Long version: Todayyyyyyyyy I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself for having nothing to do and find myself something to do. So I started walking in a direction I hain't gone before, s'posedly that'd take me past a cineplex playing a couple movies I wanted to see. To make the walk shorter, I called my friend, and ended up talking to her not only for the entire time that it took me to walk past the theater, get lost, backtrack and eventually find it, but even after I got in the theater our conversation continued. This is because, in my introverted rambling, I made several loops around the lobby of the theater until I accidentally looped right past the momentarily distracted ticket taker. I was really just trying to find the water fountain, but after I'd slaked my thirst, I realized that I was in the hallway from which every door led to a theater. I had planned on buying a ticket for Juno at 4:05 p.m., but the theater is designed such that one half of the theaters are separated from the other half, and I was in the wing that was showing Juno at 4:50 p.m. So....I just talked on the phone until the movie started.
It was a good movie! I thought that the eponymous protagonist herself was a big tiring in her dialogue and forced attitude, but the movie was enjoyable and made me tear up a bit at the end. Michael Cera as the boyfriend (Bleeker) and Jason Bateman as the frustrated future-father were my favorite parts. The hipster name-drops (McSweeney's, The Melvins, Sonic Youth, etc.) caught me off guard and felt a little forced as well, as if the writer (whose name is Diablo Cody -- go figure) couldnt figure out a better way to say "HEY I'M AN INDIE MOVIE." In fact, part of the reason I enjoyed the movie so much (apart from it being free) was that the audience was pretty talkative and enhanced the experience. Especially because I was feeling pretty lonely, it was nice to hear a bunch of people from my general social strata all making the comments I was thinking, even if some of them were kind of silly. One person behind me and to the left kept saying the same stuff throughout the movie, like: "This movie is kinda indie!" Any movie that emphasizes its Belle and Sebastien-graced soundtrack is doomed to suffer such trite characterization, though. As I was leaving the theater, I heard someone else say something along the lines of, "Yeah! It reminded me a lot of Napoleon Dynamite, except, you know, not as weird."
Now all that's left for me to see is No Country for Old Men. I keep having dreams about this movie, and the fact that Juno Reactor's "Pistolero" just came on my playlist feels somehow appropriate. I gotta see that movie.
Anyway, after Juno, I went back to my hostel and, walking in the door, immediately recorded this video:
and then Julio, who apparently is working behind the counter at the Istanbul Cafe now because the chef's wife or daughter is sick (along with everyone else in Anchorge right now), came running after me to request that I take more pictures and video of the dancer for the owner. Apparently Julio is going to make a Web site for these people (it is what he does for a living, after all) and I'm to contribute visual content. Whaddayaknow. Here's another of the videos, and one of my "professional" shots of the dancer, for good measure:
Here are some assorted pictures I took today.This sign is up on the wall in the lobby area where I usually sit on the computer. I'm not clever enough to come up with an extra joke. It's stupid enough on its own:
These trees have more midichlorians than Luke and Anakin Skywalker combined:
This is on the refrigerator in the upstairs kitchen of the hostel. I thought it was cute:
Here's a bonus shot of Mark rocking out with his ten-gallon hat:
H'awesome!
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