kings (a poem)

thinking while I'm sleeping

i think they call it dreaming

kings just don't know and neither do I

kings don't think but I think of kings that just and don't

so just dont go too soon

WM: Stranger than Fiction

I really laughed, and Will was not always Will and I will say that this was a nice respite. 

Film

Oscar Wilde once wrote "Books are well written, or badly written. That is all."

While I do have a fervent fascination with Oscar Wilde, I am not completely sure if I agree with this. But no matter. If I were to make any art my business it would be the art of film. Not because I have any special ability in terms of film (I've only been in home videos) but because I have watched a good amount in the past year and I am good with recency.

Here is my quote (quote me on it). Films are well made, or badly made. That is all. 

If arguing occurs then it is well made. If a consensus is met, it is not.

Examples: find your own you lazy slumberbunnies.

As for my work in perpetuating this bold assertion, I will begin to review the movies that I see. I must admit however this was not wholly my idea, which is a dissapointment because I seldom have good ones that I act upon and it is quite unfortunate that the ones I do choose to act upon belong to someone other than me. I am suggestible I guess. That or given to grandiosity. No matter.

The reviews will be different each time. Some will be long, some will not. Some will be funny, others will be funny. But I will always give it a score of WM of BM. And I will always give a shout-out to my man Oscar who inspires us all.

When I am in Cincinnati this week, I will be waking up at 8 AM EST, which will feel like 5 AM to me, yippee.

Rattlesnake is overrated, and I still want an iPhone, Damnit.

Monsoons and Movie Tickets

This evening, I was baptized into the ardent church of aridity with my first dust-storm and monsoon rain. Other than a few petulant pieces of dust in the dear old Auge (I am preparing for a german test) it wasn't bad at all, and actually rather exhilarating. 

However, the dust storm itself was nothing compared to the benefits it reaped upon me and a few feminine compadres (unfortunately these lovely ladies were my mother, sister and histrionic sister-friend and not the cute arizona girls that elude me, yet). We went to see an o-k film, Kung Fu Panda, and whilst buying tickets, all of the electricity went out. We then had our money refunded and were on our way to the door when the power mockingly returned. After debate we used our refunded cash (and not the five free tickets we received) to buy tickets once more. We sat through Jack Black's usual vocal comedy, staccato humor and as we enjoyed the final credits, the power left the building once more. As we walked out of the auditorium the manager approached us and handed all of us four more free tickets for the inconvenience of not finishing the credits. 

Let us just say that lady luck liked us tonight.

Along with this fine story, I have come up with a theory that Arizona and its' seemingly incessant hot temperatures causes a strange phenomenon: everyone goes to the movies all the time. Ask any Phoenixian (residents of a year or more) what there is to do around here and they will all reply "The movie theaters are nice..." and then they will realize "Oh wow, we don't do anything here. Bummer." This is alright though, I like movies.

Also, I am given to grandiosity. Today I wanted to know all about money. Like...where did that even come from? idk.

I still haven't met anyone I don't like.

And to those who will one day read this blog, (because I mean, come on, the only reason anyone reads it now is to make me feel like I am interesting) I am working on pictures in posts, but it apparently costs money, and I have acquired a new frugality. At least until I find an alternative to Starbucks.

recurring theme

I am looking for a title that reflects recurring themes, and so I have temporarily chosen the partially creative title 'recurring theme.' 

Today's insight came while drinking Starbucks' very over priced Mint Mocha Chip Frappuchino (with free chocolate whipped creme).

There is nothing more annoying than a clogged straw.

amen.

V for Vendetta at 2 AM

Could it be that movies are better when your sanity is weaker? Some say that the longer you are awake, the less control you have over your body which can cause one to behave erratically or even fall asleep suddenly. 

As I am posting this at 2:15 am-ish in the morning, I am somewhat convinced that I am more capable of appreciating a good movie, and also more capable of empathizing with it as I am in some ways insane...strange, but I like it.

The Cathartic Qualities of Loud Music

Listening to loud music makes me feel better about most things. Whether I am angry, or sad or what ever, a sufficient dose of loud music will eventually make things better.

However, there is a bit of chance to this business, and the chance lies in the choice of songs to play in a loud manner. 

I am listening to loud music, but not the right song. However, I am working on fixing this problem.

I know I am sweating but where are the pit stains?

As I reflect on the 15 days that I have lived in Phoenix (specifically Chandler), Arizona there are 13 pervading themes, but I will only mention two for the sake of brevity. 

One. There has not been one day since I have lived here that the temperature has not been above 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and the high has been 109 degrees Fahrenheit on average for the past 15 days. Ironically, I don't sweat any more than I did in cooler temperatures (yes, i have the right to call the 80's cooler) in fact I might be so bold as to say I sweat less. Unless I sit and essentially force a garment to soak up my secretion all of the sweat evaporates leaving me fresh and sexy. 

The problem here however is that even though I am more consistently fresh and sexy here in AZ, I have yet to be engaged by any of the pretty phoenix females...I have been told that if I had my car with me this would be a different story, but no matter. I am living large here.

Two. There is no two, nor is there 11 other pervading themes on account of the heat being a lot more pervasive as I thought about it more.

The Story of the Change Burn

It is so hot here, that change (as in coins of monetary value) that was lying in a compartment thus hidden from direct sunlight within our family's van burnt my two of my fingers quite severely when I was attempting to pay for and In-N-Out Burger.

The Story of The Handle Burn

The second day I was here, I spent much of that day applying at restaurants for jobs (which has led to no avail, so if you know someone who has a job in Phoenix, AZ please let me know) and in doing so I opened a lot of doors between 2 and 4 in the afternoon when restaurants were least busy. After being burnt by the first two doors, I became so fearful of the following doors I opened that at one point I used my shirt to protect my hand from being burnt once more. Some establishments had gone so far as to tie a towel around their door handle to protect their customers. 

Orientation in T-Minus 9 days, 21 hours, 5 minutes and counting. Go Bearcats.