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but not exactly alive either. am in an... odd place. missing important things. watching the world rush by at a terrifying speed sometimes. it is trying hard to chew me up and make me a plucky little evolutionary fighter... or else. well, well. the trouble is, I do not want to go extinct at this particular moment '-) ~ my 2 discs of Iron Man, though, have been returned to me, so there was fun hunting down an episode I had always wanted to cap. had to go through most of the special features to find it, lost track of time a bit '-) the usual. ( so there. )~ this year has no fcking right to be worse than 2008, it just may not, the bastard. Tags: caps, rdj, tfs
mood:  cranky
sound: Carter Burwell - 10 - Call of the wild
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as it is [often] the case with RDJ, I watch a movie & am left with this one question: "Did I just... have my mind fucked with? [Again?]" what, yes? oh, no worries, man, any time. any time. just... ...right. mean, sure, you're welcome to tell seriously fucked up stories about storytelling, to me, in character[s], any time. secret window, it never sleeps shuts, you know, and all the manner of... things... pass between real and real. mean, I love good stories. I love things complete, perfect in a way. and I love means - books & films & whatnot - bringing the perfection across. [hell, take IM, for one!] but the guilty pleasure, the hardcore one, is something imperfect, flawed, lacking, trashy, for crying out loud... but it makes you think. not in the way something with a message is supposed to make you think, no. but it always, always has moments which connect, making you think of something of your own, maybe a fantasy you have, maybe a quirk bugging you, maybe a story of yours you've been trying to get right and now there's this little thing and you're suddenly go. maybe something entirely new and in no way related to the poor original sourse but for this dark subconscious undercurrent, happening. night flowers unfolding in your mind '-) okay, that might be a load of crap. it might. but that's why I keep this collection of odd films. 's like perfectly legal drugs #-) Tags: rdj
mood:  high
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gods, I feel 10 years younger and just as unwise as I was then, 10 years ago, blowing Uni stuff and good night's sleep for you-know-who '-) the only difference is, now I'm connected, intertextual instead of just textual, and much more aware... so's small screw-ups to guarantee a lifetime week worth of embarrassment are so much easier done! like it's not to be believed! and I'm basically OK & functioning, but time & again there's this "oh fuck! *headdesk*" moment, and, well. all good! [back then my English sucked, now it's common sense & social skillz, lack thereof. progress!] yeah, yes, aye, there is RL under all of it, with its own unique bouquet of concerns, but - fuck! *headdesk* see? right..... Tags: rdj, бред
mood: cranky
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well, not exactly, not quite, but damn close #-) am obviously not complaining here. oh, there was the spur of the moment adventure when I up & went to Jerusalem, on a cold winter night, to see Good [and the title is damn right] with me soulmate. (there is nothing like running through a city you do not know, like, at all, with the clock ticking and icy wind beating the crap out of you, aye #-) there was a lovely silver & amber pendant, and a vast & intimidating contraption of a bouquet... it was beautiful, it was fantastic, but my hand seriously ached from carrying it around till I found a taxi, and then it didn't fit into the car #-) [yes, you'd think it was Christmas Eve, but in fact it was my birthday, and yes, I fail at being feminine & graceful, epically so.] all that & a stash of my favourite Bacardi Breezer, but as presents go... ...yes. yes, please '-) ( funny thing you should say that... )so that's where I've been out to '-) Tags: rdj, tfs, videogasm
mood:  okay
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tonight I've been hit, brutally, with this: If we really gotta throw down, I’ll tear your eye sockets out and I’ll drag you up in the tree and we’ll do the whole fucking feline thing.shoot me, lend me a hand mental eraser, write something freaky & delicious out of it... hellp please. I am ridiculously easy, it's not even a "yes", it's "yes, please", right.Tags: rdj
mood:  weird
sound: it's all right to scream, I am screaming too...
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