If you shoot this man, you die next.

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Awesome Things In My Life Right Now:

1) The Decemberists' new album The Hazards of Love. Listen to it in its entirety here. Colin Meloy's got a weird little brain, I'll tell you what. It's a concept album, and even after repeated listenings, I'm just starting to suss what all is going on. The Rake's Song is strangely compelling -- disturbing enough that I skipped over it for awhile, before kind of liking and then really loving it. Why aren't there more songs about infanticide? Don't worry -- the Rake gets his in the end.

2) The bread I made. I've been on a baking kick lately. I really like kneading dough, but hate waiting for it to rise. Maybe I'll stick to more quick breads in the future. I made relatively successfully baguettes a week ago. I got ambitious and made “pain au fromage” (or as I classily refer to it “cheesy bread”) -- it's as delicious as you'd expect combining to the two of the three best foods known to woman (the third is chocolate).

3) My garden.* Okay, it's a container garden, but I'm counting it, dammit. It was suppose to be a step toward a greener, healthier, more economical me, but after driving around town to buy potting soil, containers, seeds, plants, and gardening implements, I realize that it would have been more effective to continue to sit on my ass and do nothing. Still, I feel a certain pride looking on those buckets of dirt. My granny says farming's in my blood.

Thing In My Life Right Now Which Is Not Necessarily Awesome But About Which I Have Been Thinking:

Reservoir Dogs. I've been on a kick where I'm trying to watch all those iconic, pop culture movies I've failed to see. I'm not following any kind of list, just browsing Netflix and randomly selecting movies as they present themselves (Next up: Run Lola Run).

The rest of this post contains spoilers for Reservoir Dogs, fyi.

I'm not a huge Tarantino fan, really. I dislike extreme violence and nonlinear story telling, and pop culture reference can only get you so far, so I watched with a fair bit of trepidation. I'd read a full synopsis before watching as well, which probably undermined the movie's emotional impact -- I fastforwarded through the cop-torture scene. I was actually more disturbed by the characters' use of racial slurs than I was by the violence. Hopelessly naive? Why yes, yes I am.

On the other hand -- wow, the subtext between Mr. Orange and Mr. White was rather palpable. They're everything I look for in a pairing: really fucked-up, desperate, needy, and beautifully tragic. *sigh* I'd be tempted to write fic, but that's some real narrow cannon to work in. Ah, well.

Question/Rant: Why the hell didn't anyone ever try to stop Mr. Orange's bleeding gut-wound? That's the thing that bothers me most. I wouldn't have expected their attempts to be particularly effective, but someone should have at least made a perfunctory try. Even Mr. Orange himself didn't bother with it. I've never been gut-shot, but I think that if I were trying to staunch the tide of blood marking the ebbing of my life, a bandage would be right up there on the list of things about which I would concern myself.

Geez, when Mr. White is cradling him and gets out his handkerchief, I thought for sure that he would try to bandage the wound, BUT NO, he wipes Orange's brow instead?!?! I mean, very sweet, but talk about your failure to prioritize. Is there something I don't know about gut wound first-aid?

Whew.

I really liked that the robbery itself happened off-screen and thought the flashbacks worked well. The plot itself was a little flimsy in places, which I guess I'm willing to overlook as it put the characters in an interesting place.



*I started mine before the Obamas, thank you very much.

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The Decemberists are so awesome. Possibly my favoritest band of all time. Which probably says something about me....

Good luck on your gardening

Thanks -- I'm going to need it.