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Ridiculous.
Jun. 26th, 2006 11:14 pmIt would seem the gods of focus were with me today. I was able to get up and finish Introducing Foucault , something I was beginning to doubt would ever happen, and I even somewhat understood things. A little. Sometimes. I hope. I think I got the general idea of why he gets brought up so frequently in so many of my books.
After I completed that task my mother came by for lunch (Southern breakfast, biscuits, sausage, eggs, grits, bacon and gravy) and took the kids away. Tomas got off work a bit early and we spent an hour and a half getting to the movie theater that is a ten or fifteen minute drive away. Oh Marta. We had a fantastic dinner at a healthy little cafe around the corner from the movie theater that is the sort of place that plays Belle and Sebastian. There can't be too many -sorts- of those places. Anyway, the sandwiches were quite good and I got a big side of spinach/strawberry/orange/almond/goatcheese/basildressing salad. Were it not such an enormous fucking pain in the ass to get there via Marta (like if we had a CAR) we would probably eat there (or from there, the takeout business seemed to be booming) much more often.
I was hoping that the new Leonard Cohen documentary would be playing but alas, it hasn't opened here yet. It was a toss up between a comedy and a film noir rerelease. Since the noir had a script by Graham Greene and was directed by the same person that directed The Third Man... well The Fallen Idol won. You also don't get too many opportunities to see films like that in a theater here. If only we had a theater in Atlanta that showed older movies. Surely there would be enough interest in one?
While waiting for a train later, Tomas gave me his description of life in WoW.
"You go walking around until you see a guy with a big yellow exclamation point over his head. You walk up to him and say, 'Hello!'. He in return says something like, 'Ya know, if there's anything I hate in life it's Kats. Please go kill 20 Kats.' So you go and you kill 20 Kats and you come back to the guy and he says, 'Way to go! But what I really hate more than Kats is TomKats! Go and bring me back 35 TomKat paws!' So you go and you find the TomKats and proceed to kill them. Of course getting 35 TomKat paws isn't as simple as kiling 35 TomKats because apparently not all TomKats have paws. Some of them must hobble around on their stubby leg stumps until you kill them. So you kill oh, 80 or so TomKats and you return to the guy with the paws and he says, 'Excellent! TomKats are awful but the thing that has really ruined my mood is a big TomKat named Xavier. Go kill him.' Only what Exclamation dude fails to tell you is that you can't actually kill Xavier till you've gained another 20 levels at which point you could care less about killing him. So you turn to the next guy with an exclamation point over his head and he says, 'Ya know, if there's anything I hate in life it's Thudrumppers. go kill 20 for me!'"
Sounds about right.
After I completed that task my mother came by for lunch (Southern breakfast, biscuits, sausage, eggs, grits, bacon and gravy) and took the kids away. Tomas got off work a bit early and we spent an hour and a half getting to the movie theater that is a ten or fifteen minute drive away. Oh Marta. We had a fantastic dinner at a healthy little cafe around the corner from the movie theater that is the sort of place that plays Belle and Sebastian. There can't be too many -sorts- of those places. Anyway, the sandwiches were quite good and I got a big side of spinach/strawberry/orange/almond/goatcheese/basildressing salad. Were it not such an enormous fucking pain in the ass to get there via Marta (like if we had a CAR) we would probably eat there (or from there, the takeout business seemed to be booming) much more often.
I was hoping that the new Leonard Cohen documentary would be playing but alas, it hasn't opened here yet. It was a toss up between a comedy and a film noir rerelease. Since the noir had a script by Graham Greene and was directed by the same person that directed The Third Man... well The Fallen Idol won. You also don't get too many opportunities to see films like that in a theater here. If only we had a theater in Atlanta that showed older movies. Surely there would be enough interest in one?
While waiting for a train later, Tomas gave me his description of life in WoW.
"You go walking around until you see a guy with a big yellow exclamation point over his head. You walk up to him and say, 'Hello!'. He in return says something like, 'Ya know, if there's anything I hate in life it's Kats. Please go kill 20 Kats.' So you go and you kill 20 Kats and you come back to the guy and he says, 'Way to go! But what I really hate more than Kats is TomKats! Go and bring me back 35 TomKat paws!' So you go and you find the TomKats and proceed to kill them. Of course getting 35 TomKat paws isn't as simple as kiling 35 TomKats because apparently not all TomKats have paws. Some of them must hobble around on their stubby leg stumps until you kill them. So you kill oh, 80 or so TomKats and you return to the guy with the paws and he says, 'Excellent! TomKats are awful but the thing that has really ruined my mood is a big TomKat named Xavier. Go kill him.' Only what Exclamation dude fails to tell you is that you can't actually kill Xavier till you've gained another 20 levels at which point you could care less about killing him. So you turn to the next guy with an exclamation point over his head and he says, 'Ya know, if there's anything I hate in life it's Thudrumppers. go kill 20 for me!'"
Sounds about right.
