don't you want to feel my bones on your bones?

Wow. So I believe anything is possible now, considering Eli Manning just won the Superbowl for the New York Giants. Jesus, I love him. Now, I'm not a big fan of football...in fact, I don't really follow it at all. But, when Superbowl comes around my own tradition is to root for the underdog: always, without fail. For a really long time, the Patriots would always go to the Superbowl. Every single fucking time. As "hot" as Tom Brady is, I was getting really sick of that team winning all the time (yeah, they're good so they get to the top...I don't care. Still.) so I consistently rooted for the opposing side. And here we are! The Giants, who I don't ever recall making it the Superbowl in my memory, MADE THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN in the last few seconds. Boy, I do love those Manning brothers.

So yesterday, I donned my boots and headed to the Fallbrook Laemmle theater to watch The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. This movie has topped so many critics' lists of 2007, but I had a feeling it would never come to any AMC or other commercial theaters since a) it's French and b) it's NOT crap. (God forbid AMC shows shit that isn't Meet The Spartans or fucking Cloverfield). But old reliable Laemmle had it going. The theater itself kind of sucks. Every single ticket purchaser is a senior citizen, and you can hear the echoes of other movies playing when you're sitting in the theater. But I still bought my cinnamon pretzel and fell in love with this film. Oh dear, was it amazing. It's a true story adapted from a novel (of the same name); this Elle editor gets into a coma and it's about his experiences communicating and eventually writing an entire notebook with only his left eyelid to communicate. Fascinating, right? (say yes.) The film communicated through the man's eye, so it was pretty visceral watching the eye blink (or not), and hearing his thoughts in his brain but seeing the inability of anyone understanding. Just watch the film, darn it. They actually give you student discounts at the Laemmle, if you need one more reason.

I went on another music exploring frenzy today. I discovered Girl Talk, just some dude that DJs and does crazy mashups rolling 10+ songs into one flawless club mix. And there's about 16 of those on his album Night Ripper. Please go get it. It's so good; plus, you're guaranteed to recognize snippets of songs like "Goodies" or "Sugar, We're Going Down" or whatever. Jesus, Girl Talk is so addictive. I need a dance party...now. Oh and turns out I might not have to worry about that Vice date...but who knows? We'll see about that. Anyway, more music. Santogold is also great, more of a M.I.A. vibe (whom I absolutely adore). "Feedback (Remix)" by Janet Jackson featuring Ciara is such a great dance song. Seriously, I think I'm set for the next party already. Oh, I forgot to mention "Drop" by the Ying Yang Twins. But yes, although the radio isn't offering anything good anymore (considering it's February, and no new songs come out now), I still manage! Go me.

One last thing before I sign off. I feel like such an amateur with my Olympus XA. Apparently it's easy to focus with a rangefinder, but I have no idea. The manual is so tiny and hard to read, so it's really difficult to digest. And any website is way too smart-sounding with all this jargon I don't understand at all. Hopefully with experience, I'll get better. Basically I'm thinking of using the film I have loaded right now as a test drive, wasting it on pictures of ... my room. Maybe theyll still turn out okay with Lomo-like vignetting. I'm quite excited to see my results, but will also be highly disappointed if they turn out to be shit (most likely). Speaking of shit, school tomorrow.