1. I killed my battery last night. Left the inverter on. It's supposed to have an automatic shut-off when the battery gets low, and it did shut off, but apparently not soon enough. I borrowed the "jump box" (which is apparently what they call the portable battery charger) from Wal-Mart's auto department, but maybe it didn't have enough juice either, because it didn't work. As such, I was able to utilize my AAA membership for the first, but certainly not the last - I'm sure - time. I waited about a half an hour, he jumped me (so to speak), told me my battery should be replaced soon, that my alternator was fine and so was my starter. He also told me that one of my headlights is out. Shit. Anyway, waiting for AAA is a lot more pleasant when you're waiting in the closest thing you have to a house.
2. I've decided to go to Florida. I know, I know... But it's getting cold even here. Below 40 is just too fucking cold for vanning. So I'm gonna drop down to the Everglades or somewhere around there. I'll have to wait out the cold there. If it's as awful as I fear it will be (I have an irrational yet highly convicted distaste for Florida - maybe it's Disney World), I'll have to revisit the issue. For now, though, I think it's the best move.
3. I watched a movie yesterday called Primer. I think I could watch that movie 100 times and still not understand it. Time travel has never seemed so complicated - which is probably good, because actual time travel would probably be extremely complicated. (I think maybe Back to the Future dumbed it down for us a little.) A few months ago I saw TimeCrimes, which was similarly complicated, but far more understandable. Not as good, though. Primer dealt with some relatively interesting subject matter - interpersonal relationships, ontology, moral and ethical responsibility... you get the idea. And these themes come through even without a solid grasp of the plot details. I looked it up online to try and find a simple explanation of the story, but it doesn't exist. There are some people out there who really dig this film and spend a lot of time trying to work it out, and even they have a lot of unanswered questions. I downloaded a couple of timeline charts that people have made. They make corporate organization charts look like a diagram of a square. I'm watching it again with these timelines in tow. If it kills me, I will understand this movie.
4. And in case you give a shit, writing is going slow, but I'm putting my efforts toward organization and focus, so I don't mind so much the lack of output. (That's only partly a lie.)
This post bored me. I don't give a shit about time travel movies, but I like your square analogy. That's funny.
ReplyDeleteTry not to get eaten by an alligator in the Everglades, and in that same line... wouldn't you be better off in Key West? I hear there are quite a lot of the gays there. Perhaps you can move past your maybe/maybe not/could be a joke but don't waste too much time trying to convince the other sister it's a joke because then Emily will post something weird and genuine sounding not two hours later and derail your entire argument infatuation with this girl "Emily"(I use quotation marks because it makes it sound as though I doubt her existence or more to the point, her supposed "name"... see, I did it again there...) and find yourself a more believable love interest. Eat THAT run on sentence, Mr. Faulkner.
Also, Natalie lives in Florida. I fully support a van siege of her gated condominium community. THAT would be a funny blog topic.
I had to read that comments seventeen times before I could follow your perfectly executed, marathon-level, run-on sentence. Have you and Jess been trying to figure out the Emily post? That makes me happy. No, it was definitely a joke. I thought it sounded over-the-top enough, but I guess I should have taken it a few steps further (farther?). Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure the keys only have gay MEN. Maybe I should do some research and figure out where the lesbians go. Good thinking. Prob'ly gonna skip Natalie's though... (Remember Danyelle's friend Paula? She lives in Florida, too. Apparently she runs some kind of RV dealership there - a family front, no doubt.)
ReplyDeleteOh, and sorry to bore you. Interpersonal hazard.