I say the weirdest things while sick, so let's have them.
First, I now my regard my sofa with the same sort of resentment a pregnant spouse feels towards her husband. "You did this to me!" I tell it. (I had a painful episode of pain last night, running along my shoulder. I don't really know where it came from but I suspect the sofa doesn't tell me everything, the same treatment that is given to some ignorant tribal wives.)
Also, during my chaotic, frequently-interrupted sleep I managed to squeeze in another dream about my ex. The location was Wal-mart, where we kept bumping into each other. If she had changed character from my past dreams, I couldn't tell, because this time it was
me who refused to speak, but rather glared daggers at her. (Apparently across these years of silence my scattering of dreams are developing character arcs and--who knows?--perhaps some greater plot will emerge. It's as if every few months I receive a new episodic installment in some depressing, postmodern series.)
While sick I've been watching movies, and one of them was
An Ideal Man, a movie I could swear I had seen before yet could recall nothing about. It was very good, but curiously rated "PG-13." I thought, "Well, that's about as PG-13 as a Pantene Pro-V commercial." (Which is to say, not very PG-13 at all.)
That's all for now.
Comments (1)
when movies get a rating, they submit what they think it should be, and as long as it fits within said guidelines for a (g, pg, pg13, r, nc17) rating, then they will get that rating. So a movie can have a higher rating than it should, or be juuusstt baaarrellllyyy a rating (that is to say, not all pg13's are created equal)