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So my mom's fiance left this evening to go back to New York. His trip's over, and now we start dealing with the fallout. Plentiful as it is.

This is not, I'm certain, what you want to hear from me. :P

But consider yourselves lucky that I'm even getting to it. My first intention was an entry reading something along the lines of "ohmygodohmyGOD, she kissed me! Squee!", which lacks a certain dignity, I'm sure you'll agree.

This weekend has been, quite frankly, vastly more enjoyable than I probably deserve. One only has to consider that the LAN party I went to tonight would ordinarily have been the highlight of my week, if not my month or year. I finally discovered the sheer joy of a large-scale, low-ping game of Battlefield 1942, with the trash talk flying, shouted warnings of snipers and oncoming tanks. Co-ordinated assaults falling to pieces with one skillful ambush. Frantic running, wheeling battles, well-balanced and usually in doubt. It was only as it was getting to about 11pm that people were even discussing playing anything else, and by then I was on my way out.

And yet, this wasn't even the highlight of my weekend, because Friday was...superlative.

Met Lindsay after lunch despite our plans actually having been for dinner. Having imagined we could pass the time enjoyably, we snacked and played a couple of games of chess and backgammon (both of which we apparently need some practice in, heh) before retreating to the lure of her apartment and her roommate's PS2. Liberty City was just as fun a rampaging ground as I'd always remembered, both playing and watching. Her roommates were in and out, sporadically, but often enough that I shudder to think of the friendly teasing she'll be getting at their hands.

Eventually we went down to City Centre for dinner and a movie. The food and service at L'Azia was pretty good, though neither of us ate too heavily...and, in retrospect, I'm very glad we went to a late show of Sin City and ate before it. The movie, while gritty, artistically brilliant, and occasionally even funny (though this is coming from the person who laughed maniacally during the mass fight scene in Kill Bill Volume 1, so take that with a grain of salt), is definitely not for the weak of stomach. Or for the prudish. It is, though, a very skillful translation of the noir comic genre to film.

It feels and looks like you're watching a very well-drawn comic, though the storyline can be a bit confusing (especially the end), and occasionally inconclusive. For those who've seen it, that might be an odd word to apply to the cavalcade of violent death, but think about it. You get the very real, and probably correct impression, that the city will still be the same corrupt hive of scum and villainy that it's always been. Sin City, as a movie, is IMO more an exercise in the use of its setting than a story in its own right. There is no beginning and no end...just a middle, a slice of life, and a small victory, as victories go. And no happy endings. None.

Regardless, a wonderful movie.

It does, also, make an unexpectedly good date movie. Though sudden outbursts of violence should really cease to be a surprise after the first hour or so, some of them are jarring enough to make anyone seek the comfort of a pair of arms around them. Not that we weren't used to as much by then, from her apartment, and the bus rides out and back, and the restaurant, and...basically, the great majority of the time we'd spent together that day. *laughs* It was...a great time, all around.

Where do we go from here? Fucked if I know for sure. I have my hopes.

But I hope we both enjoy the ride, wherever it leads.



( Walk among 9 shadows — Cast a shadow )
Apr. 17th, 2005 08:27 pm (UTC)
This ride leads to sin.

You know what I'm talking about.
Apr. 18th, 2005 03:48 am (UTC)
That sounds promising.
Apr. 18th, 2005 05:22 am (UTC)
Am I allowed to like the sound of that? :P

Apr. 23rd, 2005 07:24 pm (UTC)
I think you'd like the sound of it whether you were allowed to or not. ;)
Apr. 24th, 2005 02:38 am (UTC)
Well, yes. I freely admit this, even if my behaviour didn't make it obvious. :P

But you're still avoiding the question.

Apr. 26th, 2005 04:28 am (UTC)
As if you didn't know the answer by now. :p
Apr. 18th, 2005 06:35 am (UTC)
ahh, battlefield 1942. I lost my father to that game. Every once in awhile he'll rise from the computer, usually to eat, and then he's back to killing nazis. He's playing it right now, actually, I can hear the machine gun fire and shouting. "jump in jump in"

and I love that post-date-kiss-type feeling. "squeeeeeee" indeed! :*)

Apr. 18th, 2005 06:50 am (UTC)
Tell your father to get a decent pair of headphones?

Also - *further squeeing!*

Apr. 18th, 2005 05:00 pm (UTC)
I myself have never had that feeling. Anytime a boy's kissed me, it hasn't been just once, and has been quickly followed by much nudity.

I'm not sure what that says about me.
( Walk among 9 shadows — Cast a shadow )