a day spent hoping no one finds out i'm a fraud
The quote of the day:
If he had that kind of attitude at Salon, we'd put him in the stockade, right quick. It would probably be kinder just to shoot him, but torture and humiliation are always our preferred management style.
Running news:
A desperately needed day off. I guess my leg muscles are developing, and they're doing so in the most painful way possible.
I make a snide comment about wanting to off a tiny yapping dog who shills for a fast food joint, and I don't hear the end of it.
Okay, already: keep the fucking chihuahua, I don't care!
I bet you were expecting that I'd have a review of Saving Private Ryan today. I almost did. Darin and I had talked about going. At 1 or 2, though, I found myself thinking, Do I really want to go see this?
All the advance hype about the gore and violence has really made me queasy. I'm not big on war movies to begin with. I know I should go see it, it's a great movie, but the idea that there's a literally-must-see movie makes me want to rebel and not go.
So...no. No Saving Private Ryan review, at least not today. Watch this space.
I had a great conversation with my friend Allison last night. She called to wrap up a few details on a party she's throwing in August with a little bit of help from me, and we ended up talking for an hour. We talked about movies (I gave her a run down of what to see and what to avoid), music (she discussed the East Coast school of composing, which focuses more on melody, as opposed to the West Coast school, which is more avant-garde), and actors we do and don't like.
She was a mite curious about my Kevin Spacey obsession, about which she's read in these very pages. I had to tell her: I don't know. I don't know what's going on there. We also discussed my Anthony Hopkins fixation, about which she was much more understanding.
We also agreed that while we've enjoyed most of the movies he's been, neither of us cares for Nicolas Cage much. She thinks he's traded on being a Coppola; I said I don't think most people know he is. There's just something about him that I find off-putting -- I never think, Oh, let's watch a Nic Cage movie. Both Allison and I adore Raising Arizona so we're not going to kill him.
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Today was spent trying not to focus on my growing suspicion I'm never going to write anything good ever again. Heck, at this rate, I may never write again.
Don't talk to me -- you wouldn't enjoy it.
Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson
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