So, Deepest Sender has taken it's own pretty time getting set up, OMG. Seriously, it's on version 0.7.7 now and I had to go all the way down to version 0.6.5 (which I had before) to get something that would install and NOT crash mozilla.
I was going to explain about how my 30 hour trip to Charlotte North Carolina (omg!) was actually not that bad, except for the bit where we were in La Guardia Airport and it was gross and all the food had copious amounts of oil or mayonnaise and I wanted to cry, but whatever.
I am now at my aunt's house, upstairs in my OWN ROOM which is a guest room, with really fast internet and my VERY SEXY LAPTOP which I love even though it has only 3 USB slots and no PS2 slots and also DID NOT COME WITH THE WINDOWS XP INSTALLATION CD. I shall complain to IBM about that, because wtf, I payed for XP so I should get a copy.
On the bright side, my aunt and my uncle and my cousin Linus are very cool. Especially my cousin, who at eight years of age is the only pre-adolescent child in the world that I like, probably. He's wonderfully bizarre and charming and by turns incredibly somber and hysterically giggling. Seriously. His current obsession is with surge protectors and various extension cords (he knows more about how to plug my laptop in than I do). He also enjoys taking videos of his feet and photographing sockets.
He used to like vents, before, and he makes me feel vaguely tempted to eventually settle down and have a child in the hope that mine is as entertaining.
Um. I'm going to forget about the wimsical bit of this entry and get to the pop culture reviews.
Ok, I watched Inside Man
on the plane, which was the coolest
psychological thriller/bank robbery/criminal movie ever. Also, Clive Owen <3. Seriously. Which puts it in that category with Syriana
for cool drama like politicalesque thrilling things. I suspect Crash
would also be there, but I've yet to watch it alas.
Today, I discovered the randomly cool fact that apparently Chuch Palahnuik is gay
from Travis, which Wikipedia confirms. Which makes him even awesomeer for writing a book about sex addiction and choking on food and of course Fight Club
Speaking of gay writers, I finally read something by David Sedaris, i.e. Me Talk Pretty One Day.
It is quite possibly the funniest book ever. Easily the funniest non-fiction book I've ever read. Sedaris has a very healthy appreciation of how fucking absurd the world is, a wacky family and a past involving meth and performance art, so you know, you SHOULD READ IT RIGHT NOW.
Also, today I listened to NPR which made me giggle like none other. I mean, they play news and everything (btw, this Jonbenet shit? Get over yourself, America. It's not important) and eventully they include stuff about events of geopolitican significance...
But they're so lyrical! They speak as if they're writing a war novel and it's the radio so recorded voices sound fnny and ON TOP OF THAT they have to speak slowly so that people understand. And it's impossible to take it seriously when the construction of every other sentence makes me giggle.
Um. Right. 5 am. must sleep. bye.