There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Oscar, Oscar 2009
Auf der Strecke Australia
Baader Meinhof Complex
Betrayal Bolt Changeling
Class
Conscience of Nhem En Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Dark Knight Defiance
Departures Doubt Duchess Encounters at the End of the World
Final Inch Frost/Nixon Frozen River
Garden Happy-Go-Lucky
Hellboy II: The Golden Army In Bruges Iron Man Kung Fu Panda
Lavatory - Lovestory
Maison en Petits Cubes Man on Wire
Manon on the Asphalt Milk
New Boy Oktapodi
Pig Presto Rachel Getting Married Reader
Revanche Revolutionary Road Slumdog Millionaire
Smile Pinki
Spielzeugland
This Way Up
Tropic Thunder
Trouble the Water Vicky Cristina Barcelona Visitor Wall-E
Waltz with Bashir
Wanted
Witness - From the Balcony of Room 306 Wrestler
The far more interesting thing this week would have been a complete transcription of my train of thought in regards to Item the first. It went something like this:
MASTER? Oh HELL no. Nobody is my master. OK .... "And Commander"... Wait. Isn't that that Russell Crowe Movie? GAWD, I HATE Russell Crowe Movies. OK. Master. Master. Perfect. Wait. People will think it is perfect the adjective instead of perfect the noun. Then they'll think I'm stupid. Master. Master. Nobody is my master. I could put that. Or Hell no. There HAS to be something to go with Master. Maybe "bite me." No....ok, I'll go with "perfect" and spend an entire paragraph explaining myself. Yeah, that works. Hey...who sang that "Downtown song" anyway? Petula Clark, that's who.
