Movie: Ira & Abby
Friday, 13. June 2008, 03:11:25
I can't quite decide what I think of this movie. It isn't crap.
Rotten Tomatoes has it at a 66%.
It isn't good enough that I can't watch it without multi tasking, though. After a while the neurotic-ness of the neurotic character gets trying, especially since he's really just a stereotype. The whole movie is kind of a stereotype, but a bit more subtle about it than most.
As long as I have a laptop and an internet connection, it's enjoyable enough, though.
I'm thinking of applying for a weekend preview thing at Harvard Divinity School. Worst case scenario I'm out a stamp and some time spent reflecting on my life's goals; best case scenario I get a free trip to Cambridge, Mass. Acceptable losses. That means I would need to start on that application, though, and get it done well before it's due in September. At some point in next semester, I have to edit a term paper and submit it for an award, preferably before Fall 2008 finals. Ok, that's not actually that much.
Mister Bones has a refugee look. He sits, extends his neck, hangs his head down, and pulls back his ears so that he looks thinner and you can see more of the whites of his eyes. Then he just looks at you. Sadly. Like a refugee. I should enter him in a talent contest.
I should probably start editing that essay sometime this week. By editing I don't mean editing, of course, but striking through random paragraphs for rewrite and then letting it sit for a month. Of course.
Mister Bones is looking at me. In my eyes.
Rotten Tomatoes has it at a 66%.
It isn't good enough that I can't watch it without multi tasking, though. After a while the neurotic-ness of the neurotic character gets trying, especially since he's really just a stereotype. The whole movie is kind of a stereotype, but a bit more subtle about it than most.
As long as I have a laptop and an internet connection, it's enjoyable enough, though.
I'm thinking of applying for a weekend preview thing at Harvard Divinity School. Worst case scenario I'm out a stamp and some time spent reflecting on my life's goals; best case scenario I get a free trip to Cambridge, Mass. Acceptable losses. That means I would need to start on that application, though, and get it done well before it's due in September. At some point in next semester, I have to edit a term paper and submit it for an award, preferably before Fall 2008 finals. Ok, that's not actually that much.
Mister Bones has a refugee look. He sits, extends his neck, hangs his head down, and pulls back his ears so that he looks thinner and you can see more of the whites of his eyes. Then he just looks at you. Sadly. Like a refugee. I should enter him in a talent contest.
I should probably start editing that essay sometime this week. By editing I don't mean editing, of course, but striking through random paragraphs for rewrite and then letting it sit for a month. Of course.
Mister Bones is looking at me. In my eyes.
