Yep, nearly the same outfit as yesterday, but I'm running a semi-reality racket here, folks. And besides, I've improved. Everything thrifted, but the shoes are Miz Mooz.
This week is smacking me up with its busy-ness. Not least of which, I've contracted to write 4 papers for someone on varied classic movies and it's not as much of a cake walk as I imagined. Because I'm a flippant child of the present day, I find watching the classics to be arduous work. I'll never get my eyeful of great old, Hollywood costumes; nor will I ever tire of repeating lines back to the screen in a transcontinental accent. But the conversations themselves are pretty much un-followable. So... winding, and... innuendo-ed. My understanding of most scenes is pretty much suspended until someone gets slapped or chloroformed. He bad. She good. Me like hat.
So it came as a pleasure to me to overhear the following short conversation today between two, energetic young men:
Fred: I still haven't seen Where The Wild Things Are.
Harry: Eh, it's alright.
Fred: Do you think I would like it?
Harry: I dunno, are you a hipster?
Fred: Well, sure, I guess.
Harry: Then you would probably love it "times machine guns".
I nearly convulsed with laughter. It's so... ironic, expressive, timely! Love times machine guns. Well, classic movies may not be exactly my thing, but as long as I'm invested as I am in finishing this project of mine, I might just learn to like them...times tommy guns.