Do you think Centinela Feed ("Where shopping for your pet is an experience") is run by a cult? Every time we go in there, we're mobbed by fresh faced young teenagers who are crushed when we don't want them to carry our cat litter to the car. They leap out at you from behind the displays of pigs' ears, eagerly asking if they can help. When you say no, their little faces fall, and they slink away. I always feel like I'm in that Seinfeld episode with the carpet cleaner cult.
One of my favorite songs from the White Stripes, found as I explore You Tube.
I was just listening to Area 33 on Sirius - mind-numbing progressive house for those of you not in the know - and they played the Brokeback Mountain super throbbing gay disco club mix. I guess it was inevitable, right?
My friend Alyssa and I went to see Brokeback a few weeks ago, to see what all the fuss was about, and we were both a little disappointed. I was expecting a heartbreaking romance and a good cry, but instead got a crushing reminder that human relationships are complicated and often unsatisfying, that people get stuck in mindsets that limit their options, and that I never ever want to move to Wyoming. I wanted Ennis and Jack to move away to Greenwich Village and live happily ever after, but instead they just got older and sadder. Curse you Ang Lee for rubbing my face in reality! Wasn't The Ice Storm bad enough?