Masochist? Maybe

There is a storm. A spinning twister of anguish, freezing acidic rain of tears, bolts of anger striking, followed by overwhelming claps of sorrow. Well not exactly. I just thought that was a good metaphor.

I went out to the South Ferry today to see the Statue of Liberty.  Oversleeping like I have grown accustomed to on weekends, I was unable to get to the ferry in time to see both the Statue and Ellis Island. Oh well, c'est la vie. I plan to go back and see the island, but I'm not to sure how much I want to.

On the ferry over I saw the statue. In my mind the sun was rising and glinting off the torch. The short ride stretched and multiplied from minutes to weeks. It was already cramped on the deck, with winds biting and the boat tipping as everyone gathered on one side. I could feel that I could see the welcoming arms of a bright city, but the boat was turning away, to a small island with large fences. A world that promised freedom to outcasts, but had to screen them first.

I thought of the ancestors that had been on the island on their way over, and I realized that I had less of that in my history than half of the people I was travelling with. The majority of my family (that I know of) stayed in Ireland. I don't know why or how I could have imagined that today.

At the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, I cried when I read the letters etched into a wall. I don't know why tears welled in my eyes at this.

I still dream about that girl I fell in love with. Stupid, I know, but some things just can't be helped.

And the movie Mermaids did not help my mood. I don't know why I even clicked on it. Maybe Cher was calling me through my monitor...

There are some nights like tonight when I just want to lay wrapped up in blankets eating digestives, pocky, and squid and drinking hot chocolate. But then I get hungry and find out that I really don't know how to go grocery shopping as I find nothing to make a main course out of except Ramen, vegan dumplings, and tofu.

For those wondering: I am not a vegetarian, or a vegan. I just can't remember to buy meat with the rest of my food.

Mini Movie Rant

It wasn't even the correct brand...
But now onto some downtime. Nine Dead. A great picker-upper (insert sarcasm), but it makes me think. More than a few times I have to pause to let the video load on Netflix, and I wonder how people can be the way that they are. The Priest: he knows something, but refuses to share the information because of his priestly duty. That's lovely father, but other characters die because of you lying. You are stealing their right to live. You are hurting some not-so-innocent people and not doing anything to stop a mad killer.
I guess he did help though, but still...eh
I didn't really like Melissa Joan Hart in this film. I think she spent too much time playing Sabrina and not enough time playing Katrina to get the part right. Way too much over-acting.
Very clever how the father put it together. Good way to plan your death if you don't want to live.
I'm going to stop there because it won't make any sense if I keep going.
Also I'm going to be an overachiever and make yet another entry for today, because I don't want to try and squeeze an entirely different topic into this little rant I came up with while waiting for Netflix to load.

On the Swings, and Depressing Musicals

Today I walked from the North end of Central Park all the way to the South end and then back to my apartment, which is roughly 50 blocks away from the park. I walked a lot, and I took a lot of pictures. This was the first time I had my camera out this year, besides filming myself and my BEEF doing a review for contact lenses, and a very poor but entertaining remake of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. On the way back I stopped for Spider Roll sushi, bread pudding, grilled beef dumplings, and a foot-long chicken bacon ranch on flat bread from Subway. That was a lot of food, but I was really hungry.

I walked through the woods with a curious interest in my surroundings, but when I got to the main paths with lots of people, I plugged music into my ears and danced through the park while mouthing the lyrics. I attracted quite a bit of attention, though at first I thought it was the black wig, black jeans, black boots, black shirt, black hoodie, and black jacket with a huge amount of makeup and ginormous false eyelashes.

I finally got to some swings. I love swings. I haven't been on a swing in ages. I spent a good portion of time sitting and swinging higher and higher until I finally flung myself off and flew through the air to continue my walk.

When I returned, I was exhausted. I sat down on my airbed (which takes up about half of my tiny room) to eat my sandwich, sushi, dumplings, and bread pudding along with a coke I grabbed from the fridge to watch Repo! The Genetic Opera.

I will say this much about that movie: I loved it! It was amazingly dark and creepy with a healthy combination of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I loved the gory disregard for humanity that ran through the plot of the film, and the rock-n-roll songs that showed of the former Spy Kid's bad side. I'm still singing "21st Century Cure" and "Infected." But while I thoroughly enjoyed this film, I found it so depressing, I have to watch the 1987 Overboard to cheer myself up and get myself to stop singing.

I don't normally like musicals, but some I just can't resist. In no particular order, there are

• Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street
• The Rocky Horror Picture Show
• Moulin Rouge
• A Very Potter Musical
• A Very Potter Sequel
• and now Repo! The Genetic Opera

But after watching Repo! I can't help but think that it could be more realistic than it seems (minus everybody constantly breaking into song). All of these stars stay that way because of cosmetic surgery for their appearance, while everyone is told that it is what's on the inside that matters. So it is only logical that sooner or later someone will decide to market that idea and start selling designer organs for those who want to function beautifully as well as look beautiful. Kind of morbid. But I can't see the legal assassins/Repo Men running around, more like nobody being able to afford them except the millionaires and movie stars.

Yep. This is a world full of superficial human beings who only want the best their money can buy for anything, even a gallbladder.
I also realize these pictures have little to do with my rant...