Well, don't quote me on it, but I don't think that I've truly learned the knack of posting on an even semi-regular basis. In fact, I think that I've found more joy in reading the random (and sometimes not-so-random) thoughts of my closest family and friends. Aw, hell...!! They're all family (even if only one is truly blood-related).
The last time I posted I sat and bitched about the ventilation of my house. Now, going on almost four months later, one day from Halloween and the trick-or-treaters meandering down the neighborhood streets, and it's still warm. It's been weeks since I've mowed the lawn, but the current weather hasn't helped much in that department. For a better part of a 10 days it's seemed to rain almost non-stop. Wet grass is a ever present bitch to cut, so I guess I'll have to wait until Wednesday.
Today was my first day off in five and even though the weather was nice enough to get out and cut the grass, I decided to vegetate in front of the tv for the better part of the day. I finally took the opportunity to watch Kill Bill in it's entirety from beginning to end and for the most part was I pleasantly surprised. I would have to admit, though, that Willis' overall review of the film is, for the most part, fairly accurate.
Tarantino's story-telling abilities have definitely matured over the past few years. (When I say "story-telling" I mean how he tells a story, not the story itself. The story of Kill Bill was rather simple. In fact, he could have delved much deeper into the relationship between the Bride and Bill much more than he did.) However, the overall formatting and theming of the film shifted it from a level that could have been brilliant to that which was just enjoyable. Willis' quote: "Don't get me wrong, the film... the story was great. The art direction just either needed fewer people involved or a more cohesive and unified direction." Besides, even with the brilliant action sequences, the first time I viewed the Volume 1 I felt the need to check my watch with a 35 minute non-stop hack-fest in a Japanese restaurant.
But my deep-seeded desire is just that much more evident now than it ever was before seeing both films together. Just imagine the kind of work that Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez could do together again but this time with a Western? One day my dream will come true.
Things that have been on my mind lately:
Who will win the extremely heated 2004 Presidential race...
I now hold a special place in my heart for the Boston Red Sox. As I told my friends earlier this month: The only way that Boston is going to get to the World Series is to go through the bowels of hell... or in other words, the Bronx. To do what they did, let alone to the Yankees of all ball clubs, is down right amazing. People might have thought that it would have stung too much when they swept Anaheim in three, but it didn't. I still have my 2002 WS to revisit whenever I want and I got to see it in my lifetime and share it with my dad. Boston has released their worse inner demon in 86 years: themselves. They've opened the door for Chicago. Now all they have to do is pass through it themselves. Good Luck!
The holiday season seems to come earlier and earlier every year. BB has been up my ass this entire month making sure that I'm already currently ready and prepared for the holiday season. Promotions start earlier every damn year and before you know it, well be celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas at the end of August by the year 2007.
I've have discovered two new bands that have dominated the CD player in my car over the past month:
Keane "Hopes and Fears"
Muse "Absolution"
Will I ever find that special someone again...
Will I ever learn from my past and stop repeating my mistakes...
I can't believe that I'm watching a show about a vampire with a soul and actually enjoying it. Damn you, Mel!
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Anyways, it's rather late, and even though we gain an hour tonight, I need as much sleep as I possibly can get. I've got a long day of processing and researching paperwork as well as preparing my store for holiday traffic. People crap entirely too much in public restrooms, if I don't say so myself. They're damn slobs, too... who picks apart and tears toilet paper to pass the time while sitting on the crapper??? Apparently my customers.
G'nite!
