I mean, seriously. All I ever do is talk about myself, and I used to be interesting and talk about issues and ideas and other people, and I swear, I'm going to start doing that again soon.
I'm at work, and a bit braindead. I don't really care about being anywhere else. I'm apathetic. It's strange.
I'm going to be lame, I guess, and ask a poll question, because I need to start thinking again. Time to switch the brain from off to on...
Yesterday, my roommate and I were watching Swordfish, a movie that I think is stupid and annoying. Yet, for some reason, I'm strangely compelled by all the sex and violence and style and Hughness. So my question is - do you ever find yourself unable to turn a movie off/stop reading a book/stop watching a TV show, even if you, at least intellectually, hate it? What is it about that movie/book/show that draws you to it? Do you think that was the intent of the creator? Why do we find ourselves loving stuff that's so bad it's good?
It's worth pointing out that we stopped watching Swordfish after Hugh Jackman, smoking a cigarette and scolling red wine, decodes the Hydra virus (a scene das roomie affectionately referred to as "LizPorn" - Hugh, computers, really good editing and music, and did I mention Hugh?).
If I didn't have to pay any money, I'd own the DVD of the most morally reprehensible, sexually exploitive films of 2001. Just for that scene.
It's worth pointing out that I don't have much in the way of standards. *g*