fiction

i hung out with Justin again yesterday...he had rented some movie i'd never heard of called Stranger than Fiction...it blew...it was trying to be postmodern, but it was really just a cheesy hollywood movie by-the-numbers with the main character guy meeting a girl who is seemlingly not like him at all but gee she's attractive so obviously they're going to end up falling in love (would it spoil it if i told you that they actually DO?) and then there's this foreboding of the main character's imminent death but gee since he's the main guy and we like him he can't actually die can he? he'll surely figure a way out of it, right? well, gee he does! that whole thing with some "interesting/refreshingly different" postmodern elements sprinkled on top...it kind of pissed me off...the whole trying to masquerade as something different...more "intelligent"...but it's just a standard predictable movie just like any other fucking movie...anyway, i also went out to eat with his family...work today...new supervisors...new place to seat...hopefully i can keep the seat i was at today...if not i will be pissed the fuck off...came home and finished reading Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller...