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I wouldn't want Darren to be the only one who's quoting Stuart Davis in his journal.
He and Matthew and I saw The Matrix Reloaded last night. We groaned at the kissing-as-soon-as-all-others-are-out-of-the-elevator part and even more at what Darren and I called the rave (or "Ecstasy scene"). Matthew pointed out that it wasn't developing the plot ... but the gratuitous sex, and snogging, turned out to be less a problem than the silly ubiquitous violence. And since it was Matrix violence, there was no blood, little respect for things like gravity ... there were no real gains or losses most of the time, much less winners or losers. It wasn't fighting, it was dancing, and it got boring long before it was over.
Still, it was fun. It gave Matthew and Darren and I something to do ... and before that we'd eaten ice cream and played in the arcade (I beat Darren in air hockey, or he beat himself, and he and Matthew did some kind of skiing game) and made fun of Shopko.
The night before Matthew had told me he was going to tape "The West Wing" and so I thought I wouldn't need to--I'm an awfully lazy person--but then he forgot. Yesterday morning, my dad said he'd taped it for me--and I hadn't even asked, since I didn't think it'd be necessary. So Matthew came over that afternoon to watch it with me. Perhaps Matthew could be nonchalant about seeing it eventually in reruns, but I had been unhappy to miss it, for nothing, and was thus especially thrilled that I ended up getting the chance after all. (Despite my dismay that, as Matthew said, "Man! We have a fat President?" A fat, nasty President, it seemed to me.)
He even got the dubious privilige of eating dinner with my family, wherein my mom told us repeatedly that the food was bad, we ate it anyway, she accused me of not eating enough of "my favorite meal" even though it was something I'd never had before, and Matthew told my dad he was a spy because he didn't seem like one.
I think Ubiquitous Slime would be a cool name for a punk band.
He and Matthew and I saw The Matrix Reloaded last night. We groaned at the kissing-as-soon-as-all-others-are-out-of-the-elevator part and even more at what Darren and I called the rave (or "Ecstasy scene"). Matthew pointed out that it wasn't developing the plot ... but the gratuitous sex, and snogging, turned out to be less a problem than the silly ubiquitous violence. And since it was Matrix violence, there was no blood, little respect for things like gravity ... there were no real gains or losses most of the time, much less winners or losers. It wasn't fighting, it was dancing, and it got boring long before it was over.
Still, it was fun. It gave Matthew and Darren and I something to do ... and before that we'd eaten ice cream and played in the arcade (I beat Darren in air hockey, or he beat himself, and he and Matthew did some kind of skiing game) and made fun of Shopko.
The night before Matthew had told me he was going to tape "The West Wing" and so I thought I wouldn't need to--I'm an awfully lazy person--but then he forgot. Yesterday morning, my dad said he'd taped it for me--and I hadn't even asked, since I didn't think it'd be necessary. So Matthew came over that afternoon to watch it with me. Perhaps Matthew could be nonchalant about seeing it eventually in reruns, but I had been unhappy to miss it, for nothing, and was thus especially thrilled that I ended up getting the chance after all. (Despite my dismay that, as Matthew said, "Man! We have a fat President?" A fat, nasty President, it seemed to me.)
He even got the dubious privilige of eating dinner with my family, wherein my mom told us repeatedly that the food was bad, we ate it anyway, she accused me of not eating enough of "my favorite meal" even though it was something I'd never had before, and Matthew told my dad he was a spy because he didn't seem like one.
I think Ubiquitous Slime would be a cool name for a punk band.