already been said
caught a part of “The Village” tonight. that movie’s growing on me.
Ivy: when we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius: why can you not stop saying what is in yours? why must you lead, when I want to lead? if I want to dance I will ask you to dance. if I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. why? what good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? what good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? what gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? that is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. and yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
call me a romantic. I really like that film. I could give a fuck about the spooky twist ending. why, oh god, why did “Lady in the Water” have to suck? and why did I have to write a shitty review of it?
looks like Blogger doesn’t want to recognize the return key. oh well. anyway:
coolest mural in town, I think.
from my bedroom window. notice the motorized wheelchair in the background. didn’t think it was too often that I’d get a chance to get the drug-dealing ice cream man and a scrambler in one shot. I mean, come on, man.
the introspective shot of the day. look at them half-closed eyes! they’re makin’ for you.
out of the window of my truck at a stoplight.
the good doctor.
downtown. man, downtown’s rad here, in a dilapidated kind of way.
Is absolutely every wall in the town drawn upon?
Spencer
just about, man.