I very obviously have not accomplished much

So I got back from a nice long day of classes, only to discover that we were going to have a fire drill in 15 minutes. Not only was the alarm freakishly loud, the guy in charge felt obliged to lecture us about standing farther away from the building. Thanks, pal. Because if there were a real fire, I'd be standing right near the building, waiting for the goddamn alarm to stop so I could go work on my essay. I would most definitely not sprint to the movie theater/video store/somewhere very far away. Then he got mad that people were smiling as he said this.

It took so long that I went to the bookstore and bought Matchstick Men.

I'd hesitated to buy it, because I suspected that book!Frank would be completely different from mytruelove!Frank (aka movie!Frank). And Frank (or Frankie, as he's called) and Roy are indeed very different in the book. Although the description of the contents of Frank's car tallied extremely well with my own description in the appallingly bad fic that I scrapped. And now I will quote it. I apologize if Frank is not your thing.

"Frankie bluffs, but he's bad at it. Roy taught Frankie how to bluff, long ago, but Frankie didn't want to learn about the tells. How to hide 'em, how to spot 'em. He just wanted to go right on bluffing his way through everything. Frankie needs Roy for the cover. Roy knows it."

Erm...SQUEE?

"Thousand-dollar boots and forty-two cent socks. That's Frankie."

Yes. It is.

I'm sure there'll be more to come. I bet you're all really excited, too.

An interview! I feel so special!

First off, the rules:

1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Keep in mind, my interview questions will prolly be along the lines of "Who's hotter, Dennis Quaid or Brendan Fraser?" and "Why haven't you seen Matchstick Men yet?"

The questions are courtesy of lieuwecaritas, BTW.

1) Do *you* think everyone's favorite color is blue? Explain.

Y'know, I'm beginning to think so. Besides the fact that over half the people I've spoken to/talked to online name blue as their favorite color, I'm sure there are people who claim to like green and are just in denial. I don't know what is it about blue that makes it so appealing. Have you ever noticed that there are very few things that are naturally blue (besides the sky)? It's strange. I've never met anyone who *disliked* blue, that's for sure.

2) If you have read "The Brothers Karamazof" by Fyodor Dostoevsky, would you want to be the Grand Inquisitor? If you have not read the book, would you date an Inquisitor? Why/why not?

I haven't read it. The number of books I haven't read and really should read is quite staggering. And instead I read Matchstick Men. That prolly explains a lot. Anyway, I would date an Inquisitor. I don't know if you mean an Inquisitor in the sense of the Spanish Inquisition/torture fun or just a general inquisitor, but either way, I'd date one. It would be such a challenge to make conversation with him, I imagine, because it's his job to ask questions and gauge responses. I dunno, it would just make everything that was said seem more important. Like he was passing judgment on every word. It'd be cool. Kind of like talking to my spanish teacher, actually.

3) Name five places you wish to visit before you die, and why you wish to visit them.

Prepare for the most random list of locations and the most superficial of reasons.

1)Sunninghill-Small, nowhere town in England where I lived in third grade. I guess I'd just like to see everything again. I have these really scattered memories of the place that I'm beginning to believe I just constructed. It seems like some of them never happened to me, at this point. Like the kid who rode his bike into our frog pond...plus, it would just be *odd.* I remember thinking the library was strange there. It was like a quaint little village.

2) Tibet-Thank Special Agent Dale Cooper for this one. I know very little about the place, but it just intrigues me. The way Coop talks about it just gives it a sort of...mystical? magical? feel. Plus I've never been anywhere in Asia.

3) Aqaba-I've no idea what it's like now, but I've always wanted to go somewhere that Lawrence mentioned in Seven Pillars. When they were filming the movie in 1962, the crew came across pieces of the trains he blew up in like 1917. I wish I could do something like that, visit the places he visited and find some aspect of him in them.

4)London-Duh. And my parents never let me go to the Sherlock Holmes museum when we were there and I'm still bitter.

5) Cannes-For the film festival. Don't know a thing about the place, except that it's gotta be better than Sundance, because Sundance is held in Utah.

4) What is the nature of Evil? Should I have indeed used a capital 'E' here?

Ah, an easy question at last. Hmmm...I try not to define these things. No, I don't try. I don't define this things. I guess I'd define evil as something that can only be inherent in actions, never in people. And even then, it's subjective. Now that I think about it, I got into an argument with my other Spanish teacher about this. "There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so," right? I'm afraid I'm like Nick Carraway in my extreme reluctance to judge. Worse, even. It's apparent in my taste in characters. But now I'm very off-topic. I don't think you should have used a capital 'E', since that makes evil seem like an absolute, which I don't believe it is. Have I even answered your question?

5) Do you like cheese?

Funny, I discussed this with my roommate. I don't mind it, so long as it's on something else. I don't make a habit of eating cheese by itself, though.

No, I am not procrastinating.

"This isn't the kind of conversation they used to have. It used to be bright. Sometimes witty. Peppered with profanity, at the very least. Roy liked that. Frankie cursed better than anyone he'd ever met."

And the let's-give-Carolyn-a-heart-attack-during-her-recitation simile:

"They walk, huddling against the wind. Frankie pulls his jacket tight around his shoulders. Minutes pass in silence, Frankie glancing at Roy ever so often, as if waiting for the right moment to leap on his back and wrestle him playfully to the floor."

Fortunately, Sam Rockwell conveys that just about every moment he's onscreen.