I'd tell you the whole story, but you wouldn't believe me if I did
I aten't dead. I have had the main theme to The Magnificent Seven (1960) stuck in my head on and off for a week now, which is not an optimal situation. It's been suggested that I attempt to drive it out with some other earworm, but I'm a little concerned they'd just crossbreed.
Today: saw the Hokusai exhibit at the MFA with
rushthatspeaks, had adzuki bean ice cream at Gracie's, was shown the magnificence of nature that is David Attenborough and the greater bird of paradise. Ended up seeing Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) for the second time in theaters and the first time in the main house of the Somerville Theatre, where it was very loud. Was joined by
derspatchel for about half an hour after he got off work and before he made a seltzer run to Store 18, during which time we were the only people in the balcony. Am now awake because I had a three-hour conversation when I was just expecting to go home, noodle around on the computer, go to bed; I regret nothing.
In short, an unexpectedly social and not at all unpleasant day. Now if I can just get to sleep before the jackhammers wake up.
ladymondegreen, I think they're an invasive species.
Today: saw the Hokusai exhibit at the MFA with
In short, an unexpectedly social and not at all unpleasant day. Now if I can just get to sleep before the jackhammers wake up.

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It holds up! I noticed some really nice small details I had missed in the adrenaline rush the first time around, like the moment of Nux's sacrifice: he points to Capable and the other ex-wives, whispering, "Witness me," and in response she gathers her closed hand to her breast in the Vuvalini gesture of mourning and acceptance, as if she is nestling his soul home. It is a tiny, wordless moment, and it's powerful. I love things like that.