Creeping. Rusty. Meat.

Truly the heart and soul of all death metal.

Today was a big day of changes at work, but I can't really talk about it, because I'm not interested in getting Dooced. Completely unrelated to the changes, I ended up having to stay late, which I was bummed about. When I came home though, Brett had dinner almost ready, and I decided to not do anything at all except sit back and watch a movie and try to relax. Since George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead" went back this morning, I have two things from Netflix right now: "American Bellydancer" and "Playing by Heart." Since I was going to give the film my full attention with the lofty expectation that it force me into happiness, I decided "Playing by Heart" would be best, because for some reason I thought it was supposed to be one of those goofy, Meg Ryan-esque comedies. Wow. I was so wrong. I would not, NOT, call this a "happy" movie, but it was really beautiful, in a way that something goofy could never have been. It was about all kinds of relationships, and I felt that it was really healthy and touching. Definitely sad though, so don't watch it to feel happy, because it will fail you miserably. But if you watch it to feel GOOD, but not exactly happy, it works. It kind of reminded me of Angels. Or at least, made me think of Angels a little. It was probably the AIDS. Because you know, anything involving complicated relationships and AIDS is automatically the same as Angels. :) Plus I thought the photography, design, and music were nice. I still had to watch the new Strong Bad email to relax enough to go to sleep though. And I'm still trying to relax, but I should just go to bed. GOOD NIGHT!