Today’s Daily Prompt is “What does “happiness” look like to you?”
This. It looks like this:
Saturday’s Daily Prompt is “When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?”
I hardly ever do anything out of my element, frankly. I know it was odd and uncharacteristic of me to ‘go’ for my TS clearance. I was terrified. Maybe I should try to do more out of my element, I don’t know. Remember, it’d be a risk — and risks are called that because you might have the ‘bad thing’ happen. I don’t like ‘bad things.’
This is wordpress’s ‘daily prompt’ to encourage blogging:
Do you Believe in Magic?
You have been transformed into a mystical being who has the ability to do magic. Describe your new abilities in detail. How will you use your new skills?
I know they’re trying to be helpful but could it be they’ve they run out of practical things to suggest? ‘Kay first off, most of us would probably write out an x-rated post if we were being totally honest. (Or at least, I would.) But secondly consider – you’ve been transformed into a mystical being…holy crap! The first thing you’re going to do is try to figure out why whoever did that did it to you, and how you can get back. Imagine the terror of going from ordinary guy or girl at home into a ‘mystical being.’ I mean, you might not even like singing like Kate Bush, right? Or dressing in gauzy outfits, or leather and sparkles, or living in some sort of cloudy world of funny effects and noises. I know I wouldn’t. So I’ll keep my x-rated descriptions to myself, and leave the rest of what I wrote as my post for today.
Oops! Forgot – eye candy – Michael Horta, just for you!
Today – gorgeous weather…woke up a bit late and went to Lemongrass Too (sat outside) and Starbucks (sat outside). Then went to My Organic Market to find some low carb bread. And had a bit of a blow up.
Let me explain that. First off, I always tense up in there. The people seem to be very judgmental and sanctimonious and so I’m on edge. Then they have gobs of stuff for people who can’t have gluten – acres of it – but nothing with low carb counts. Because, I guess us fatties aren’t quite what they want in there. At least I never see any. Now this bread I’m trying to find has zero or four grams of carbs per slice (depending on the particular bread) and the manufacturer’s web site said it was available in MoM’s. But they didn’t seem to have any and as usual I feel not good enough or not who they want when that happens.
So yes, I was a bit snippy and walked out leaving C to finish buying the rest of the groceries. I called the store afterwards and they said I can order a case of 12 loaves (at $7.99 each). Or we can go down into DC to a different organic store. Or I can go back to making the soy protein bread. I should do that. Seven ninety-nine is too damned much for a loaf of bread.
Yesterday was okay. Saw Chris Gabaree at Pershing Hall. That was emotional – I know why he won’t have much to do with me, but I don’t know how to make that reason disappear. Basically I kinda sorta sexually harassed him (over the phone, in a very mild way) and then resorted to umpteen tantrum behaviors to get him to be my friend and communicative. So…
Then Greg (boss) gave me a project that looks (a) very complicated and (b) important for my performance rating. Le sigh.
Meeting our friends was nice though – at least that was a good end to the weekend.
Thursday was a blah day – gorgeous weather but all that running around after work. I bollixed up the order to Chipotle and transmitted it to Laurel, not Greenbelt, so I hope the credit card at Laurel isn’t charged.
Wednesday same thing – lots of stops on the way home. At least C was able to get out a bit early so that was good and we could eat at home. Still trying to get the Lean Six Sigma training but Frankie Washington is not helping. Grrr the class fills up.
Now, for the rest of the weekend – must work on my class work.
Busy busy busy. Also to Costco and maybe Trader Joe’s. The fun never ends.
Here’s today’s cutie – Ben Cohen, English Rugby Player and anti-homophobia activist. Straight, hot, and hairy. What’s not to love/lick?
Some gorgeous and amazingly beautiful and well-taken photographs, coupled with charming and elegant narratives can be found at Patrick Latter’s blog. I really recommend you click over for a look – you’ll be utterly captivated.
Where’s that hand going?
Mathew Montgomery (the Gay Movie Lothario)
Brendan Bradley (the half sexy half surprisingly ugly)
Tad Coughenour (the passionless Miles)
Everett (Bradley) and <partner> are in a loveless relationship. Miles goes off on an convenient trip taking the couple’s child with him and Chase (!) (Matthew Montgomery) turns up, all short, dark and handsome, and suddenly passion is part of Everett’s life. Of course they fall in love and have meaningful moments, Chase’s family loves both of them, and Chase is a writer (and Everett a literary critic). As you can imagine they have an affair.
Everett thinks Chase should stop drifting around and evading things. Chase that Everett doesn’t risk anything.
Chase is all pensive and asks his mum what to do. Mum confesses that she had an affair (while Chase wanders around the Redwoods). I think things would have drifted along but luckily Miles telephones to say he’s coming back early and forces the point. Chase extracts a (rather unfair) promise from Everett to meet at some mountain ridge in exactly five years at exactly the same time and spot.
As a parting gift, Everett gives Chase a keepsake box with two keys, one for each of them. Everett tells Chase to watch out for forks in the road. Chase, tearful, tells Everett that he’s not lost anymore. Mutual sobbing and things.
Back comes Miles and the son (who’s autistic – lessening the burden on the young actor). They kinda bash you over the head with how Miles and Everett really don’t have passion – in fact, they don’t even like one another. As Miles goes off to get some de-moulding stuff, Everett packs to leave, but comes up short against the son, who appears upset at the sight of his co-daddy with a suitcase.
It was telling how everyone chez Everett et Miles conspired to deny the reality of what was happening. Everett finds Chase on some mountain side where he went for ‘one last hike’ and kiss and hugs ensue.
A montage of time-lapse shots suggests the passage of time…”Five Years Later” appears on the screen to drive the point home. Everett and Miles seem to be together and a bit more friendly and then up drives Chase (in the same old car with the same old Minnesota plates). Oops, no, it’s a woman – Jessica, who wants to talk. Oh, dear, Chase has died of lung cancer, and has sent Jessica to deliver the box. In the box there’s a picture of Everett and Chase together which is really tearful and romantic and poignant. There’s also harmonica which of course Everett raises to his lips and half plays, tearfully, and a book – Chase’s book – called ‘The Redwoods.’
Turns out that on that ‘one last hike’ when Everett showed up, he and Chase stared meaningfully into each other’s eyes and apparently hugged and kissed in a piney glade.
The filmmakers used a lot of chocolate filters – everything is seen through a brown haze. I think it’s meant to be restrained and remind you of woods.
There’s some really romantic and passionate love scenes between Everett and Chase; if Bradley is straight he’s a damn fine actor. Mind you he does pretty well either way.
Although some of the plot points were driven home pretty ham-fistedly, the director and author managed to preserve a lot of ambiguity, keeping one guessing at various points. The dialogue had few really unbelievable moments; certainly the most difficult, intimate scenes were very real and credible. Really the author had a great way with giving the kind of impressions and verbal cues that could lead to one conclusion or another, deftly mimicking real conversations.
It’s not entirely clear to me what the movie was about – or trying to say. However, I’ll take a stab and say, based on how much more cordially Everett and Miles appeared, that Everett taught Miles to have passion and to believe in his desirability. Or that children spoil everything and glue one to unhappy situations. Or that affairs are good. Anyway, I give it three solid and one faint stars.