to do with reading the little checklist pamphlet about Oscar nominees and realizing that someone else in my graduating class directed The Squid and the Whale, which is now at a cheap enough theater that I'll consider it. (Maybe that movie instead,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crs? sorry to keep baiting and switching you like this.)
I'm thinking college for other reasons too. Current gossip is that Clooney is dating $famous-actress, the ex-wife of That Guy who shares the same name as my father, brother and assorted cousins and also graduated from my school a couple years before I arrived. (And if you've read this far, sorry, I'm still going to make you IMDb for it.) I hoped college would be a break from the shadow of my older relatives. I get there and still it's "Are you so-and-so's relative?" It took me a while to realize they meant someone to whom I'm not related. Then he married $famous-actress. People would find my domain and hope I could deliver her some fanmail. (I almost did try to contact him when he was friends with Billy Zane, during that brief crush-- which probably cost me IQ points, unlike my current crash course review of politics.) I didn't know they were divorced until Clooney ducked the gossip inquiry on Larry King.
Now I feel all unaccomplished compared to my, er, classmates. (Heh, 15th reunion coming up too. O Rapture.)
Not as irksome as, say, having my college graduation budget hijacked by Jesse Jackson, piling into the chapel (where they deliberately didn't save seats for graduating seniors of insufficient color), just to hear him speak vacantly and then try to conclude at the end. Conversely, Syriana didn't insult my intelligence or make me regret my liberal leanings, but it DID make me think of my televised-by-CNN graduation.
Ok, that likely had more to do with reading the little checklist pamphlet about Oscar nominees and realizing that someone else in my graduating class directed The Squid and the Whale, which is now at a cheap enough theater that I'll consider it. (Maybe that movie instead,
crs? sorry to keep baiting and switching you like this.)I'm thinking college for other reasons too. Current gossip is that Clooney is dating $famous-actress, the ex-wife of That Guy who shares the same name as my father, brother and assorted cousins and also graduated from my school a couple years before I arrived. (And if you've read this far, sorry, I'm still going to make you IMDb for it.) I hoped college would be a break from the shadow of my older relatives. I get there and still it's "Are you so-and-so's relative?" It took me a while to realize they meant someone to whom I'm not related. Then he married $famous-actress. People would find my domain and hope I could deliver her some fanmail. (I almost did try to contact him when he was friends with Billy Zane, during that brief crush-- which probably cost me IQ points, unlike my current crash course review of politics.) I didn't know they were divorced until Clooney ducked the gossip inquiry on Larry King.
Now I feel all unaccomplished compared to my, er, classmates. (Heh, 15th reunion coming up too. O Rapture.)
hmmmm. I think only the right combination of Noz and George Clooney could get me to see Syriana again, i.e., one of them would have to be sitting next to me, explaining what that is supposed to mean, etc. I pretty much agree with Noz's assertions. A well-embroidered bit of meandering that seems vaguely topical but doesn't reach any conclusions.
Not as irksome as, say, having my college graduation budget hijacked by Jesse Jackson, piling into the chapel (where they deliberately didn't save seats for graduating seniors of insufficient color), just to hear him speak vacantly and then try to conclude at the end. Conversely, Syriana didn't insult my intelligence or make me regret my liberal leanings, but it DID make me think of my televised-by-CNN graduation.
Ok, that likely had more to do with reading the little checklist pamphlet about Oscar nominees and realizing that someone else in my graduating class directed The Squid and the Whale, which is now at a cheap enough theater that I'll consider it. (Maybe that movie instead,crs? sorry to keep baiting and switching you like this.)
I'm thinking college for other reasons too. Current gossip is that Clooney is dating $famous-actress, the ex-wife of That Guy who shares the same name as my father, brother and assorted cousins and also graduated from my school a couple years before I arrived. (And if you've read this far, sorry, I'm still going to make you IMDb for it.) I hoped college would be a break from the shadow of my older relatives. I get there and still it's "Are you so-and-so's relative?" It took me a while to realize they meant someone to whom I'm not related. Then he married $famous-actress. People would find my domain and hope I could deliver her some fanmail. (I almost did try to contact him when he was friends with Billy Zane, during that brief crush-- which probably cost me IQ points, unlike my current crash course review of politics.) I didn't know they were divorced until Clooney ducked the gossip inquiry on Larry King.
Now I feel all unaccomplished compared to my, er, classmates. (Heh, 15th reunion coming up too. O Rapture.)
Not as irksome as, say, having my college graduation budget hijacked by Jesse Jackson, piling into the chapel (where they deliberately didn't save seats for graduating seniors of insufficient color), just to hear him speak vacantly and then try to conclude at the end. Conversely, Syriana didn't insult my intelligence or make me regret my liberal leanings, but it DID make me think of my televised-by-CNN graduation.
Ok, that likely had more to do with reading the little checklist pamphlet about Oscar nominees and realizing that someone else in my graduating class directed The Squid and the Whale, which is now at a cheap enough theater that I'll consider it. (Maybe that movie instead,
crs? sorry to keep baiting and switching you like this.)I'm thinking college for other reasons too. Current gossip is that Clooney is dating $famous-actress, the ex-wife of That Guy who shares the same name as my father, brother and assorted cousins and also graduated from my school a couple years before I arrived. (And if you've read this far, sorry, I'm still going to make you IMDb for it.) I hoped college would be a break from the shadow of my older relatives. I get there and still it's "Are you so-and-so's relative?" It took me a while to realize they meant someone to whom I'm not related. Then he married $famous-actress. People would find my domain and hope I could deliver her some fanmail. (I almost did try to contact him when he was friends with Billy Zane, during that brief crush-- which probably cost me IQ points, unlike my current crash course review of politics.) I didn't know they were divorced until Clooney ducked the gossip inquiry on Larry King.
Now I feel all unaccomplished compared to my, er, classmates. (Heh, 15th reunion coming up too. O Rapture.)