T.'s minute at the movies...

Party Monster was worth the rental fee simply for Seth Green. Particularly Seth Green in sequined mini dress and head band with lovely red curls. And as a green-haired troll with purple fake eyelashes.

The movie itself was also somewhat entertaining, although MacCauley Culkin was not nearly as convincing as Seth Green was at playing an 80's club kid with no particular sexual orientation. Who knew Mac could be too manly??

rules schmules

I think I may have broken some "rules" last night.

But who lives by those things anyways?

windblown thoughts

My thoughts chase each other in every direction. Whirling and loop-dy-loop-ing around themselves in no discernable pattern, like a paper bag blown in the wind.

I think of him (smiling) and the where and the when of which he reminds me.

I think of then. Often these thoughts also make me smile and then stop, puzzled at this nostalgia that seems so out of place.

I think of her and wonder how the distance can seem so great - as though she is caught in a great current and being carried out to sea. I feel small in her world now, as though the illusion created by this distance has translated into fact.

Funny. I thought the boat was bigger.

And as always, I think of you; wondering once again how something I expected with every fibre of my being could still surprise and disappoint me so tangibly.

And yet... overriding all of these thoughts is a strange contentment I can not explain or describe. As though I've finished a puzzle that had elluded me for some time. This umbrella of contentment somehow shields me from the blustering melancholy of some of my thought trains and so I simply puzzle over being lead in so many directions at once.

resonance

From now on when asked to justify my decision to move here - this is what I will say:

" I know this ain't no paradise, but it might mean home to me. And I'll give it up when I have given everything."

Christine Fellows ~ Blueprints ~ from the album The Last One Standing

Mini roadtrip afterglow

(this was originally titled "mini roadtrip hangover" because I'm strangely tired today but it seemed too negative to describe something I enjoyed so much)

Delightful!

It was quite unambitious as far as roadtrips go - no real destination except to pick up that and drop off those. But no real schedule either - and those are the best kind!

And so we drove, we four, in the red chariot with endless tunes of our choosing as our soundtrack to the day. We drove across prairie and into true farm country. We drove until we found water and trees and a lighthouse (in the prairie - who knew?!) We drove 'til we hit gravel and beyond (until finally it seemed best to turn around - we could see the gravel, in that way you can see prairie roads, going on forever into the distance without a crossroad. And besides - those hats and boots on the fenceposts were creepy)

A well-intentioned picnic in the cold wind and endless en route snacking provided our nourishment; and a brief rest on a red couch on a green hill re-energized our day. And we laughed. All the way we laughed and talked (and had lessons in graphic design) and there was running commentary on the scenery, the other drivers, music, CD art, porn ( though only briefly and at the very end)... my stomach hurt from the laughing.

And at the end, for the drive home in the dark, when somehow the exhaustion of sitting in a car all day did me in, there was a comfortable near quiet ( never total quiet with Newfoundlanders in the car) and a shoulder to lean on while I slipped in and out of sleep.