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Apr. 22nd, 2004 11:50 amthere were bad omens on the plane ride home!
some neglectful or ironic bridge operator left their copy of on a pale horse casually flopped on top of the bridge controls in the corridor to the plane. it bothered me so much, i reached over and gave it a push so it fell over, cover down and spine hidden, so no one else would have to read it. no death talk near the plane, please! thanks.
then we saw paycheck on the plane and there is that creepy everything-blowing-up scene. it makes me want to look at a map of new york and measure the meters. i've read the survivor stories. within 1500 or even 1000 meters people will survive but they will survive to tell stories of their own skin peeling off their bodies, like a shirt gone inside-out. blind mobs in the river. even if we know all about radiation i do not think that would stop people from drinking the rivers dry. last night on the iron chef they were talking about cote du rhone wines being best before 1985 [edit, that would be chernobyl, crazy brain, k thnx], avoiding those fallout grape harvests what what cheerio.
to do: remove that @$#%@$^!~ rufus wainwright song from my mp3 player. it is NOT treadmill music. it is NOT okay to cry on the treadmill randomly like that. it is not even good lullabye music! wtf was i thinking? fucking rufus. fucking donnie darko! perhaps it is my just punishment, for being so insane and going to the gym at 7am the day after travelling all day long and not getting enough sleep. rah.
some neglectful or ironic bridge operator left their copy of on a pale horse casually flopped on top of the bridge controls in the corridor to the plane. it bothered me so much, i reached over and gave it a push so it fell over, cover down and spine hidden, so no one else would have to read it. no death talk near the plane, please! thanks.
then we saw paycheck on the plane and there is that creepy everything-blowing-up scene. it makes me want to look at a map of new york and measure the meters. i've read the survivor stories. within 1500 or even 1000 meters people will survive but they will survive to tell stories of their own skin peeling off their bodies, like a shirt gone inside-out. blind mobs in the river. even if we know all about radiation i do not think that would stop people from drinking the rivers dry. last night on the iron chef they were talking about cote du rhone wines being best before 1985 [edit, that would be chernobyl, crazy brain, k thnx], avoiding those fallout grape harvests what what cheerio.
to do: remove that @$#%@$^!~ rufus wainwright song from my mp3 player. it is NOT treadmill music. it is NOT okay to cry on the treadmill randomly like that. it is not even good lullabye music! wtf was i thinking? fucking rufus. fucking donnie darko! perhaps it is my just punishment, for being so insane and going to the gym at 7am the day after travelling all day long and not getting enough sleep. rah.
