Tagged: boyle.

Despite what I hope is impeccable grammar, I am very drunk right now. The last time I posted while this inebriated resulted in a post so personal, it still hurts my heart to think about it.

So, right now, before my liquid courage drains away, I just want to say that I want you desperately. You know who you are. Of course, it would be brain-dead stupid of me to say that I love you, wouldn’t it? But I’ve wanted you with me so much, for so long, my desire is like another person in the room with me…, an evil person who is actively torturing and tormenting me.

Wow, terrible fucking simile.

I’ve written enough. Not completely sure what I’m thinking…

09:08 pm, by lebrainboy 2

As I’m driving home from work, I’m enjoying thoroughly the glorious day. Outside, nearly perfect weather; warm, but not too hot, a cool breeze, but not too brisk. The sky is the perfect shade of blue, the sun still high and hot. I glance at my clock, and I’m startled to realize that it’s already after 7:00 PM, and then I remember why I love this season. And then I try to remember what normal people do on a Friday night…

08:16 pm, by lebrainboy 2

I’m all set, totally prepared for this week’s new episode of Doctor Who; I have my sonic screwdriver and my TARDIS (it’s larger on the inside).

  04:41 pm, by lebrainboy 3

bunny-gal:

oh my lord i am in love

She reminds me very much of L, my second love. I fell harder for L than I did for H, my first love, harder than I did for M, my third love (whom I should have asked to marry me) or T, my last love (it’s kind of sad and depressing to think that I’ve been without love in my life for over, what? 25 years? good lord).

Regardless, L was the first and the last woman for whom I ever wrote poetry. She loved poetry, and I loved writing, so writing poetry for her seemed like a natural fit. And I wrote pages and pages of the stuff, enough to literally fill a huge 3-ring binder.

I don’t want to go into too much more detail, but the way she broke up with me was to walk out to my car and, without ever once saying a word (or, indeed, talking to me ever again) simply handing me the binder of my poetry, turning around, walking back inside her house and closing the door on me. Forever (at least…, so far).

(Source: modelcult)

  05:51 pm, reblogged  by lebrainboy 3038
Gaze upon the knitted magnificence now resting upon my brow, sheltering my brainpan. Drink in its luxe acrylic beauty and its finely woven perfection. Shiny!
Yes.
Yes, my officially-licensed version of the Firefly Jayne hat has arrived from ThinkGeek.
Pretty cunning, don’t you think? A man walks down the street in this hat, people know he’s not afraid of anything. Damn straight.
I am never taking it off. That is all.

Gaze upon the knitted magnificence now resting upon my brow, sheltering my brainpan. Drink in its luxe acrylic beauty and its finely woven perfection. Shiny!

Yes.

Yes, my officially-licensed version of the Firefly Jayne hat has arrived from ThinkGeek.

Pretty cunning, don’t you think? A man walks down the street in this hat, people know he’s not afraid of anything. Damn straight.

I am never taking it off. That is all.

08:54 pm, by lebrainboy 16

This is probably only funny if you've ever seen a Round Table commercial


Me: As of today, I am never buying another Round Table pizza, ever again! $22 for a large pepperoni?! That's insane!
Me: RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT
Me: ...
My Friend: So..., I guess you've had your last honest pizza.
Me: ...
Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
02:58 pm, by lebrainboy

I am ALLOWED to have expectations & I GET to be disappointed when they’re not met. Fuck you for being a bad friend & treating me so poorly.

  04:54 pm, by lebrainboy 1

Recently, a friend Tweeted this…

Tweet

Robert Merk @MerkRobert
I understand we live in competitive time w/ deadlines, but can anyone really digest & form an opinion of a film within hours of seeing it?
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I’ve been thinking about the question he posed with regard to the amount of time one needs to digest properly a film. That’s a real puzzler, all right, and I wonder if you’d receive the same answer twice in a row from anyone. On the one hand, the pros waiting allows you are the advantage of a thorough analysis, complete with comparisons to contemporary films and filmmakers and references to cinema’s long history, as well as (possibly) a polished critique gifted with a viewpoint elevated by time and erudition. The cons all seem based in the immediacy of modern-day media, in that “new” and “fresh” are the order of the day.

For myself, the immediacy is based in my own needs…I need to collect my thoughts and feelings right away and then encapsulate them for immediate emailing and posting in order to free myself from the burden of obsessing over the film. If I allow myself to go more than a day or two without shedding the experience of the film from my psyche, I find that I’m lost in a morass of over-thinking and over-analyzing. At that point, I’m almost never able to re-coalesce my ideas into a form suitable for consumption by others; by the time a few days have passed, it all devolves into a shapeless mess, and then I need weeks (or, in extreme case, even months) to hammer my thoughts back into shape.

My $0.02, anyway…

02:24 pm, by lebrainboy