The Internets. Glorium.
Was just at Jason's journal (
http://www.jasonmraz.com/journal.html )...
Here I should remind all y'all that yes, I do refer to celebrities by their first names as if I know them. Fortunately for all parties, I am not a stalker or a weirdo. In fact it's been said I am quirky, but that sounds annoying. I don't think that person was paying attention. I don't want to be quirky. Unless Jason, Adrien, Jamie, Orly, and Clive find that attractive.
I digress.
So I was reading Jason's journal, and I started to wonder at the wonder of the internets (George Bush has informed us there is more than one internet, because he is *not* dumb, so stop saying that). For people who hate people, as most people claim they do, we spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to get closer to each other. And for all the impersonality of the internets, I certainly feel closer to Jason, which would never have been possible a mere 10 years ago.
Of course all that closeness can be depressing, as Jason isn't really close to *me*, is he. I'm making peace with the fact that I will probably be 60 and my only companions will be a dozen cats. Eh.
I like cats.
Well hello, who's this?
Should I be apologizing for being gone for so long?
Was it really that long?
I have been wondering if writing is at all a fruitful pasttime. I cannot say.
The thing is, no one ever remembers intention or feeling. People remember action.
Bush is inaugurated.
My cat is scratching me.
Alby marries Doppelganger.
Unless of course you're watching a film, or reading a story, or watching tv. But those things aren't real. You put them away. And you have your own thoughts. So?
It is true that Middle Eastern kids will love our music and our jeans and our celebrities and still manage to hate our government. So what is the value of that love?
It's irritating to go to sleep without a satisfactory answer, but one suspects the answer doesn't even matter. What I'm saying, is that I'll be back sooner rather than sometime other than that.
Does Peter Jackson know he's remaking King Kong?
As you may recall, my dear darling Adrien Brody is the star of the new King Kong, being directed by Peter Jackson of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
After his great success with the trilogy, PJ could have said, "Gee, I'd like to film myself sitting reading the phonebook" and any studio would have thrown money at him to do just that. I don't think anyone has actually realized yet that he's actually making King Kong. Does *he* realize he's doing King Kong?
Two words: Godzilla and Hulk.
Three saving graces:Adrien, Jamie Bell (dirty old woman, dirty old woman), and Jack Black (I would date him, the revelation of which is mystifying even to me). PJ has had the good sense to do a production diary online during filming, so I can be jealous that I didn't go into films as a career. Also, I can satisfy my voyeuristic tendencies and stare at Mssrs. Brody, Bell, and Black as much as I want. Which isn't a lot, because I'm normal. I'm not impatiently wanting their holiday break to be over so I can watch new diaries, either. :)
But still, the movie's about a gorilla.
It strikes me that I should have said a thing or two about the New Year, or Alby being engaged to the doppelganger, or something. But I don't want to. I'm slightly relieved at both items, though I cannot help but condescendingly frown at one of the two.
