at 12.14 in the morning, strange thoughts come to your head, such as: KISS and insane clown posse both use ridiculous make-up, but one group sucks really bad and has ridiculous music while the other does not. in my head, that was some kind of cosmic statement that appearances are meaningless. putting that down just made it silly.
gah second blog post within 24 hours. you know what that means. that means i'm bored and trying to feel as if this means something. concretely, what has happened since that last post? well i re-watched 'stranger than fiction', which was oddly better on the second viewing. but i suppose that's in relation to a bad first viewing, which was on a plane. will ferrell managed to not be an irritating idiot for 2 hours and it worked out well. also, i suspect that the film's being set in chicago (rather, it is filmed in chicago - the film was intentionally vague about where the story is taking place) increased its poignancy, simply because it is much easier to relate to a protagonist who's riding what is clearly a CTA bus.
but then again, the movie made me fearful of being like its main character. not that i see myself stepping in front of a bus to save someone, but that i would someday be stuck in the kind of routine that is exaggerated in the movie's opening act. the truth about life is that fantastical things do not in fact happen to jolt us out of the rut. had the entire series of events not happened, will ferrell's harold crick would have persisted in his mode of living. hence, if i were to find myself in a similar position one day, can i only expect to be trapped forever? or should i take the film's conflict to be metaphorical for more common, but significant events?
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