Stranger Than Fiction
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carose59[Originally posted elsewhere, November 12, 2006]
I'm just home from the first movie I've been out to see since April or so.
This movie is not a comedy. It has a a lot of funny lines in it, but it is definitely not a comedy. Of course it had me thinking about dead people and not-dead people (but I think about that all the time). It also had me thinking about my personal beliefs in God and how the Universe works. (Very simply: In the Beginning was the Word means that God is a writer, which is how God can love even very bad people and "allow" bad things to happen. Without bad people and bad things, there would be no story, and then what would happen? Well, nothing.)
I felt quite miraculous when I left the theatre, and am planning on going to see it again, maybe next weekend, maybe before. Maybe tomorrow, after the ultrasound.
In other news, I bought a birthday card at Target. It was very hard to buy because it's for someone I haven't talked to in something like twenty-five years. On the inside it says something like, "May your day be filled with surprises," to which I'm going to add something like, "I'm guessing this card will be one. I hope a good one." And my phone number and email address. I'm sending it in care of her parents' address, since I have no idea where she's living now. Assuming I send it at all. I'm pretty nervous about it.
I'm just home from the first movie I've been out to see since April or so.
This movie is not a comedy. It has a a lot of funny lines in it, but it is definitely not a comedy. Of course it had me thinking about dead people and not-dead people (but I think about that all the time). It also had me thinking about my personal beliefs in God and how the Universe works. (Very simply: In the Beginning was the Word means that God is a writer, which is how God can love even very bad people and "allow" bad things to happen. Without bad people and bad things, there would be no story, and then what would happen? Well, nothing.)
I felt quite miraculous when I left the theatre, and am planning on going to see it again, maybe next weekend, maybe before. Maybe tomorrow, after the ultrasound.
In other news, I bought a birthday card at Target. It was very hard to buy because it's for someone I haven't talked to in something like twenty-five years. On the inside it says something like, "May your day be filled with surprises," to which I'm going to add something like, "I'm guessing this card will be one. I hope a good one." And my phone number and email address. I'm sending it in care of her parents' address, since I have no idea where she's living now. Assuming I send it at all. I'm pretty nervous about it.