And you’re still out there, darling, clinging on to the wrong ideas

I miss my long weekend with undivided time for the internetz. It's pathetic. I have fanfic on the brain. That is very distracting.

Plus the way I feel at the moment reminds me of Notes On A Scandal. If you haven't seen it you will not understand, but call me Barbara. I swear: you better not be nice to me, because I might totally misread your non-existent intentions and start crushing like whoa. Who knew I was such an attentionwhore. Dammit.

Just ignore me. No, don't. I'll try not to stalk you.

For the record: voice over? Makes J. very cranky

Tonight I went to see TAoJJBtCRF, mostly because I was promised slash by tanisafan and ccke. Well, Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck being all cowboyie? What else can you expect, really. So I was looking forward to this, even though I had to go to the Arthouse by myself and deal with the incompetent staff. But they tried really hard to make things right this time: the cashier didn't give me shit about being late to pick up my reservation (seriously: if I could get to the Arthouse half an hour before the film, I wouldn't need to make a reservation, now would I?) Unlike most other times they didn't fuck up the sound, so we were off to a good start.

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Then the movie had a voice over. And an intermission. And people were smoking at the emergency exit, which stinks up the whole auditorium. Then after the 'break' the projectordude decides to have a conversation in his not very soundproof booth. Yeah, I had a great time.

Luckily, after about two hours of movie, the slashy scenes arrived. YAY!
For your enjoyment I've pasted tanisafan's and ccke's very amusing comments on the film. This is what inspired me to stay until the end... ( behind the cut: spoilers for The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (just in case you were wondering about that acronym;) )