I was out on a date last night at Park Bar. At one point I excused myself to go to bathroom. On the way back, I noticed the Women’s Room also doubled as the Handicapped Bathroom. This struck me as passive aggressive sexism – I guess the Hillary Clinton campaign really did mean nothing to some people.
On a break from work, I was listening to snippets from the latest Andrew Bird album. I debated buying it; iTunes was selling it for $7.99. One thought immediately struck me “Do I want to buy this because I want it? Or do I want to buy it just so I can say I own another Andrew Bird album?”
On Sunday, I watched The Dark Crystal for the first time in at least 10 years. The first hour is still a lot of fun to watch, I don’t know why I couldn’t sit through the last 30 minutes.
I came up with a idea for a movie yesterday: an older brother finds out that his 16 year old sister is gay. She doesn’t know how to talk to girls and turns to him for advice. Soon enough, his good advice is alerted to the entire teenage lesbian community, and he becomes a teen lesbian dating expert. I think I may call it That’s What She Said.
I ran the movie idea by Rachel, my lesbian ex-girlfriend, in an imaginary conversation had with her today. She thought it was cute.
I got another screenplay idea a few weeks ago. I don’t feel comfortable sharing it here, except to say it was inspired by the song “Re: Stacks” by Bon Iver, and to a lesser extent, “Skinny Love” by Bon Iver.
Over the past three weeks, I’ve been thinking about the same three things: death, a relationship, and family. Death is something that scares me quite a bit, since the unknown scares the shit out of me. I’ve been thinking about a relationship because I’ve been overworked for the last month; and that means my professional and personal time are often spent alone (which I hate). As for kids, my neighbor’s six year old daughter – Caitlin – takes extreme delight in finding ways to annoy me when she comes home from school. As rambunctious as that child is, I like the fact that she chooses the right times to bother me. Currently, she enjoys calling me “Satin” because – she claims – it sounds like “Matt”.