Secret Santa presents that leave people so well thought out they realize I've been watching them the whole year.
I'd like to meet someone capable enough to keep up, but not so capable that I have to feel defensive. So, ninjas are fine, but cold-blooded government spies are out. On an addendum: Girls who have pictures of male models up - if not all over their walls - are just as viscerally disturbing as boys who have pictures of girl models up. Beer icons or underwear logo don't make a difference, all we get is the lovely feeling that attractation, emotion, the best vices, sex, sensuality, a good image, all of these things can be bought and sold like a seven dollar copy of Cosmoaxim. How can you worship something that isn't just false, but pandering to self-deception? whether the goal of attraction is something that if you believe it is sacred or not, it is still deeply personal, a very clean expression of "self." How can you allow a marketing budget to dictate what turns you on? The buying and selling of sexuality is the single biggest flaw in American society, which leaves me freaked out even more - since the competition is stiff. I have no opinion on girls with girl posters or boy with boy posters. Yet.
What's up today? Azure Ray, old TMBG (narrow your eyes, sink manhatten, She's an Angel), the postal service, magnetic fields, decemberists, coldplay, and some The Flaming Lips. You?
Pi, Donnie Darko, The Princess Bride, Three Amigos, Freeway One and Two, My Blue Heaven, Frailty, the Matrix, Starship Troopers, Seven Samurai, Six-String Samurai, Aladdin...these are all movies I've heard of.
I don't read, for fear that I'll start talking.