Day 394: Three sheets to the wind

Technically it's the next day. So I'm calling it the next day.

Earlier this evening, Rowsdower called me and asked if I wanted to go to the winter ball with him. He wanted to hang out with Marty, and he needed a date. At first I was weirded out, but then I realized that he was being nice because I really, really wanted to go. I read some of "The Prestige" and then I fetched Seirra. Suddenly I regretted not going, and I called Kitty and Marty. By then the dance had already started, so no one answered.

I make it a policy to try to regret things I hav done, not things I haven't done.

I don't regret not going. We went to Off the Cuff at the Grind. It was great fun, even though the place was horribly overcrowded and hot and we ended up on the floor. Two words made tonight so worth it: Ian Durant. That's right. Seirra is with me - he's damned beautiful. He probably knows it too, but what the hell - he's damned fun to watch and look at. And he's a funny actor. If the girls were any indication with all their hooting tonight, Seirra and I were not the only sideways fangirls in there. Heh heh. Not to mention that the two girls before Rev and Ian totally set them up each time.

And I almost split my sides laughing. It was awesome. I need more laughter in my life. It's a great way to end the week.

Upon arriving back at the apartment, we discovered that Alison could not be present at the game, but it is BenTen's standard to keep a game going if only one player is absent. Then there was a horrible moment when we thought she had to go to work, so we drove her there, Seirra and I, and on the way back she called and said she was free, so we executed a beautifully illegal U-Turn and rescued her. Now we're listening to Flogging Molly and waiting for the boys to arrive so we can get our game on.

Earlier today, I ran into Jacob in the Sharwan Smith Center. He seemed very nervous about the whole dancing thing. I tried to teach him the basics of guy leading girl in ballroom. I can't say it went well. But my spontaneity surprised me. And then Ericka and I hung around in the apartment listening to Michael Buble and Manhattan Transfer and learning to swing and latin.

I think I saw Dom at the Grind. It was weird. I kept staring at this fellow who looked like Dom, only with short hair. He had the same mannerisms and expressions, and I could have sworn he stared back at me. And then he flipped his hood up. And then I went in search of Ian Durant. Hahaha.

Also met Del's friend, including The Chris of Legend. He wasn't quite what I expected. But he seemed sweet enough.

Tonight is going to be awesome. But I don't stay up so late as I have a job interview in St. George tomorrow. It shall be awesome.

I wish Del all the fun in the world this weekend.

Day 394: Turn Back Time

So...went down to St. George for the interview this morning.

Game was fun last night.

I got there half an hour early in deference to my own obsessive need to be on time, or obnoxiously early for things. I think I did all right in the interview. They mentioned maybe giving me only thirty hours a week, but I really would like to not go mind-numb with boredom. I was nervous and shaky coming out of the interview, though, so I decided to take myself to a movie. The Fountain, to be exact. Had no clue what it was about, but was curious, and well...I like Hugh Jackman. He's a good actor. I checked the movie times, took myself to lunch, hung out at home for bit, went to the movies.

Anyone else watch Neon Genesis Evangelion? It's like that. The End of Evangelion. I watched the movie, and I understood the sequence of events. It was a beautiful movie. I caught onto the repetition of images fairly quickly. It was a little bit slow. The music was lovely. But at the end, I had no idea what it was all for. It was like the End of Evangelion, where creation almost goes up in smoke, and it all ends on a dim beach, Shinji straddling Asuka, hands at her throat, arms trembling with tension, though from trying to strangle or from trying to not strangle her one cannot be sure, and all she can say to him is, "Pathetic. You're so pathetic." I understood the plot, I could explain the sequence of events. But my mind couldn't handle the lack of reason for it all. I mean, I'm sure there was a reason, and there was a meaning, but it was clearly beyond me. The Fountain seemed to be going for some eastern ethic. The stillness and slowness and repetition of images was reminiscent of Kurosawa's "Rashomon" for some reason. Go figure. But I drifted out of the theatre in a confused, possibly insane haze.

Once the film ended, the credits rolled innocently, as if they were just there and had nothing to do with the mindfuck of images shown previously.

It's like the song at the end of Evangelion, "Turn Back Time." It's a lovely, sweet, pop-style song. How it relates to the previous sequence of images is incomprehensible, and compounds the madness that descends.

It's like Louis Black said, don't think about it too much.

"If it weren't for that horse, I never would have gone to college."

Really, don't think about it too much.

I reckoned I ought to turn on the End of Evangelion and call it good for the day. Maybe I just need a nap. Either way, my brain is broken.

Thanks for tuning in.

Farfarello is laughing.