Well, I'm sitting here in my jeans with the window open, Stan Getz gets preference because its sax out an open window at 1 AM. We'll get that warm air back, but for now, well, its nice. Now to tell you about my strange and hideous afternoon. Even though several people had warned me against this, I went to see Inception at the IMAX at Navy Pier about twelve hours ago. Remember: I vomited after sneaking in on Avatar in 3-D. The film was great, and I can understand why people want to see it a second time, if only to make more sense of things. Watching from a different layer.
My head hurt, I got very cold (but that might have been the guys playing with the thermostat). I tried sleeping, but I think I was awake, or at least was nodding off in those odd 90 second drifts you do here in Chicago after working an eight hour day at a shitty job and it is 30 below outside. I watched through to the end and simultaneously understood the ending ahead of time as well as not knowing what the holy blue fuck was going on. And then it got more interesting. I found out that there was a huge black splotch over my left eye.This floating circle that left me flailing into the bathroom. And from there, I lost the next four hours.Like being on a driunk, I recall taking the #29 bus back towards downtown, but I was also in the subway, which is all and good, as the #29 will stop at the entrance to the Red Line. I have that new generic digital camera--maybe I haven't brought that up yet--and I had a bunch of photos that I went through earlier. I'm pretty sure I was trying to see how my left eye was doing, as you can see by the squiggly line photo. I have about eight photos of that goofy eye, and my first lucid memory was of being in Barnes & Noble around 6 PM. The film let out at 3:45 PM. Lost time.
3 comments:
Dude, I've never had quite that experience. Even when I was drinking. I'm glad you're finding time at the moment.
I enjoyed Inception with reservations-- I accepted the envelope story, and loved the dream-scape inside the hotel-- but why would the first layer of dream be just another action movie with cars and guns, and why does the deepest layer of subconscious look like an outtake from On Her Majesty's Secret Service. If the rest of the film had the same dream like feeling of the scenes in the hotel, he might have had something. As it is-- meh.
Nice pix. :-)
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