"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Mothman Prophecies

Got home around 1800, sat around for an hour trying to decide what to eat. Pete tried calling Dominoes, which failed as cell phones get crap signal in our building. Ended up making burgers on Tex's (Pete's previous roommate) George Foreman Grill, while Pete mad owned some Easy Mac.

Sat down and watched The Mothman Prophecies which was a pretty decent movie, all around. Slow, but weird enough the slow progression wasn't obnoxious. There were a couple scenes that were exceedingly freaky. The most important one I actually missed:

When John is on the phone arguing with the voice analysis guy, and boiling water, watch the mirror, just before he slams the bathroom door and you see the face (which is the obvious part).


Subtle and incredibly fucked up. Good stuff.

July 19, 2004 10:06 PM