Willow ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
so it's been over an hour and I am still just all... the hell?
What? About the Tree of Life? Malick doesn't make sense on TV. You have to see it in a theater. And even then it's not about making sense but it looks so amazing that you don't give a shit.
I wanted to see it, but I didn’t because I’m pretty sure it would be a trigger for me.
Wuh oh? I don't even know the plotline to be of help.
Brian's beemer has heated seats. He's kind enough to warn me he's warmed the seats ahead of time so I don't worry I've wet myself... I am still unnerved by them, but I get it more with leather seats. And days when it is 15 and even through my coat in my car, I get the full body shudders after sitting in the seat the mere sub 10 minutes to work.
But when he drove me to and from the clinic and I felt awful, I really loved them. When you're sick, a ride with heated seats is just divine. I think I threatened to sleep in his car.
I don't have to see it in a theater. it wasn't the size of the screen.
and clearly it was not about making linear sense or a plot sense. gorgeous yes. points, yes. evocative, yes. pretentious, yes.
but who was who and when and what I was seeing. It would help me more to be all loopy dopy music swelling image swirling, or a story, even a disjointed jumbled barely dialogued story. mush them together? I am just dizzy and wondering if my body is actually big enough to express the amount of WTF I am feeling.
I don't even know the plot line
HAHAHAHAHA
plotline, oh see, that's funny.
Tom. do not. like really. no.
Huh. Colin has a friend with a car that might fit my needs. I'm going to get him to work that angle. The list you sent me helped, Maria, and I think I'm going to chase down at least one of those cars tomorrow anyway.
You’re not getting another Jetta?
I just finished my taxes. I think I need a drink.
I understand why people kept trying to buy my Jetta off me. They're rare as shit on the market, the VR6s. I'd drive another one in a heartbeat, same year and all, and I haven't found one in the area.
Brian's beemer has heated seats. He's kind enough to warn me he's warmed the seats ahead of time so I don't worry I've wet myself...
That's totally what I thought the first time it happened to me!
I really don't have any interest in any of the Best Picture nominees, which kind of bums me out. Although my mother loved Hugo. They saw The Help, too -- I can't believe my parents totally beat me in Oscar movie viewing!