An Introspective Retrospective of a Prospective Genius

Who Needs A Subject?

Today was pretty slow, but not really in a bad way. My brother's girlfriend's in town for the weekend, which brings the distinct possibility that I'll get dragged to some sort of ridiculously lame movie. She won't see anything even remotely "scarey", so we usually go to some awful romantic comedy. Last time, we sat through the outstandingly bad Bewitched. At least Bewitched was short, unlike Mr. and Mrs. Smith... That movie just wouldn't stop! If a movie's going to be awful, I at least want it to be short. I'd love to see Land of the Dead one more time in the theater, but nobody else here shares my affinity toward the walking dead.

I can't help it, zombie movies intrigue me to no end. I like that zombie outbreaks bring out the both the best and worst in people; all pretenses fall away when one's goal is purely to survive. Another common theme in my favorite zombie movies, such as the recent Land of the Dead and 28 Days Later is that when society goes to Hell, no amount of money or social status matters in the grand scheme of things. As long as one has people for whom they care and vice versa, the world isn't completely fucked. It may seem simplistic, but I think that such a philosophy is fairly true. I'm admittedly socially bored quite often, so I understand that "stuff" doesn't necessarily make one happy. Anywho, my brother always says, "but the dumb thing about most zombie movies is that they never explain where the zombies came from". Obviously, Brian doesn't get the point: Zombie movies are scarey BECAUSE OF all the unknowns.

In other news, I've really been digging this song lately:

From the 22nd floor
Walking down the corridor
Looking out the picture window down
On Sycamore

While perspective lines converge
Rows of cars and buses merge
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst
Like little bombs
Or little pom-poms
Shaken by a careless hand
That drives them off
And leaves again

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

On the 22nd floor
Found a notice on my door
While outside, the sun is shining on
Those little bombs
Those little pom-poms

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel