July 2nd, 2008

cap, captain miss america

Sexual Fantasies

I was walking home from visiting my friend Jo for dinner, which was lovely, when I saw a piece of crumpled paper on the ground outside the playground.

It had inky, scripty handwriting and looked like a letter, so I knelt down and squinted to read it.

It was from someone promising to fulfill someone's sexual fantasies. It actually used the term "sexual fantasies."

I almost picked it up and took it with me, but it was kind of filthy. Not in the sexual fantasy sense but in the covered with NYC street grime sense. Ew.

Embarrassing for the person who lost it Y/N?

What's the worst thing you've ever lost?
cap, captain miss america

Dear Friends' List,

I will ask you the same question I was asked when I entered my parents' apartment tonight:


"Suppose you have been in a relationship with the same person for about thirty years, and you sleep in the same bed most nights. What would you do, if, after all this time, one night, you wake up in the middle of the night to an intense pain in your arm, so painful that you yell, because your partner is biting you so hard they they are breaking skin? And then suppose when you yell, they wipe the drool off their chin, turn over, and go back to sleep?"

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I also saw two movies today: Get Smart and Hancock.

Get Smart was funnier than advertised, but otherwise, exactly what one would expect, I think. Steve Carrell was perfect for the part, and I was entertained by the completely implausible plot development they used to make Anne Hathaway age-appropriate as a romantic partner.

Hancock...was something completely different than I expected. I was expecting a lighthearted pseudo-action superhero movie with a big bad guy. From the trailers, the plot seems to be that someone is trying to kill him, and cover it up.

Not so. Not only are there clips in the trailer that are not actually from the movie and are clearly, clearly in the trailer to mislead audiences into not guessing the plot, the movie really delves deeper into Joseph Campbell-esque definitions of a superhero and the concept of superheroes as a re-invention of an age-old archetype, very American Gods-y in a manner of speaking. Jason Bateman plays the PR dude who makes it his mission to reinvent a drunkard as a superhero, to figure out what makes someone see a person as a hero, and there is a nifty bit that shows how very much appearance is what makes us see someone as a hero or just as an ordinary person. It toys with the premise of secret identities and what they mean. It deals with issues of alcoholism and abusive relationships. And it flirts with Plato in several not-so-subtle ways. I was impressed.