I have dragged you

into a lesson I had to learn.

You got to swim, not fuck,

to stay alive.

Don't tell me how my man fuck, bitch.

I taught him.

We ain't here to start a revolution,

we here to see the world stop turning.

Bound,

we pray to be made free.

Meaning,

after the fact.

All

and sundry.

The irrational

truth.

To tame the savageness of man

and make gentle the life of this world.

Circumstances are beyond human control,

but our conduct is in our own power.

We all have the same dreams,

we just sleep in different beds.

You can't call a baby stupid

for not knowing the alphabet.

Graves and memorial walls hold my family name.

Pills and bottles do the same.

A fear

of finishing.

Terrified the morning you woke up and realized that if and when you jump ship,

you either swim for shore or drown:
Don't let the fuckers drag you down.

Drop some timber.

The House Bunny - 5/10. I hope that Anna Faris someday makes a movie that is deserving of her. Yet another movie starring Kat Dennings.

We got a word for that kind of odd.

Inglourious Basterds - 7.5/10. Everybody needs a good editor. Some characters are expounded on. Some aren't. Just because. The two plotlines don't run together so much as step on each other's toes. A wild, harebrained movie. There's a certain logic and a certain lack of logic that runs through it. A lot of useless parts. For a wet dream of a film, it doesn't let us have the one person we want to see dead. But it's fun. He makes fun movies.

Is that true?

I don't know. I always liked the story, though.

Only good at brief encounters.

Before Sunset - 8.5/10. I regret how much I didn't like the first movie because of how much I liked this one. This is great. Wonderful. It is also a dated movie, but it's fine, because it's 9 years later, and it feels it. They've grown, become different versions of themselves. It's got a pacing to it that the other lacked, trying to weasel out true feelings over the course of an hour and a half. You feel the urgency of it. This lovely one night stand.

Feels good, man.

House of Wax - 3/10. Continues to be a great conceit. I'm only now realizing that the style of horror for the past ten years was to be 'One Tree Hill' for the long, desperate hour before someone finally dies. A lot of character development for people you don't really care about. Interestingly enough, or maybe probably not interesting at all, the two best bits of horror didn't involve anybody dying – the girl gets the tip of her finger cut off and the dude becomes a living wax doll, which is an awesome idea which could have been played longer than the minute of screentime it gets. That besides, all of the deaths were boring.

If you never do anything, you never become anyone.

An Education - 7/10. Peter Sarsgaard puts on a bad act, but because Carey Mulligan believes him, so do I. She really is wonderful and the two sides have valuable points to make, but it's shitty and simple for her final direction to be made so easily. There's hardly a choice in it. Everything gets tied up very quickly.

Spoken like a wild man.

The Hurt Locker - 7/10. The first hour is intense, mission after mission, hunkering down and running after, et al. It just never reveals itself. The guy's addicted to war. It never gets beyond that. It is at times a captivating movie, but it never carries you along with it. It is an action movie with a purpose that sucks which, in some ways, makes it worse than an action movie without purpose.

And when you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

Up In The Air - 7/10. The spirit of being clever without going so far as to be it, but ignore all that. The movie, as with Juno and the caveats that came with it, has a weird sort of heart. George Clooney is who he is, unabashedly, and he's surrounded by people who can't accept that, as if it's wrong to not want more. And when it comes time to give in to them, their criticisms, he gets what they wanted for him: some sort of burden. There's an interesting subject in that, in being convinced to be something you've already convinced yourself you're not, that faint, stamped down hope that becomes some cross to bear, and as such, it reminds me of 'Bringing Out The Dead,' which is a not-great movie that is full of hope and so much potential in it to be a good movie that I keep watching it in an attempt to be wrong.

Reitman's a capable director and he's got spirit as a writer, I just hope for his next movie he doesn't continue to try and make a suburban version of 'Fight Club,' which is already a suburban version of 'Fight Club.'

It's easy.

Don't be a pussy.

Never let schooling

interfere with your education.

People keep stealing

my language.

Inheriting

god.

Art

is whatever makes you proud to be human.

The greatest comeback

since love began.