Psychobabble

Allright,i'm way to dizzy to think straight so i'm gonna shooot it all out today.Finally finished with Marisha Pessl's Special Topics In Calamity Physics,all in all it's pretty obvious the author's darn fcking intelligent-plenty of fun and excitement stored in there-but almost half the book was about digressions,digressions that were no doubt exuberant and fun,but totally uneccessary-it was only after three quarters of the book that the Big Incident finally takes place,after a long,harrowing journey past many little subplots-some of them contained tiny pieces that contributed towards solving the final mystery-but because all the answers were packed in the last few chapters,they seemed utterly dense and heavy if compared to the other chapters that weren't as fact-filled and serious.

Moving on,will be returning to Melbourne in a couple days-in what seemed to be a spirit of total oblivion and sweet,sinful delight-i went on to purchase a number of things that would no doubt be difficult to fit in my luggage without going past the small weight limit-too late to regret now,so i'll simply have to conjure some unlawful strategies to squeeze my way past being caught.Anyways,the holidays have been smooth for the most,with very few petty misfortunes thrown my way-so i'm more than ready to go back,while the going's good before something bad comes across and scratches out the past holiday's coveted ''Best Holiday Ever'' title.

With all the tv shows either going sour,taking breaks or losing my interest-i started rummaging through the dvd collection,mostly filled with tv series i've either never heard of or haven't had the time to properly watch (e.g:The Closer,Deadwood,Prison Break) where i stumbled onto the undiscovered (Well,at least to me-according to big Wiki the show's reaped a handful of Emmy nominations in the past few years,attracted millions of viewers and is approaching its end) greatness that is The Sopranos,which,absentmindedly described-is about a Jersey mafia gang leader whose eventful life is filled with family,personal and work-related troubles-every perilous episode is an hour-long,the long duration allows stories to go much deeper than they usually do in 30 minute episodes and every ep i've watched has been interesting and intense-they're crude and say fuck a lot,but seriously once one puts their sensitivity for this aside,one would notice the other great things the show offers.Anyways,LOST returns today (for its final run?) and i really hope they start speeding things up a little,start giving answers instead of posing more questions-a bit of thinking challenge would be splendid,but too much would be tedious and hefty for the average teen or adult.

I only heard about Robert Altman after he died,and when he did pass away people called him a legend and other equally marvellous terms-so i decided to check out one of his films,Gosford Park-which won an Oscar and has a pretty high rating on RT-okay maybe back then the Oscar jury board was occupied by geniuses and intellects,because to me this film was so bloody overlong and mind-numbingly monotonous my patience was stretched to its most strenuous length-i'd much prefer Woody Allen's bizzare and eccentric approach,rather than Altman's slow-paced and dull technique.Or maybe the film's meant for a different age group,perhaps it was considered huge back when people didn't mind sitting in front of their tv's and spending an unusual amount of time being entertained by a movie that moved delicately and slowly.After about two hours of nothing happening but characters bickering and acting snobbish,i fast forwaded to see who the murderer was and quickly went to sleep.

Well,basically that's the amount of random musings 15 minutes on the keyboard can suck out of me-before i go on any further it's best i stop here-i have to get out of this apartment before my mind distracts itself with the myriad of depressing thoughts it skillfully invents for displeasure-so la la la,la di da dam,gonna be listening to the Shins till i pass out smiling under the sun.