Anyone read/heard/seen it? We started watching the movie last night and it was maybe the worst adaptation ever. The graphics were so bad that it detracted from a quite good story. I read all the books and really liked them, and even Matt said he liked the witty british sarcasm, but couldn't deal with the pictures. Here is an example of a two-headed alien named Zaphod. It's a guy with a rubber head on next to his, and the head doesn't really move or anything it just sits there and looks like a rubber head. Sheesh.

Q) Where were you last night at 8:00 PM?
A) the downtown f train headed south

Q) Why did you do it?
A) at first i thought because it wasnt enough, then i figured who doesn't like it strong so i filled it up some more. and then it simply wasnt enough.

Q) No really, why?
A) sometimes i feel like a butt. bute. and because, it is really okay to dig out the middle of the loaf and leave the rest.

Q) This isn't funny?
A) whoever said that sucks giant watermelons and wears headgear.

Q) Really?
A) i believe the proper term is 'actually?'

Q) WH--whe-wh-wh-whwh-wher-wh-wh-where were you last night?
A) at the local noraebbang inspiring a storm. heart of glass. what a beautiful face i have found in this place that is circling around the sun. on a murphy bed.

Q) Don't laugh at my defect. It's not-n-no-n-n-no-ot funny.
A) poor you. mommas hung you up in the closet and youre feeling sad.

Q) Go away...
A) you go away...

Q) g-g-g-g-g-g-o-g---go awaaaaayy..
A) just for that i ll stay a little bit longer

Q) ahhahahahhhhhhhhhh-gonyyyyyyy...
A) don't fret my dear
A) *ding
A) who was that girl in the art hallway?
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the whispers underneath the sounds traversed
across the room into memories later forgotten
noises and sounds lit up their lives
until neglected pieces of puzzles lost set in

sensing the last days
lost opportunities
slipped and broken chances
words never spoken
the hands moved ahead

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Q) WH--whe-wh-wh-whwh-wher-wh-wh-where were you last night?
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Q) Don't laugh at my defect. It's not-n-no-n-n-no-ot funny.
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if anyone thinks this is fun or a good idea, please forget all about it, otherwise email me at my link to the right with your answers (errr, A)s, yeah) and I'll put it on my journal. Fun, right? (hint: copy entre entry (Ctrl+C), well except this last stupid paragraph, and paste (Ctrl+V) into your email) Have fun kiddos!

at the moment we are listening to ourselves
finding hope in past observations
well hope as Confucious demands
talking in riddles makes pain hidden

so I won't make any secret of my innermost longings that perpetuate their dreamtime fancy. Gives none. Not a whit or an ounce. I have however seen apparentness in signs; it's logical. You'll find them too once you have accepted inevitablity without confines. Everything that happened was inevitable at the point it occupies and nowhere else. Even when the point is not unique it's coincidences are. Supernatural religion is my new motto. Convince my brain and take my spirit for a ride. Don't make me believe. Leave that to me. Let my life be ruled by a knowledge of how precious it is; unrevocable, one, unique. My personal choices deride thus, my faith is in what is and nothing else. Once I'm shown the other though, it always finds itself welcome, even incorporated. So my faith expands with knowledge unto who knows where...only the dead, whom we can't ask, could answer. I will make a difference larger than my molecules without aide from beyond, but with much from my friends.

So for all my rants and raves, christman turned out okay. Saw most of Paul's family twice (Eve and Day), talked to my family, and even had an unexpected wiedersehen. As I was talking to my mom I tried to explain my feelings; that I really didn't like the reasons for the gatherings (ie: little baby christman, shopping, forced closeness, shopping, gifts, shopping...), but still I really enjoyed the fact that we all were brought together and everyone was feelng happy, and well, festive. It makes me long for a society where we could do this sort of thing all the time and for better reasons, but I'll take the love where and when it comes, no question. I am really starting to feel at home with Paul's family which is very nice. They treat me like I've always been there and belong (heck, I dressed up as Santa two years in a row for them, and for me a little bit too I guess).
After we got home from stuffing ourselves for the second time in 16 hours, we found out that our friend Jessica was home and she was gonna stop by with her sister Sarah. This was a surprising event becuase we have been kinda estranged for like six months or something with nary a glance or bit of chat between us. So they came over and then Mike came and then TK and Emily was on video chat from NYC the whole night. It was almost a party (the addition of a dull cigarito from Philadelphia made it a definite party). We had a good time. Well it was getting late and I wasn't getting any less festive so it was time to make the call home. I talked to my mom and my sister. It was very nice, we should really talk more. For some reason we're all just bad at the whole communication thing. I don't call and they don't call for months (and then we all try to blame each other for never calling). I think we had a very good talk, well truthfully I kinda babbled the whole time, I was excited both emotionally and spiritually (thank you christman). I told my sister the truth about the red and white santa suit's invention by Coca Cola, and a bunch of other stuff. I made her promise to email me soon, and if you're reading this, Alex, I'm waiting... Well happy wintertime to all, and may sweet sugarplum fairies bedeck the halls of your dreaming mind. and christman...I guess you can come back next year if you want (I'm still not praying though).