The snow's practically all gone now. That glorious, equalizing blanket of white reduced to haphazard piles of gray. You'd think the ground underneath, suffocated and frozen by the snow's relentless accumulation, would be more triumphant, more vibrant. But it's mush. Meek, mewling mush, sticking out like the most tantalizing sore thumbs; I just want to bend down and suck them into my personal oblivion. I remember walking to the bus loop, my footing still tentative (deathly afraid of suffering the gross ignominy of slipping on a patch of ice and possibly compromising a hipbone), the Mr. Roboto sounds of my printer still ringing in my ears (yet another night sacrificed at the altar of Paper), and the cold chill of the air railing against my face like a pack of rabid bunnies (with claws). The sky was lush with gray, pregnant and heavy with cloud. And my short-term intentions were gleefully dancing to the merry tune of the prospect of sushi with friends. Because snow and sushi are pretty much all I need in life. Well, that and cheap airfare. And, maybe limitless disposable income.
I've been trying to book my flight out of Vancouver, but the airlines just won't cooperate. I'm needing something along the lines of under-$100, but it's just not happening. Mm.. I haven't been out since... ok, last night. But that was with family, so it doesn't really count, does it? Took my brother out downtown last night, did a bit of shopping and had dinner at Guu. Food was fantastic, although the service was a little meh. Called up G a while ago, but was summarily rebuffed in favour of a night of bleeding all over textbooks and other pesky things involving "learning". Pffft, finals period. I should be getting my geek on, too, I guess. And I will soon, for sure. I've been oddly drawn to Varian for the past few days, but it doesn't last for very long.
So I read somewhere that they're planning a film-version of The Time Traveler's Wife. The book was devastating, and the idea of fleshing it out with tangible imagery and music makes me excited (but in a very sedate way). Sort of like when I found out they were doing a film-version of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Seriously. Although Alexis Bledel was a serious miscast, in my opinion. And so was the guy who played Kostos (is that even his name?). I can't even watch that movie anymore without my stomach churning (3 guesses why). And Rachel McAdams as Clare (supposedly)? Not a bad choice, I guess. The Notebook was the most shameful waste of time (referring to the book and the movie), but I really liked her in Hot Chick (go figure). Christian Bale would make a delicious Henry. Adrien Brody would be too conspicuous, almost contrived (too hot, too). Aaaah, Paul Bettany! Ok, what am I even writing about?
Best movie combinations, I maintain, are still ones that involve Wes Anderson, Mark Mothersbaugh, and maybe Owen Wilson.
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