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BrianO - 2003-09-06 15:03:20
I've only read half way through this entry, but I wanted to comment about movies before I forget. I'm probably one of the 3 Brians you expect to know about Clerks. Unfortunately, I have no idea. Although I imagine Jill must know.

"O Brother Where Art Thou" was great. I actually went out and bought the album (on tape, for my car) and am pleased with it. Not something I listen to everyday, but am really glad I have. And the Soggy Bottom Boys song "I am the man of constant sorrow" is just great.

And I love Clooney's constant mentions of being the "pater familias". Plus it has John Goodman in it and Goodman is always good in Coen brothers films.

All right, I'm going to read the rest now.
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BrianO - 2003-09-06 15:18:05
Another brilliant entry, Aimee. It's so personal and intimate, yet I never feel alienated or bored by it. (Some of the more personal diaries and blogs bore me to tears, yours never has.)

I totally get what you're saying on the dating thing. Well, obviously, because I'm still avoiding it. I don't want to go through all the highs and lows in dating. I don't want to feel elated becasue someone goes out with me, feel later that I acted like an ass (where I did or not), feel lower because a person isn't interested in me, or feel gloriously high because someone is. I'm not sure I want to take that roller coaster ride.

On the other hand, I do want somebody I can relate to, someone to spend time with, a companion. I also want that intimacy, in your definition (as well as sex of course.) You have to take that coaster ride if you want to be at the carnival I guess.

Oh, and I love Jeff Wayne's "War of the Worlds" (despite the discoey stuff and the lead singer of the Moody Blues). I still have it on tape. I need to get it on CD. And I think the peanut butter jar in the bathroom reference is to a movie about Orson Welles' War of the Worlds broadcast, isn't it?
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