Whenever I think that my zen-like-ness has transferred me from a political animal

(and speaking of political animals, thank you perfect memory for being able to discuss what Aristotle meant by political animal based on reading from GO 103, two years ago in Modern on Wednesday, because it made me look smarter than I really am.)

into a calm, resigned, apolitical, voter-for-Badnarik, person, I’ll read something that will remind me how much I hate George W. Bush, and how angry he can make me, and I remember why I doubt the intelligence of people who would actually want to vote for him, even though that is technically judgemental and wrong.

That was quite a long sentence, and I am Stephen King-like (Bachman reference! which book was this in?) in my use of parenthesis. Speaking of Stephen King, I saw the newest and last Dark Tower
(why the hell did Stephen King decide to write all three and then release them within a few months of each other. My dad and my brother have been bitching about the Dark Towers not being out for years. Why couldn’t he just have released 5 when it was done, and then written 6, etc, etc, because who has the time to read a million pages of creepy, sociopathic-ish writing all at once)
at B&N yesterday, and the cover is freaky. And they are remaking “IT”, and telling it from Beverly’s point of view, and it will possibly suck even more than the first movie, because it’s hard to make a movie out of a book that 1100 pages, and shut up everyone, because the ending DOES make sense. And “Derry- The Last Interlude”; so,so,so,so sad.

And “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”? Advice recieved on this movie: “Ug, don’t watch that movie. It’s the type of movie that makes you want to get back together with your ex-boyfriends, and makes you glorify the good parts of every stupid fling you ever had”
Heh.
The movie is quite decent, and Kate Winslet if gorgeous, and it’s the first ‘Jim-Carrey-as-a-dramatic-actor’ movie I’ve seen. Except I cried so hard I think I scared my housemates. Yes.