Without you, everything falls apart

[cyrano]

Last night I got to go see a preview for 28 Days Later which was a good film, and far more psychological horror and less splatterific than I was expecting. There was a moment with a car alarm, but for the most part the scares did not come from something appearing suddenly at the side of the screen or a particularly percussive moment from the strings on the soundtrack. And the company was lovely. The housemate, Blue Haired Angie, Ellie, Chatty, Ray (who I hadn't seen in quite some time), Misha (who I don't see often), and two fellows we evidently met through Yahoo personals. The lovely and wonderful Miss Ellie was kind enough to gift me with a ticket, and she even sat next to me so I wouldn't be too frightened.
Spent about four hours this morning finishing the organizing and sorting of four discs worth of DJ project. Near the end, it looked like my software had burped and destroyed about two weeks worth of work and I was prepared to despair or rage against the machine. But then I performed Windows Emergency Response #1 (which is, of course, Ctrl-Alt-Delete), and magically everything was restored to normal.
Then I went to work because I was too stupid to refuse to agree to it and then couldn't find anybody stupid enough to replace me. Felt sore and tired and bitchy (and I still have four days of work left this week) and on the way home I watched the moon and wished my brain were wired for a more practical and literal Lunacy. If my mood swings could be tied to the phases of the moon, not only would it be far more poetic and gothy and Romantic but I could predict when I wouldn't be worth a damn for anything and avoid big plans for those times.

Edit: When I arrived at work, Jenny (who I had not worked with for a couple of weeks) was just leaving. She saw me at the gate, squeaked, and ran over. "Chuck! I love your new haircut! You're a total hottie!"
So yeah, I think I'll keep this cut, if it makes asian girls fawn over me.

Comments

[drastic.livejournal.com]

...but for the most part the scares did not come from something appearing suddenly at the side of the screen or a particularly percussive moment from the strings on the soundtrack.

No springloaded cats? Is that even legal to make a horror movie without a springloaded cat?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it's not really a horror movie. It could be a 'foreign film'.
(No cats at all. Pigeons, rats, horses, sheep.... no cats.)

[tersa.livejournal.com]

And I am reminded that I am supposed to tell you, from melimus, that she hates you (which is okay, because I told her the reason you weren't going dancing with her is because you hated her), and you're supposed to go show how much you hate each other by being forced to go dancing together and display your angst at such an arrangement on the dance floor.

:)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

That reminds me. I should send her email. Thanks.