voyage to mars
Sunday, July 28, 2002
  You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't. Make of that what you want.

Anyways. There are a lot of people out there who read this journal for reasons non-anarchic, and they were here first. So there.

It's the weekend, and I'm not working. In fact, it's late Saturday night, and I just watched a very obscure little horror movie called The Attic Expeditions. I'm not quite sure if I liked it or not. It was interesting. It was obviously low-budget, but there's nothing wrong with that; I appreciate effort and ambition. Ambition goes a long way, even when it leads to catastrophic failure. This movie wasn't a total failure, nor was it a success. I don't know what it was. At times, it was creepy. At other times, it was funny. And inbetween it felt like...a bad dream. It was one of those "is it real or is it not?" stories that I happen to love - case in point, Vanilla Sky, which I think is an incredibly underrated movie. So if you're a big horror fan, if you like Jeffrey Combs and/or Seth Green, and if you're bored, check it out. You might be disappointed, but don't say I didn't warn you. At least it's not typical Hollywood fare.

Here are two "interesting" facts about Hollywood movies:

Money. People in a Hollywood movie always carry with them enough cash to pay for any unexpected event that may occur - from petty cash to hundreds of dollars. Credit cards only appear in order to be declined. No one ever waits for change at restaurants - they put the money down, and leave.

Garden sprinklers. If a character in a Hollywood movie walks through a garden with automatic sprinklers, said sprinklers will always activate, drenching the character. If it's a couple, the couple will laugh and run through the rain of water. If it's a single person, that person will stand still looking sheepish or dejected. Sprinklers will never activate unless someone, somewhere, gets wet.

I'm sleepy. I hear sleep's a good cure for that. I'm going to try it. Wish me luck. 


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