Last evening my sister’s friend Cait visited here. She, Nathan and I ended up watching the old animated version of Tolkien’s Return of the King, which was quite poorly done. The one saving grace of the film was the soundtrack, which was both cheesy and catchy. The best song on this soundtrack was certainly “Where There’s A Whip, There’s A Way,” which brought lines such as “We don’t wanna go to war today, But the lord of the lash says nay, nay, nay! We’re gonna march all day, all day, all day, Cause where there’s a whip, there’s a way,” to be stuck in our heads. It’s an entirely bad movie, especially compared with the masterpieces Peter Jackson has created, but great for a laugh if you want to stay up into the wee hours with some friends.
Other than spending Friday with Cerra, Saturday cleaning and Sunday staying up all night talking and watching various programs, I haven’t had too much happening here. It’s been a busy but not hectic few days, and my mood has improved substantially since Thursday evening. Things, however, are about to pick up with desperation, I’m sure.
My possessions are trickling out, and I find I have very little attachment to the vast majority of them. I have some conflict with a select group of items I may part with. There are some wonderful graphic novels and comics that I’ve been able to acquire second, more portable copies of, but I still treasure the stories found in these books, and their scent and feel are quite enticing. There’s something enchanting about a book that holds great stories that I can never trace to a tangible source.
I’m moving slowly into readiness for a hobo state, though I believe that path may alter because of some changes in my life. I’m moving toward minimalism, but near-future wandering may not be something I wish to do. Time will tell, but I’ll be ready.
Other than spending Friday with Cerra, Saturday cleaning and Sunday staying up all night talking and watching various programs, I haven’t had too much happening here. It’s been a busy but not hectic few days, and my mood has improved substantially since Thursday evening. Things, however, are about to pick up with desperation, I’m sure.
My possessions are trickling out, and I find I have very little attachment to the vast majority of them. I have some conflict with a select group of items I may part with. There are some wonderful graphic novels and comics that I’ve been able to acquire second, more portable copies of, but I still treasure the stories found in these books, and their scent and feel are quite enticing. There’s something enchanting about a book that holds great stories that I can never trace to a tangible source.
I’m moving slowly into readiness for a hobo state, though I believe that path may alter because of some changes in my life. I’m moving toward minimalism, but near-future wandering may not be something I wish to do. Time will tell, but I’ll be ready.