The lovely girlfriend decided to go to Miami for the weekend with a friend so I was left to own devices, which means things get ugly fast.
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Friday
4:30 - Girl in box office called my friend and I tall, laughed, and sold us two tickets to an early bird showing of A Single Man 4/5, afterwards we realized she probably assumed we were a couple taking in the Brokeback Mountain dethroner
6:30 - Ate at overrated burger joint
8:30 - Friend beat me in three straight games of Super Tecmo Bowl, overtime field goals be dashed
10:30 - Entered the tiny, smoke filled basement of a massive Victorian era house complete with local bands, sixteen year old girls, green army jackets, a guy straight out of This is England, and Daniel Johnston covers
1:30 - Sat by myself at a lame bar trying to look lonely, and got called Waldo by some chick, while peeps destroyed the dance floor bar, because basically I didn't trust the DJ
2:45 - As the cab pulls away I realize I've left my keys and phone in a friend's car and make a beyond feeble attempt at scaling the outside of my building, before running three blocks to hail a cab, all the while being astounded by the warmth of my henley/t-shirt/ no coat combination
3:15 - Ate all of Super Tecmo Bowl owner's food
Saturday
11:00 - Diner breakfast
12:00 - Watched Kubrick's second film Killer's Kiss 3/5; the best scene, a picturesque rooftop chase, is thoroughly neutered by YouTube's resolution, but I never let that stop an embed
4:00 - Watched Elevator to the Gallows 4/5, which wasn't perfect, though still far better and more complete than most Hitchcock films
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10:00 - Lounged by a fire with scotch and Scattergories to the bips of Contra, jj, Neon Indian, Free Energy, and this at continually mentioned friend's place.
On Repeat 1 (Major Lance - Um, Um, Um, Um, Um, Um)
I got owned by my three opponents, which proves the game is even more played out than I had previously thought and should be regulated to 90s family memories only.
2:30 - Watched Coconut Revolution 4/5 via Google videos, a decent documentary about an amazing group of blockaded Pacific islanders who manage to shutdown an enormous strip mine and push the hostile Papua New Guinea army and Rio Tinto's 1995 version of Blackwater out of their jungle, their progression from arrows to AKs, and ingenuity in running their trucks and generators off only coconut oil is just some of the coolest sticking it to the man I've seen, this documentary was a cold glass of water after the pounding I took from The Shock Doctrine
Sunday
11:00 - Ebayed hard for a backgammon briefcase, bamboo go board, Kingsway Florentine chess set, vintage Boy Scout handkerchief, and a used Burberry trench coat, to wear around the apartment and get out for Le Samourai and The Maltese Falcon viewings
9:30 - Walked to theater with movie partner from Friday to see Daybreakers 4/5, which is a four way cross between Dark City/Blade/The Matrix/28 Days later, I would say say it's at least better than the first of those, and I almost completely enjoyed its excellent plot, cast, costumes, and effects that were dampened only by a couple unfortunate scenes, some cheap scares, every line written for Willam Defoe, and someone, who God hopefully places in purgatory for a long long time, that continually shattered my suspension of disbelief with their loud cackling at the movie's unintentional humor
11:30 - I finally watched Jackie Brown 4/5, I love Quentin's dialogue and think he is a near genius, but am definitely more of an appreciator than lover of most of his films, he knows his tunes, and this was playing all Monday.
On Repeat 1 (Bobby Womack - Across 110th Street)
"Pimps trying to catch a woman that's weak"
"Pushers won't the junkie go clean"
"A woman trying to catch a trick on the street"
Monday
9:45 - Putzed around the apartment and internet
12:00 - Ate grinder
1:00 - Got key made and bought bolts
2:00 - More putzing to the sounds of my bro Burt Bacharach
10:00 - Girlfriend returns
I didn't hit the movie ten count I had hoped for, but at least things still got pretty gross.
