You are what you love, not what loves you.

Last night I watched Adaptation before going out to the club. I majored in writing in college, so a lot of the tricks of the film were familiar to me. Familiar in the way a student studies masterpieces of literature, as opposed to "oh I did something like that for my senior project. yawn." The film was very visceral, I found myself identifying a lot with characters, to the point where I almost turned off the movie. Some things cut too close to the bone. Then they force you to eat yourself. (Sorry, a little Deconstructionist reference). I was a little disappointed when the film ended with the "Hollywood" ending, but the alligator sequence made me laugh out loud, so I have to give them props for that. Sometimes, life is like a movie.

The club was an uneven time, though Shivar spun some great songs not commonly heard that summoned me to the floor. The club needs new hit songs, and I have to applaud all the DJ's who keep pushing new material on us. Two new CD's are on their way to me now, thanks to Fross and Shivar.

This post was going be an exercise talking about things without using the word I (the LJ equivalent of the voice over), but obviously that exercise has been postponed.