last night was productive and counterproductive.

i couldn't find the book of ratings at either bookstore i ransacked, so i'll have to order it from amazon. i also arrived at the kitsch store only to learn that the double indemnity poster i almost bought over the weekend had been purchased. damn. and they only had one copy. double damn. but i did get that beatles '65 poster i wanted, so the trip wasn't a total loss. i also bought a small jade buddha from a kiosk that was hawking asian figurines and art. i've been meaning to do some reading on buddhism for over a year now, and reading tracy's journal has made me realize i need to make it a priority. i put the buddha on my nightstand as a constant reminder that i need to get my learn on.

i also had popeye's last night, so that was fun.

on the way back, mom suggested we stop at blockbuster so she could check out some barney video for her daycare kids. i rented fear dot com and 24 hour party people. since both are due back thursday afternoon and i needed a night where i didn't have to think about glen burnie, i decided to watch one of the movies instead of buckling down and finishing writing.

OK. fear dot com. what the hell? the editing is lousy, the continuity is non-existent, the dialogue is wooden, and the whole package just fails to make any kind of sense whatsoever on any kind of level whatsoever. i know, i know, you don't really expect high art from a movie about a cursed web site that kills people 48 hours after they view it. (at least, i think that's what the movie's about. it's awfully hard to say.) but come on. the ring was about a cursed video cassette that killed people, and it was damn unnerving and scary. this flick is just sloppy and incongruous and completely dopey, without even trace hints of suspense or logic or momentum or narrative creativity. on the other hand, it did contain the line, "we will provide a lesson that reducing relationships to an anonymous electronic impulse is a perversion," which made me chuckle. apparently, the movie was written by my old physics teacher.

i'm not a big fan of those online quizzes, and somebody shoot me if i become addicted to them and this journal turns into a big database for what survivor contestant or member of the x-men i am. but i couldn't resist this one. and the assessment is dead-on.

how did they know? creepy. well, creepier than fear dot com, anyways.