Salutations! This is a reblog from my THIRD blog (I was this bad on blogger too, which if the Hulk thing has posted you’ll see my blogger account which I’m actually going to write more things for or something). This blog is mostly just for me to write about positive things but I may write about something negative to make the positive stand out that much more. I’m trying to not focus on the negatives here as much as I may on my main blog or on twitter and I’m trying to focus more on the positive and good things in my life. I’m hoping to use these posts are armor against my wandering depression, if I can’t listen to myself in the present maybe I’ll believe my past self because it all comes down to me when I’m depressed and what I think is going on. Updates are sporadic and are most likely written on the phone and not the laptop so there may be errors that I need to go back and fix. 

This is the most recent one from this past Tuesday where I wax romantic on my seemingly undying love of a horribly flawed movie and I reminisce on the first time I saw it.  

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My Tuesday was honestly not a bad day but stupid little, petty things brought me down. I finished reading Catching Fire and spent some time criticizing it on my second twitter. Considering the flaws and discussing them, even if alone there, was fun. I got to talk comics history and art with one of my teachers. I can rally appreciate his knowledge and I think I impressed him with my designs for my prints and my knowledge of comics of the 1920s and not just contemporary work.

I’ve realized I’m unhappy because i’m not drawing enough so I decided I needing to go and finally get a table or desk to work on, and my dvd player had been a cunt for the past few weeks so I decided to get a cheap new one. Rather failed me and the walmart across the street had what I was satisfied with. I’m listening to the Chris Rock WTF w Marc Maron - that was good but then I get on the worst line.

The cashier was far too slow, there were only three of the 25 registers open, the four people in front of me were buying do much shit and the one directly in front of me was buying a fuck ton of baby food, the individual jars, diapers and similac and she bad those stupid coupon-checks for them. They need to be filled out for each type of item.

It took about 40 some odd minutes for me to wait in line to buy 2 things. Sering the line next to me, just to my left flying added insult to injury so I was in a hateful and bitter mood, which meant that instead of making good food for dinner, I ate like I was five.

Fuming and bitter I put in The Shawshank Redemption. The last time I watched it wad about 4 years ago, my sophomore year of college. I fell in.

I forgot how much I love this movie and I can remember the first time I saw it. Sometime around 2000, my mon is braiding my hair down for church the next morning and it’s on AMC or one of those channels that shows heady movies like that. I missed the set up of the murder and trial but I see all of Andy in Shawshank, with commercials, to the end of the film. it’s late afternoon, early evening, by the time the movie ends as Andy’s clever escape is shown. I marvel at it. The set up, how he’s vindictive but not malicious, it’s calm, beautifully nuanced and so fucking clever.

Andy was never really bad, he was clever and a bit of a prankster, and diligent. The time to make that tunnel, funnel the money into the fake name and then just let loose with it when he realizes just how big if a cunt bucket the warden is. I like that Morgan Freeman isn’t too far the “magical black guy” a little bit, but in Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, Red is a short Irish dude. I like the artistic license.

Watching the movie again tonight was almost as good as the first time. I loved it as much again as have in the past and I’m going to bed a far less bitter individual.

I will always love this movie.