The Hunting Of The Snark
"The impossible voyage of an improbable crew to find an inconceivable creature."
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When I was ten years old, my mom and I had the house to ourselves for a night (rare in my huge family.) We decided we were going to watch a grown-up movie, so my mom popped in The Devil’s Advocate, which she had just rented. My mom got the willies about fifteen minutes into the movie and we watched The Mask instead, and I never wound up seeing The Devil’s Advocate. Until last night.
Well. My first thought (which popped up not long after the spot where we’d bailed out) was how lucky that had been—having to sit next to my super-religious mother and watch Keanu Reeves have horrible sex would have popped my poor ten-year-old brain. (She has a history of being extremely naive about movies; she once brought The Libertine home for family viewing because it had Johnny Depp with Jesus hair on the cover.) My next thought was that even at ten it would have been the least subtle film I’d ever seen. Seriously. Try taking a shot every time Al Pacino might as well have “I AM THE DEVIL” tattooed on his forehead and see how far into the movie you get.
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Deal with bad brain days the same way you deal with bad hair days. Cover it up and don’t fuss with it too much in public, give it a thorough shaking out once you get home, and don’t worry about it— it’ll perk back up again in a bit.Dubious psychological advice from my brain at 1:00 AM
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Three of these answers are true.
1) Because of this one. Upon reading I immediately wanted to be that witty.
2) Because people have been bothering me to update my blogs, and I’m not feeling like the things I have to say fit on either one of them.
3) Because I am secretly convinced that I am the funniest, cleverest thing in the world.
4) Because I am confident in my ability to update it regularly.
