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Saturday Slumping to a Slumber
Jan. 29th, 2005 10:56 pmI just watched The Day After Tomorrow. What a load of crap. I could have written a script that had less inconsistencies, cast actors that were less wooden, and whipped animators into creating more believable special effects. At least I didn't pay full price to go see it in the cinema. Still, this will teach me to never again watch something by the same creators of Independence Day.
I bought the first Magnetic Fields album today, "The Wayward Bus." It was a special edition that included their second album, "Distant Plastic Trees". I was lucky and didn't have to search the second-hand music shops for hours. I also tried to find some erotica novels as gifts for two birthday girls on Tuesday, but with little luck. Looks like most cheap erotica is actually written for men. If you want something a bit more upclass (i.e. for women) you have to dish the cash.
I walked for hours and hours downtown, hunting for the gifts mentioned above. I thought I might run into the goths who had gone for Sushi.... but I didn't. On the way home, we stopped by Tesco Express and bought some groceries. I baked a pizza and garlic bread, opened a bottle of white wine and also served some fresh salad for dinner. Now I'm hungry again.
When I'm inside a moving bus, and I go by Oxford Street, I try to imagine the separate lives of all the people on the sidewalk. It freaks me out a little bit when I boil everything down to their births, their routines, their clothes, their hair styles and shopping bags. The Apple store downtown is always packed with people. So are the Gap, FUCK, Selfridges and all the rest of them. All the shops look the same as well as all the people walking in and out of them. I feel the same as them and yet I don't want to be. But if I was different, then everyone would stare - wouldn't they? To be stared at or not, that is the question.
I bought the first Magnetic Fields album today, "The Wayward Bus." It was a special edition that included their second album, "Distant Plastic Trees". I was lucky and didn't have to search the second-hand music shops for hours. I also tried to find some erotica novels as gifts for two birthday girls on Tuesday, but with little luck. Looks like most cheap erotica is actually written for men. If you want something a bit more upclass (i.e. for women) you have to dish the cash.
I walked for hours and hours downtown, hunting for the gifts mentioned above. I thought I might run into the goths who had gone for Sushi.... but I didn't. On the way home, we stopped by Tesco Express and bought some groceries. I baked a pizza and garlic bread, opened a bottle of white wine and also served some fresh salad for dinner. Now I'm hungry again.
When I'm inside a moving bus, and I go by Oxford Street, I try to imagine the separate lives of all the people on the sidewalk. It freaks me out a little bit when I boil everything down to their births, their routines, their clothes, their hair styles and shopping bags. The Apple store downtown is always packed with people. So are the Gap, FUCK, Selfridges and all the rest of them. All the shops look the same as well as all the people walking in and out of them. I feel the same as them and yet I don't want to be. But if I was different, then everyone would stare - wouldn't they? To be stared at or not, that is the question.
