White Noise
Well it’s been almost a week, so here’s a recap!
On Saturday I went to Chinook with Kim and Mark to play DDR, and it was very fun even though I did not pass Mahou no Tobira like I’d hoped. After that we went to the late showing of White Noise. Well… how to explain this… Let’s just say that I was several times more freaked out just by doing some reading on this E.V.P. thing than I was by the actual movie. Now that’s just sad. I could have directed that movie myself and explained the topic better than it was, and I’ve read, like, three paragraphs about it. They didn’t even touch on the scariest parts of the matter!
The way the movie was done, and the same with other scary movies, just doesn’t freak me out, and I think that’s because I can’t help but ask the essential question, “but why?” The antagonists never have a reason for doing what they’re doing. White Noise could have been made infinitely more frightening if they would have… I don’t know… gone more in to the sometimes insidious nature of the “low level” entities. They did have three dark shadow-guys, I guess. Maybe having just one would have been more effective. Three is a calming number (to me, anyway).
Yesterday morning, the train was packed. And not the usual packed, it was Japan-packed. I was standing, obviously, and this guy next to me decides that he wants to read his newspaper. So he pulls it out and fully spreads it out to read it. This doesn’t work so well when the train is this full, buddy! He realizes this after several minutes, folds it up, and holds it with one hand. His other hand, holding onto the pole, is about two feet above my head, so his elbow keeps hitting me in the head! And not only that, but holding the bar so high up gave him crappy leverage (I don’t know why he was holding it so high) and he kept on falling and crashing into me and everyone else around me. To sum it up, had Napoleon been there, he would have emphatically uttered, “frickin’ idiot!” quite a few times.
Or, as Mark would put it, “If this day were a DDR song, the steps would be off-beat and it would have crossovers all over the place.”
And then there was American Idol. My faith in the human race is forever marred. Hehe, like the guy who kept forgetting his words and then burst into tears, or the lady with the terrible fashion sense and even worse voice! How about the one who sold her wedding ring in order to pay for her audition expenses. I forget which girl it was, but after shattering the ears of the judges, went out to rant, “sometimes they have to turn away good people and I was one of them!” Just… how delusional can one possibly be? I know that singing is an extremely subjective taste and hard to accurately judge, but seriously, when even Paula tells you to get the hell out, you have to realize that you have nothing more than an infinitesimal spark of singing talent, if even that.
“What do you call an empty jar of cheez-was— Damn it!” —Jen
