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illusionofjoyWhat have I been up to? What have I been up to? What have I been up to?
Well, if anything, I've yet to die, as readers of my Livejournal can attest to. However, I certainly haven't been writing any deep or meaningful entries as of late. Lately I've been too tired or flat out uninspired to write anything for TSWP and I'd rather be scant on entries than load my online journal full of crap. Perhaps my muse will return and I'll start writing again on a semi-regular basis. For nearly three weeks though, that doesn't seem to be the case.
What is definite though is that I have decided to give TSWP an expiration date. The site will remain, as I plan to archive it for posterity - little cyberkiddies can someday tap into their medulla uplinks and read all about the ancients who traded information on this archaic thing known as "the internet." However, I foresee a time in the future where there will be no new entries. In effect, the living document will have died.
I saw The Two Towers last night and had a thoroughly enjoyable experience once the movie had started. I had decided to go to the movieplex in Massena to be amoung the first people to see it when it opened at midnight. My younger brother and my friend, The Darkling were along and waiting in line with the crowd of geeks who had congregated outside the cinema an hour before the doors opened.
Suddenly from far behind us, there came a voice, "Hi [Darkling]!" A quick glance revealed frantic waving and jumping up and down which ceased when my gaze fell upon The Psychic Vampire (SEE: Friday, November 15, 2002).
"Oh fuck, not her," I muttered audibly before looking at my friend and saying, "Do you want to try and lose her?"
"Please," was the response.
We solidified our spots towards the front of the line and began moving steadily forward once the doors opened. After buying our tickets, we immediately made our way to the cineplex where the film was showing. Entering the theatre, we staked out a pair of seats towards the front while my younger brother decided to sit towards the back. I glanced back in time to see the Psychic Vampire enter the room and choose a seat in one of the rows towards the middle.
"All clear," I thought, hoping that my presence alone would be enough to dissuade her from coming over and bothering us. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, and as I was set to have a nice conversation with the Darkling before the film begin, the Psychic Vampire popped up in our row right in front of her, beginning her monologue with, "You know what I think?"
"I think you should go away," I interjected coldly.
"I think you should shut the fuck up, faggot," the Vampire spat back before launching into a stone monologue stacked so tightly with verbiage that one could barely fit their fingers into the gaps between sentences.
Having already abandoned courteousy for verbal papercuts, I turned to my friend and said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
This stopped the Vampire dead in her tracks. She turned her pudgy makeup- smeared face to me, and copping her best homegirl attitude said, "I am sick of all your bullshit. What the fuck is your problem? She is my friend and I can talk to her if I want and you can't do a thing about it!"
A zenlike calm that I felt the first inklings of when I blew off the Vampire mere moments ago now completely manifested itself within me. I smirked inwardly knowing that nothing she said could ever get to me - that her skill with the language had all the effectiveness of someone trying to destroy a dam with a needle. I looked her straight in the eye, and with the precision of a microsurgeon said, "It's not about what I want, it's about what [the Darkling] wants."
Her lip quivered - the type of tremor one expects before a major shift of the tectonic plates - and she stood up, gathering up as much menace as she could muster. I continued to sit in my chair, my hands folded calmly about my waist, as I watched the scene unfold before me.
Her voice came welling out of her throat like a squeeze-bottle of mustard that had just been assaulted by a carelessly strong grip, "Fine! Fuck you," she yelled, the trembling of her lip migrating towards her cheeks and lower eyelids.
"I hate you! Can't even defend me against your fucking boyfriend!" She marched halfway up the aisles as the Darkling tried to say, "he's not my boyfriend, we're just-" before the violent roar of "I hope you two enjoy fucking!" thundered across the room. Several confused moviegoers muttered to one another about the nutty girl who had just caused a scene that certainly would not be contained in The Two Towers as I looked at the Darkling and said (slightly louder than normal), "Who was that? Do you know her?"
"No," she replied, "I have no idea who that was."
A moment later a quietly said to my friend, "You know, if you ever want me to stop being nasty to-" She cut me off and said, "No, I don't. Whenever she comes around I feel physically ill." We sat back comfortably and both enjoyed the movie once it began without any further visits from the Vampire. Once the film ended, we walked outside, only to see her waiting against the wall of the strip mall the Movieplex was located in. She took one look at me and said, "I'm not dealing with that fucking faggot," before marching off in a huff.
