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is that him?
Yesterday during lunch i went out and bought me some ncaa 2003 for the gamecube. then after work i met katie and we saw a couple of apartments. one was a shithole, and the other wasn't too bad and has a keen ballroom, but katie thinks we can do better.
then i came home and played ncaa 2003. it's uhh good. new animations of cool shit between plays, cheerleaders, bc's mascot and fight song, and trophies and shit. plus there's some new commentary lines and such and the gamecube version looks better and seems to play faster than the old ps2 version. i've sadly only played one game, and it was a nail biting victory over notre dame, the fucks. a real rollercoaster ride. i love this game.
then i went to roggie's for steph's birthday dinner. what happened was oly katie and i had grown-up talk over a pitcher and dinner while the other people did god knows what. and then, because it was a monday and we said we wouldn't stay out long, katie and i went over to maryanne's with the crew and proceeded to drink there a bit until we realized that we had lost the battle. i stayed to the bitter end, stephanie was fall down drunk. i was not. i may have been closer had i not had one of the most sobering events of my recent memory. my freshman year roommate was at the table behind us, i was spotted. what followed pushed me well past my limits of the capacity i thought i had to pity and revile someone. he and his friends were not even remotely coherent. he was wearing horrible pink shorts and a disgusting shirt. he seemed mildly retarded. not drunk, not high, not on anything, just mildly retarded in the most pathetic way. it was sickening, and i'm sure i'm putting forth some kind of humor here, but i say this in all seriousness. it made me feel terrible to see anyone like this. ugh.
then i came home and got my 4 hours of sleep. wait, i may have done something entertaining before that. hmm, don't think so, nothing i can recall at least.
today wasn't bad, except i was achey as hell. and work sucked, guess i just had a bad case of the tuesdays or something.
after work i met with katie and we had some nightmare realtor experiences, one of them i keep forgetting as i think it was a weird dream. we had an appointment and we walk in, keep in mind that we had an appointment and told these nice greek/arab/whatever men what we were looking for, and they ran around scrambling for something to tell us about and could come up with nothing short of a cheap 3 bedroom they had. weird.
then katie had the brilliant idea to just drop in on other realtor's, which might not have been such a bad idea if the place we went into wasn't run by incomptent asian people. the dude didn't introduce himself or anything, just listened to what we wanted, we sat for 15 minutes reading cosmo and then he led us to his car and we drove around and saw one door that he spent 10 minutes trying to open (this is after we waited 10 minutes in his car as he ran to get the key he could've just driven to pick up) but eventually decided he either was too stupid to know how to work the door or the locks changed. then he drove us to some other place that he talked up and then we ended up driving past a horrible looking slum and then we went to the third place which was equally shitty and he didn't have the key. we hated our lives and wanted to die right then.
we went back to katie's had elio's made some calls, talked to some intelligent, coherent people and set up a couple of visits tomorrow and then went to see signs which lifted us out of our funk. the movie was crap, but it was fun as hell. i'm very confused, because i thought from the trailer and the acclaim that it'd be a smart, subtle, nail-biting piece of good film making. instead it was B movie schlock that took shyamalan's gift of subtle but intense thrills from the sixth sense and completely inverted them and made them purposely forced and fun.
i hate anyone that talks about this movie as a serious work. words like "brilliant," "genius," "subtle," "mysterious," "emotional" do not apply. the movie was subtle as a brick, dumb as a post, and contained (for the most part) almost no drama that didn't seem there just to try to (unsuccesfully) give importance to the piece. it was fun. damn fun. it was fun because there were scenes that seemed to bask in their ability to be so over-the-top drawn out and tense. it was all in fun, which is cool. i just wish i could read a review that could stop playing fanboy to shyamalan. he doesn't deserve it yet. sixth sense was brilliant, i thought unbreakable was great mainly for the geek factor, but i can see reason for lukewarm response. this guy hasn't proven shit to the world, and making a goof movie with a lot of knowingly cheap thrills shouldn't be taken so seriously.
while i'm spewing stuff out, let's talk about the remix a little. i've been doing a lot of remix listening in the past two days in the forms of the amanset updates ep and dntel's evan and chan remix ep (which i sadly do not own a nice real copy of). the dntel stuff is great, because each one save for the lali puna mix is a real good reimagining of the original track. I think the safety scissors mix with new vocals is my favorite, although the other two that aren't lali puna are also awesome. the amanset is a different beast. the her space holiday mix of know by heart and the whoever mix of we're computerizing... both stand well enough as songs, but as far as mixes, i can hardly see how either one was derived from the original. which seems wrong for a remix. but maybe that's just me. the her space holidy aaron and maria is great and the styrofoam postman mix is friggin brilliant. makes sense from a morr group i guess, very organic stuff but definitely all cut up style, kinda like fridge. it's just gorgeous, and makes me wonder what kind of goodness styrofoam could have done to evan and chan.
also, picked up the mirah cd today because for some reason "recommendations" was running through my head all day and i wanted to buy something. she's great. and has a very foreign name but sounds totally like a cute non accented chick.
ok, that's enough.