Another One?

So, I guess I am doing this again. Sending out my thoughts into the void. I do not know why, but writing these, actually helps me feel better. It makes absolutely no sense, but that is my justification. I saw her again, and damnit it was good. I do not know if I should be surprised that someone actually seems to like me on that level, or concerned because there has to be a catch, right? Nothing can ever be that good right?

This time I took her to see Barbie. One of the two biggest movies of the summer that just so happened to come out on the exact same day as Oppenheimer; another huge summer movie. Having seen Oppenheimer on Thursday at 9 PM (Oppenheimer is a 3-Hour Movie, and with AMC's habit of trailers and Nicole Kidman, the film did not actually begin until 9:30), I was able to see Barbie on Friday with her,

Both movies are incredible examples of filmmaking and involve directors working at the top of their games. They could not be more different from each other.

Barbie focused on the artificiality of making a movie on a soundstage. They embraced that fact and the movie was all the better for it. I watched a video where director Greta Gerwig discussed the influences on Barbie from classic movies and they are clear a day. From classical musicals like The Red Shoes, and The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, to Playtime by Jaques Tati.

Oppenheimer tried to put us in the mindset of Robert Oppenheimer during one of the most life changing events of the 20th Century in the development of the atomic bomb. The movie also has a message of science and governments' relationship and how the government uses science and scientist only to further their own messaging and will actively work against someone who has a dissenting opinion.

I wonder how Christopher Nolan came about that idea....

The sarcasm should be overwhelmingly obvious.

I am writing this after the most recent MNUFC game. They won in overwhelming fashion 4-0 in the first round of the Leagues Cup. I have been working for the team for the whole season and I have only heard the victory song a couple of times. Not nearly enough. It is still the coolest summer job I have ever had. I am a big fan and would be watching these games anyway, so to be paid to be in the stadium for every home game I am available for is a very rewarding experience for me; especially when they win.

Today the boss read my recognition of a co-worker, and struggled really hard reading my handwriting. This is not a new phenomenon to me, Most people cannot read my handwriting. My handwriting is cool, it is not legible. It can be so bad that even I struggle to read it often. This is a joke among my friends and other people who have seen it. But this situation got me thinking on a idea.

I'm trying to let you know,

How much you mean to me.

I poured my heart into the page

Let the ink capture everything I'm thinking;

But you can't read a single word

That I wrote.

It is nothing to you,

But a bunch of scribbles.

Or something to that effect. In my defense its pushing midnight and my brain is fried. I think I have good ideas, but I am not naive enough to think I am the only one who has had them. But maybe, just maybe, I can use them to connect with other people, and make them feel less alone.

At the end of the day isn't that what we all want; to not feel all alone?