"... And what about zombies? You never hear from Zombies! That's the trouble with zombies, they're unreliable! I say if you're going to go for the angel bullshit you might as well go for the zombie package as well." George Carlin

20 October, 2008

My Center...

...is off center.

Comrade Snarky is in Princeton, NJ doing highly-skilled research scientist stuff and I am a bachelor until Wednesday. What am I doing with my alone time? I rented Regarding Henry, the movie that asserts that in order for a lawyer to be a decent person he must first be shot in the head.

I am not feeling good about what I do today. No reason. Just hate my cases/clients/career. Perhaps I should put Regarding Henry aside for the time being and watch something like Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer instead -- remind myself there are people who do more odious things than I do.

Or I could pull out Kenneth Branagh's Henry V. Yeah, I'll watch Henry V tonight. ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH, DEAR FRIENDS, ONCE MORE!

6 comments:

Mikey said...

Dangerous thoughts can always enter someone's head when left alone. You need some serious escapsim.

Nitsirk said...

I thought boys were supposed to rent "blow-em-up" flicks and porn when the wifey goes away. Buck up little camper, she'll be back soon and maybe bring you a nice souvenir from Jersey :)

Zom B. said...

I tried, Mikey. Tonight is reserved for the final cut of Blade Runner. Bleak, but a known good quantity.

Nitsirk - Yeah, blow-em-up and porn. Both stalwart entries in mantertainment. However, yesterday I was trying to get my geek on with some fantasy. Didn't exactly work out. As for souvenirs from the Garbage State, as long as it's not catching...

Slick said...

See, your problem is that the ol' ball and chain likes a lot of flicks you do. Mikey's right: escapism. When I found myself with a week off from family, I burned a hole in my brain with horror, gore, action, BBQ and beer. I will not cop to the porn.

Zom B. said...

Usually our overlapping taste isn't the problem. I have completely adequate access to horror, gore, action, BBQ, beer and porn when my lovely isn't out of town. It's when she leaves that I find myself inexplicably picking up sensitive guy flicks (Regarding Henry, Definitely Maybe) and children's cinema. Go figure.

Sandra said...

They say that when lawyers die, they bury them TWELVE feet deep, because deep down they're nice guys.