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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Decisions. Decisions.
Yesterday, when I finally broke down and drove over an hour to see Troy, I saw a killer *snerk* preview for Collateral, but I already know that The Village is going to be incredible, and bonus, it's already been out for a week. So, which shall I risk the Wrath of Teri for? Collateral or The Village?Oh, and fuck me, update at Shrift's place.Arg! *taps watch*
This is for me. I have to remember this in the event I find that I'm just overly emotional right now, but, so far as I know, this is simply the finest story I've ever read. Within my living memory anyway, and I don't even know the characters being written about, although I've done a bit of research and therefore know that the story counts as... what... fanfiction?
A microcosim of life that manages to touch on every single element of life, insofar as makes it worth living, and the knowledge one must endure to enjoy that life. Taken by the author's word, it was written on the fly. *Ally is amazed by this* Take into account that I'm STILL reading this and tears are STILL on my face as I do it. It may well turn out, upon a thorough re-read in a few weeks, that I'm simply an enormous SAP! This has happened before, yet not on such an epic level.
And this was my going to a movie time, that I carefully set aside for myself, that I didn't use because there is nothing worth risking being trampled by kids or sit in a dark, though massive, living room with a bunch of strangers who think they're with family and therefore are able to talk as much as they like and chew with their mouth open, even during the 'you're supposed to be absolutely rapt at this point and therefore unable even to breathe' moments of the film.
So instead I surfed a bit, toyed with reading this again; a bit, and finally thought, what the fuck, I can still go see Spiderman 2 again afterward. Except I can't, because this thing was so unexpectedly good and moving that I sat here for a couple hours, reading and rereading, and fashioning feedback for the author, and this post for myself, that now I won't get my Monday homework and assignments done until 2am. Fuck it all.
A Boots and Bruno Adventure! And, yes, I think the author is JUST as insane as all of this implies.
