Is there anyone who does not think that sigur ros are equal parts fucking delightful and brilliant? If so I probably don’t want to hear from you anyway because yes if there’s one thing I will say I’m snob about, it is music. And this is everything that music should be.
In the span of one half hour phone conversation, the guy Im dating and I (nb. Not ‘boyfriend and I’, as he’s a commitmentphobe so that title is a bit too much to handle) managed to discuss owning a bat as a pet, what being part of a ‘women who like to dress like men’ group would be like, a dream where my sister fed me raw chicken, and having either toothbrushes or chicken drumsticks instead of fingers and the resultant positives and negatives. Speaking of positives,if there are any that come with sleep deprivation, one is most definitely the ability to speak complete and utter gibberish freely. He however does not appreciate my new term of endearment (see title), so I need to find a taker for that one. Sleep schmeep.
Iron man… :)
on The Voice. Takes me back to the grade 4 dance where Solomon, my first boyfriend, and I slow danced and ignited our relationship. He would buy me tennis balls and pens as gifts. That was until he went on the school camp my parents forbid me to go to where him and my BFF at the time, Gemma, hit it off. After that our time together was effectively over. I’ll never forget sitting on the boulders near Palm Alley when I found out.
Aaah Solomon, it’s ok I forgive you. I’m not sure what I’d do with all those tennis balls these days anyway.
Dear Winter, I am now ready.
I should not be trusted with a bag of pistachios.
That’s how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it’s crowded, all the better
Because we know we’re gonna be up late
But if you’re worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That’s how it starts
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don’t wanna stagger home
Then it’s the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet
My favourite films have always been the ones centred on strong characters with solid dialogue, and this film does that brilliantly. Definitely the best film I’ve seen in the past year. There’s nothing extravagant that will keep you on the edge of your seat, no special effects, just a decent comedy drama with characters I really loved to watch. Paul Giamatti is incredibly likeable and having Jeffrey Tambor certainly also helps. Check it out.
Filled with the beautiful, the odd, the smelly, and lovely old men.
