I enjoyed myself thoroughly today.  Now, before you go off stabbing your eyes out or cursing the gods above at ending the world on such short notice, allow me to explain that upon occasion I have been known to express feelings of contentment.  Yes, it’s true!  Even an ever-gloomy gus like me has fun every once in a while, and I’ve even smiled a few times.  Tell your friends…

Anyway, my day began rather surprisingly with awaking before Noon.  Odd, I agree given both my penchant for staying awake into the wee hours of the morning and working a night shift, but these things happen from time to time and usually for a reason.  It appears the cosmic forces guiding our steps realized me and my family required a little time to ourselves in nearby Troy, and so it roused me from Dreamland at a manageable hour, for “normal people” anyway.

At once, my beloved wife suggested we set off to town for a meal, a trip to Walgreens, and some ice cream at a new Cold Stone Creamery knockoff which opened recently.  So, pulling ourselves from the various things we were busy doing, we all freshened up a bit and darted off out the door.  Even my wonderful daughter tagged along deciding it was, in fact, okay to be seen in public with her parents.  I can only assume the combined efforts of my budding Feng Shui mastery and perfect planetary alignment led to this fantastical affair transpiring in such fashion.

Our dining experience pleasant, the Walgreens quest successful, and our frozen desires satiated, we soon retreated back to the desolate isolation only a country dirt road can provide.  While we weren’t out on the town for very long, the fact we spent a little time together makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, which I suppose is a true testament to the force of our familial bond as we’d recently devoured dairy treats which were really fucking cold.  Anyway, we had fun…

Also, after returning to the Bat Cave, I felt that twinge only the watching of a good film can rectify.  And so, I sped away to the nearest service station and came away with Persepolis. (Sad, isn’t it?  Renting movies from a gas station.  The only bonus is whomever stocks their shelves places, by mistake or no, a few Independent films on occasion.) The cover lept out at me the moment I saw it, and after a bit of research, I decided its images must flood into my brain as soon as humanly possible.  So, I rented it.  It was not a waste of money.

The film is based on Marjane Satrapi’s autobiographical graphic novel of the same name, and she actually co-directed this adaptation which makes me all warm and fuzzy again.  I just hate it whenever a novelist/writer/whatever hands over their work for another’s interpretation.  Well, hate is a strong word, as it is their work, not mine, and who am I to judge what they do with their own creations.  Anyway, let’s just say I really love it whenever I see an author directly involved in the film version of their works.  I’m getting off point, though.  Surprised?

Want a little more information?  Well, allow me to quote directly from the Wikipedia article linked above:

The story follows a young girl as she comes of age against the backdrop of the Iranian Revolution, which goes horribly wrong with Islamic fundamentalists taking power and creating a new theocratic tyranny themselves; the story ends with Marjane as a 21-year-old expatriate. The title is a reference to the historic city of Persepolis.

How can you not be intrigued by that?  And if you aren’t, then feel free to rent anything recently starring Martin Lawrence or animated singing farm animals…

Also, this movie reminded me of my dear friend, Sarah, whom I’ve missed playing comment-tag with over at Myspace.  Not sure what her opinion of it would be, or even if she’s seen/heard of it, but it’s of no matter.  Isn’t it odd how some things can be connected with others without really being connected?  Eventually, I’ll post an updated photo of myself showing off my now-shorter locks.  It’s a private joke…

And anyway, see the movie.  It’s brilliant…

Tomorrow my work week begins yet again, and it appears my dear Shithouse is actually going to be getting worse.  Funny, eh?  Eventually, it’s simply going to collapse upon itself with each and every moronic git dashing to and fro screaming atop their lungs about the falling sky.  I hope I’m long gone by then though.  While I enjoy watching idiots bounce off one another nothing can replace finding more stable, and higher paying, employment.  Thankfully there’s something in the works.  We shall see…

Now, exhale.  Isn’t that better?