Mundanely Profound

Just in case anyone is in Chicago and would like to break into my apartment and steal my stuff, I'll be gone this weekend and travelling to lovely Dubuque Iowa for a wedding of one of my college friends. Good times. I even wrapped a wedding present for the first time myself. Not the easiest thing to do. I'll post a picture maybe. After my Mom gave me very confusing verbally-based advice over the phone on how to do it, she said in the end that it would be cute if my present appears to have been wrapped by myself... being a guy, and women revelling in being better that males in that sort of thing. Chicks have a little trouble controlling their irrational emotional outbursts though. Very fragile creatures worth only to objectify.

Ah, male superiority. I saw a rather obscure movie last night called In the Company of Men that addresses rampant destructive male chauvinism. For your information this movie was made in 1997, and contained the joke "I don't trust anything that bleeds for 10 days and doesn't die", two whole years before Mr. Head made that yarn in the South Park movie. So Trey Parker and Matt Stone aren't that original, or maybe that joke is older than time itself. I just thought by typing that joke out I'd make this post edgy. I mean, you don't know what will come next from me.

At work today, just as my mind was melting from working on this one assignment for 10 or so days straight, someone gave me a one day thing to research and it made the day go by really well. I think I would be good at multitasking if anyone gave me enough stuff to do. I had two huge papers to write in about 4 days and while it was miserable writing them, I alternated between working only on paper A and only on paper B, on the first/third and second/fourth days respectively. And it worked out, I got two As and one B grade wise. A. B. B. A. B. Confusing you? whatever.

Anyway, to my knowledge everyone at this Dubuque wedding that I know might be coming will be formally or informally coupled, which I truly hope doesn't make me uncomfortable. Looking at some photos of me a tad bit red-faced at the last wedding of a college friend I went to, I might have reached for the conveniently located centerpiece of a champagne bottle a little too much, so I will have to get up and do the Chicken Dance and Electric Slide as much as possible and avoid drowning my sorrows during the couples dance by going to the bathroom or something.

Or... now just maybe... see this is a Catholic wedding... and if a friend of a friend of a relative happens to show up... and she's Jewish and is just totally alienated by all the prevalent Christianity and she's lost looking for something familiar in this small city devoid of Jews... well it's not likely to happen but you can imagine can't you. And there's also a riverboat casino!

ANYWAY, this weekend isn't about me, it's about my friend Jennifer and the groom Tim (nice guy, not a college friend though) getting together, so happiness all around.

See you guys later. Have a nice holiday weekend!

The lyrics to Moody Blues "You Can Never Go Home" came to mind as sung words that have stood the test of time. Closer examination of many Moody Blues lyrics shortly after I got into them in high school revealed that all the songs were more than likely references to drug use. This song had some more universal themes, but a narrow intrepretation might consider that the Moodies expanded their lyrical themes from psychadelics to glorifying 60s free love. Anyway before I overanalyze please read and enjoy:

I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.
All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun.
When the journey we are making has begun,
Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart,
Every happy ending needs to have a start.
All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,
Weep no more for treasures you've been searching for in vain.
'Cos the truth is gently falling with the rain,
High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun,
Where the two that learned the secret are now one.
I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.


And of course, there's the Moody Blues guest spot on the Simpsons (paraphrase):

Cold-hearted Homer, ditching his wife...
While Ned [part unknown, help Chris!]
Poker chips of blue, yellow, and white.
But...
Can the poems, it's ass-whooping time!
I want fatty!

Sorry, ruined the mood there. Good song though.

Hey everybody! A new list of top 100 films of all time, this one from Time magainze, is right here. How many have you seen? Any suggestions? The list does a mixture of old and modern movies and a substantial amound are from the decades I've been alive, which is nice. Talk To Her is on there, which is currently in my top 10 of all time. Thanks to Netflix I can see most of these listed here.

Movies I've seen so far from Netflix: I Heart Hukabees (2nd time), Undertow, Saddest Music in the World, Young Adam, Dark City, Vera Drake (highly recommended), a few others.

I'm eager to watch more movies now, but there's only 24 hours in a day you know.

I'm on the phone with my Grandma right now. Don't get mad at me for writing this while I'm talking to her. This grandma talks for a real long time, and we've all learned how to remain engaged in conversation with her while doing other things. I'm not sure if I can type while doing this though. She said in high school she read long depressing Russian novels for enjoyment. Crime and Punishment is not leisurely reading for me.