The Loss of 'Tudes

I'm not comfortable tossing out platitudes anymore. I don't believe them, so why would I write them to someone I care about?

I mean, sure, things may turn out to be for the best, but I can't say or write "This is the universe's way of saying..." or "You'll land on your feet." or "It's all for the best." or other things like that because I don't believe them. They may happen, and I can imagine them happening, I hope they happen, but I don't believe they will.

So, I spend my time feeling like a dick because I can't bring myself to write or a simple phrase that may lift a spirit. I feel like a dick because I can't think of anything else to say or write other than an often repeated phrase and I freeze.

Thank goodness so much of my "interaction" with the world is on the interblags which has a nice delay so no one knows that I freeze just because I can't be pleasant in a standard, ordinary way.

Blech.

A Bad Movie

I went and saw Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightening Thief the other day. (Thank goodness for $5 Tuesdays!)

The short: don't see this movie. It's not very good.

I know I'm biased since I enjoy the books, but it's really not good.

It's hard for me to write why I didn't like the movie without going into why I like the book so much. I guess, essentially, they took out most of the stuff that I really enjoyed about the book when they made the movie. They took away the mystery of the camp. They took away Percy's journey of self discovery. They took away his best ally and mixed her character with an antagonist. They made the pettiness of the gods less petty more and epic. They took away the oracle and its prophecies. They took away the gifts from parents. They didn't have blue cookies.

And what they did have wasn't very good. The special effects didn't look good. The creatures didn't look like they were in the world of the film. The camp was there, but it was more of a training ground than a camp/home for the kids. Medusa was boring. Hades's realm looked more like the Christian version of Hell rather than, you know, the misty world of the dead.

There's so much more. I don't want to think about it.

Just don't see the movie. Trust me.

As the Song Says

I hate the world in the springtime.
I hate when flowers are in bloom.
I hate the world in the springtime when it sunny,
Because the pollen causes pain that ain't so funny.

I hate springtime every moment,
Every moment that it's here.
I hate springtime, why, oh why do I hate springtime?
Because my headache's so severe.

(With apologies to Cole Porter and Frank Sinatra.)

Lack of Feeling

That's my parent's house from Google Street View.

I don't know how I feel about it.

What's This?

They've been speculating about it for a while, but in recent weeks I think the speculation has become much more serious, turning into possibility aiming for probability.

Friends may be moving from where they currently live to somewhere else. Somewhere not close to where they are now.

My first thought when I realized that they may be moving far away wasn't "Good for them." or "I'm going to miss them." or "I wonder what the job possibility is?" or anything like that.

No. My first thought was to wonder how I could turn it to my advantage and I started to crunch numbers in my head. And, I'm going to admit, the advantage and number crunching had nothing to do with the potential places they may move and the possibility of getting to visit a new location and see it with people I enjoy spending time with.

I won't go so far to actually write down the specifics of what I my thought was. I don't want to be thought of as more of a jerk than what just being selfish makes me, you know?

What's worse is that a large part of me would like for my selfish dream to come true. I don't think it will. I doubt it can. But still...