I've been slacking off lately, and it shows in my recent Event Logs. That's what happens when you wait until the next morning to write down everything. Memories are like water in your hands. The longer you hold on to them, the more it leaks. Then again, my days aren't particularly eventful to begin with. I spend 90% of it in my room. Maybe if I was going to school or had a job, there would be no end to the things I could say. As it stands, it's all shit I do on my computer.
I woke up earlier than usual this morning, at 11 instead of the afternoon. Of course, this aberration was corrected with a quick nap, and I woke up with the right side of my face covered in drool. Oddly enough, my blanket was dry. I guess my drool is sticker than I thought.
I finished watching Hannibal. It was pretty damn boring. It has none of the tension from Silence of the Lambs. I blame the source material. That shit is mad weak. I'm so glad they changed the ending for the movie, because the novel ending sounds terrible. The one good thing I can say about the movie: Gary Oldman was unrecognizable. Exceptional makeup work.
I advanced a couple pages in Red Dragon and started watching Manhunter, the film adaption by Michael Mann. I don't know why Thomas Harris didn't like it. It's pretty faithful to the novel. But man, that opening with the 80's synth soundtrack is cheesy. Every time I watch a movie from that era, it's always that same sound. Can't escape it.
I spent a couple hours composing a 3000 word critique upon request for a story. The writer accepted my criticism graciously, but some of the stuff I read was the same crap I wrote when I was in high school. Empty, meaningless bullshit meant to sound good rather than make any sort of sense. You know what I mean, like a figure of speech gone terribly awry. Until somebody slaps you in the face and calls you out for it, you might get stuck in a vicious circle of nonsense.
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