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| movie reviewThe Reader - wow. Very twisty movie. Makes you think. highly recommend. don't watch with your parents or any minors. :) | | |
| slightly less annoyedtwo childhood friends got engaged in the last seven days. 
also, P.S. I Love You kind of sucked. It was ok for awhile but then ceased to make sense.
also why is no one making a fuss with half naked pictures of taylor lautner all over the internet? he's barely 17 for heaven's sake. when miley cyrus did the bedsheet thing the outrage was louder than screaming tweens at an N'Sync concert. i wonder why it's ok to sexualize a boy but not a girl.
Now I'm watching The Patriot and enjoying a pistachio muffin. Too giddy to sleep just yet.
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| even more annoyed"autopsy results inconclusive, more tests ordered"
"so and so speaks out about death"
"listen to the 911 call"
All have been headlines when a celebrity dies. Most notable in my mind are Anna Nicole Smith... then Heath Ledger, and now, Michael Jackson.
Ok I'll admit right now, I am curious about death. I'm morbid ok? I enjoy visiting cemeteries to check out how old the graves are. I'm kind of preoccupied about what's going to happen after I die. I'd even like to see a cadaver someday, just to learn how death affects the body. I'm interested in our mortality and how invincible we seem while alive, but how easily we crumble to dust. That kind of stuff holds my interest.
Autopsy results - while I think it's unecessary to disclose the WHOLE THING, if I stretch real hard, I can think of maybe an iota of public benefit of partial disclosure IF and ONLY IF the autopsy results can prevent more fatalities (for example, talking about the med cocktail that killed heath ledger, and possibly michael jackson).
The celeb's so-called friends and family grabbing their 15 minutes speaking out about the death - to some extent it may be emotionally therapeutic for the fans and for those who know the celeb, but it boils down to tabloid trash in the end anyway. Sincere grief doesn't seek public manifestation - at least not like this. When the pope died, people stood quietly for hours at the Vatican to mourn his passing, but none of them pulled on a reporters' sleeve to "tell their story". But, for the most part, the post-mortem prattle is benign if it doesn't get too much attention.
How sick do we have to be to want to hear the 911 call?? Unless the public is made of forensics experts trying to solve a case, there is no reason, none at all, to publicize a 911 call detailing the emergency surrounding someone's death. I don't even want to think about how the family must feel having that link available to millions of people. They've probably heard it played over and over on the news. I myself heard the grainy playback at least twice at work today as I passed by the breakroom. And if the family approved the call's release,WHY? WHY would anyone make something so grotesque for public consumption, and why does the public continue to consume it??? Are we that isolated and alone in our souls, that the only way we can evoke empathy and a human connection is to make people feel sorry for us by sharing too much?
Truthfully, I don't mind the AMOUNT of coverage, and I especially don't mind the musical tributes. Michael Jackson was a huge, huge star and his talent will probably remain unmatched. What I do mind is the complete lack of discretion for the deceased. Fine, maybe the family WANTS everything to be public. But why is it that the gorier the details, the greedier we gobble it up?
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| annoyedI don't like my username anymore, it was a nickname from college carlos made up as a joke. I tried to change it but I have to take a bunch of quizzes and allow companies to SPAM my phone to earn enough "points" to change my name. Or, pay $10. such BS.
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| random thoughtsbetween jon and kate getting a divorce and that twilight guy getting hit by a cab, I don't understand why all celebs don't just cash in their chips and scurry their bling-paved ways into obscurity. Let's face it, being rich is great, but being famous sucks.
Most celebs have my sympathy. I can't imagine total strangers talking to me like they know me. I can't imagine being followed everywhere I go. I can't imagine reading stuff about myself said by others. I try really really hard to avoid celebrity gossip, but when the headlines are plastered on CNN (for crying out loud!!) it's kinda hard to sidestep.
In other news, Monday marked the13th anniversary of the day carlos and I first saw each other. That's almost half our lifetimes. I remember that day. It was muggy and overcast and our friends Jennifer and Andrew had arranged a blind date (movie and a meal) for us (they came along of course). I remember walking up to him and shaking his hand. We said "hi" and introduced ourselves. I still remember what both of us wore. We had fun but I didn't think either of us felt any sparks. Then he called me that night and we talked for an hour. The rest is history. :)
A few months later, I found out he hadn't slept the whole night before because he was nervous (or so he told me). He had rented three movies: The Juror, Father of the Bride, and Speed. According to him, each of these movies had major characters named Annie. I guess this added to the nerves.
So here we are. The spot where we met has changed a lot... it was where the Gap used to be in Galleria II on the second floor. And to say the least, *we've* certainly changed a lot in the last decade or so. As much as we'd love to take credit for our current state of relative bliss, our success or failure seems so arbitrary, the more I think about it. Rich or poor, famous or obscure, kids or no kids, people split all the time. I guess it's enough to be happy in what we've reaped so far, which admittedly, is a wonderful life together.
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