a brief ode to Friday

Friday nights fly all too quickly. The time blurs by in a rush of music and drink and motion. Smiles, glances, contact. But it fades all too quickly, and the days and hours in between them are all too long, all too mundane. Even so, there is always another Friday, waiting to unfold.

Most of the mage group made it out to the club after the game (which is rushing to it's conclusion very nicely). Everyone seemed to have a good time, and it was good to see some people, and a surprise to see others. There was no drama, we can all act like adults.

On Troy

The short version:

Brad Pitt: "I'm the prettiest."
Eric Bana: "No, I'm the prettiest."
Orlando Bloom: "No, I'M the prettiest!"
Sean Bean: "I get to live!"
Diane Kruger: "Shouldn't I be the prettiest."
All: "SHUT IT, HELEN!"

I often seem to like a lot of films most people don't. It could be because I have not taste, or it could be because I have a lower expectation of films, and am easy to please. What's closest to the truth is that I can read between the lines, and answer my own questions about why things play out the way they do in films. Whatever. The point is, I enjoyed Troy. This is not to say that it was a great movie, or even a good one. Opinions vary widely on that. I can say what I liked about it, and that will be enough.

( spoilers )

Now that the dissertation is over

I will simply say that Ginger Snaps really rocked my world, and will soon be gracing a spot on my DVD shelf.

Awesomeness!

With kind thanks to Ames for exposing me to this, and to Cleolinda for writing it, I give you

Troy in fifteen minutes