Packing, Cats, and trying to stay awake

ok, 1st
Packing:
just actually finished (had to wait for some laundry) and now it is nearing 2 am, and my flight is at 7, so i think i am going to push myself to stay awake so i can crash on the long flight. After a late night at work, this seems like quite a chore, but well worth the effort.

2nd
Cat:
This is lucy. well her full name is Mrs. Lucy Doyle, but she also goes by Luna, Lucifer J. Kitten Kat, Kitten Butt, and all sorts of other names which reference her demeanor, species and various cat body parts. In this picture it should be pretty clear that she doesn't like the idea that i am packing. Note the outturned ears as she strategically places herself inbetween my sandals, my packed back and also directly in line with the bathroom, just in case she feels it necessary to swat me when i use the lav or take a shower before the flight... sense memory ties this directly to Jurassic Park and the game warden's grusome death, "clever girl...SLASH!!!"

3rd:
to stay awake.
so, remember when you were a kid, or rather remember when you were me as a child and in the time of mtv just starting to remove the music part from television and VH1 somehow became the pantheon of our new deities of the boob tube - the world shortly became obsessed with the semi-reggae stylings of UB-40 and their Elvis covers? Well in case you do, remember how that was from the Joe Esterhaus (the once hollywood golden child writer who was reinventing noir, until we all realized that he was just a sex obsessed teenager and did not actually have any new ideas) sex/noir/voyeurist tale Sliver? Well, to an adolescent boy the 15 seconds or so of the movie which appeared in the aforementioned video were a glimps into what must have seemed at the time to be the ultimate in sexual thrillers. Boys would have dreams of one day growing up and being able to see these movies in theaters with the other grown ups and feeling sophisticated and fired up at the same time... Well anyway, back to the subject at hand, it's late, i am trying to stay awake and it's on HBO... lets just say that there is a reason for the old saying "you should never meet your heroes" Just like the shattering of dreams that occurs as soon as someone steps into a lamborgini countach and finds all of the quality you knew as a child must have been there was sacrificed for the image (oh but what an image), i find myself ever so dissappointed in this flick. Sexy, well no, not at all, but worse than that, it is not even redeemed by being uncomfortable, or brutal, or anything of substance. I guess the trajectory from flashdance to Basic INstinct to sliver could only yeild showgirls, but still, there was a time when this guy was the bee's knees. And yet this is one of those movies that still has made its mark on the masses, even the Greatest Mind of Our Time Karl Pilkington draws parallel to his Dish Washing Voyuerism with this dren. at least ricky henderson was nice to me, no countach was he.

(though i must say, there is something so funny about the movies whose whole premise is based on the "emerging technology" of touch scren tv's and person camcorders. )

oh and if you actually are interested in a sexual thriller with substance that actually, you know, says something about society other than "na na na na na na, i got your money," hunt down a copy of Tokyo Decadence. Not for the faint of heart, and certainly one of those movies that walked the razors edge between eroticism and over the edge (and it does cross those boundries at times) but there is something very honest about the way japanese movies portray sexual morays, grand repression in reality and its release through art will do that.

ok, that was some good time wasted, time to find something else to watch, may clean the litter box.

until later
jd