on the web tonight…been cruising the usual sites there are no updates or things I just have to read…blech. Of course, that’s always the way…when I actually have the time and inclination to surf, there’s nothing for me…but when I have homework projects backed up and have to work all day I drown in the flood of fascinating web-a-phernalia.
I just finished reading ‘The Rules of Attraction’ by Bret Easton Ellis. It was…interesting. I enjoyed it, I think, but the characters were quite depressing:
Lauren: Remains hung up on her ex (who is currently cruising Europe looking for some chick named Jamie and jumping anything that moves) for the entire duration of the book.
Sean: Younger brother of the elsewhere infamous Patrick Bateman, after spending half the book mysogynystically tramping his way through half the school and having a one-sided affair with Paul, decides he is in love with Lauren based upon the false notion that she likes him…then gets bored with her only to decide that his life without her isn’t worth living after they break up.
Paul: A somewhat awkward yet attractive elitist, while at a party moping about the girl his ex is seeing, he meets Sean and pretty promptly decides that he’s in love with him and that said love is reciprocated.
Set in the middle of the most materialistic and hollow 1980s you can find, what I got out of this was a story about a group of people so pretentious and self-absorbed that they only saw in the people around them what they wanted to see, while working diligently at dying of alcoholism, drug overdoses, STDs or good, old-fashioned ‘I’m a privileged attractive young person at a liberal arts college my life is so hard’ suicide. Bleak. Honestly, the characters worked SO HARD at making themselves unhappy, that death really might have been the best option for them.
Unfortunately, after finishing the book, I thought it might be interesting to try watching the movie again, as I remembered not finding entirely valueless. *shudder* Well, that was a mistake. The film version entirely misrepresents not just all of the character, but the very plot itself. FAIL. I didn’t finish watching it.
Tonight we finally got over to Anna and Aaron’s to watch the first episode of ‘Firefly’ (which we had forgotten is about 2 years long…). It was good. They seemed to enjoy it. I have Anna reading Twilight, which she is loving. 
We did laundry today. Not a lot. Just a load each…I tried to do math homework in the laundromat, but I was just NOT getting some of it, and other parts were just…stupid. Yeah, you heard me.
I have had this stuck in my head all day. It’s Briggs’ fault:
And I found this, which is a little bit of awesome:
Until next time…I don’t really have anything to follow that with. I need to work on my snappy catch-phrases.
Our (prefab) characters woke up without memories of our own in tubes of blue goo full of IVs and such. We shortly found out that we were ‘cargo’ that was going to be sold as slaves…humans kidnapped, brains wiped, and implanted with knowledge of certain tasks that would be necessary in our new capacity of ‘house servant’, ‘driver’ or ‘mechanic’. The ship we were on was supposed to be taking us…somewhere…to sell us, but had apparently hit something, causing ship-wide malfunctions and chaos.
