An eclectic blog to match my personality.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
After watching Cloud Atlas, I’m left with an ache in my heart that I can’t entirely name. Maybe it was truth.
The Office: First and Last Appearances
Do I get along with my co-workers? Well, first of all, I don’t have co-workers anymore; I have subordinates. So, have I gotten along with my subordinates? Let’s see.
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I didn’t watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes it was too painful.
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So, there’s been a reference to each Doctor’s era in chronological order since The Rings of Akhaten. If this holds true, there should be a mention of Six’s in Nightmare in Silver, and Seven’s in the finale…
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*THE BOWL AND THE SPOON SPOILERS*
Movies like “The Bowl and the Spoon” piss me off because they make me look at a truth that makes me want to slam my face into a wall until it’s no longer a face.
It’s essentially about a woman who’s husband cheats on her, so she goes back to her hometown where he is (I assume she went on some grieving vacation) with the intent to beat the shit out of his mistress and tell him to fuck off. She meets a much younger English boy, probably not quite 18, who had been stood up by an American girl he met in England and followed at her suggestion. Those two characters bond over that mutual feeling of betrayal and despair - her’s admittedly much more intense, which is why the movie is focused on her issues - and develop this kind of sad romance with one another that’s very light. It was obvious to me that they weren’t soul mates, that they weren’t going to drive off into the sunset holding hands, and I was okay with that. She needed him to help her do what she needed to do and he needed her to nurse his still-developing emotions into a healthy place again. Cool. Great.
So what the fuckity fuck does she do?
After nearly killing the mistress and keening (understandably) like a dying animal as everything she’s been dealing with converts from rage to sorrow at once, she drives back home to her husband. There’s no great apology from him or anything. She just hugs him all sheepishly and he goes, “So you’re back? Good. I’m going inside.” I don’t give a flying goddamn if he did the apologizing “off camera” before the movie started. Why the fuck did she think anything changed? Why do women do this to themselves? The reason I rated in 4/5 on my friend Netflix is because it was still very genuine and I believe it happens because I have witnessed it far too often. I know that grieving and loneliness can make you blind, but sometimes I forget how goddamn stupid it can make you, too. LKajlksjlakjslkajslkajs. /rant
I would understand it more if she was all alone and just desperate to make the pain go away, but she had this perfectly sweet boy that could have easily helped her transition with untainted love. WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB, LADY? WHY? Fast forward six months and you’ll be bawling up on the couch all ‘boo hoo why did he cheat on me again I thought he had changed, I could not have easily prevented this crippling pain in my heart organ by realizing what a piece of shit he was when he BROKE HIS VOWS AND CHEATED ON ME THAT LAST TIME. Why did this happen to me?’ Because wake the fuck up, that’s why. Jesus.
Wow, this movie pissed me off more than I realized. lololololol Still a good movie, though. Somehow.
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