Movie Review #881226
A guy at work has suggested 3 movies to me so far: The Fast & the Furious (I think I used the phrase “I can’t believe I’m watching this” more than once), The City of Lost Children (Bad Review link), and Cinema Paradiso (I left halfway through to go cook macaroni and cheese, with my GF calling after me, “You can’t just leave me with this! This movie is your fault,” as if I should be punished with watching the ending merely for watching the beginning.). Although I thank him for lending me movies, I fear our tastes are more than disparate. Supposedly, these are all great movies, so I am willing to admit that the problem lies with me. I am also willing to admit that it is my fault that this movie deserved a D-.

Frustration II
I blindly bought Eric Dolphy’s Out to Lunch on the sole fact that it was on the Blue Note label. Usually, this works well for me in opening doors to new jazz. Unfortunately, this album is the kind of cacophonous jazz that normally makes me cringe. Today, while driving in heavy rain and heavier traffic, I got my first inkling of understanding. The confusion and frustration of my commute was reflected perfectly in the discordant jazz, and both became something to enjoy remotely rather than frustrating snares to entangle me.

Frustration III
I have the unfortunate disability of taking the path of least resistance only when I see the path as being the justifiably correct option. As a result, I have found the last two days at work so ultimately frustrating that I have begun to not only play video games again, but my foul language is getting to the level of being inappropriate.

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