Well, I know you are all dying to hear about the weekend of your favorite no-life blogger- yeah, Dad, you know I'm your favorite...blogger that is. In fact, I am eager to share my weekend with you all in the hopes that you will take a very valuable, albeit slightly impractical, lesson from it. Drum-roll please, the lesson of the day is, if anyone ever asks you to go to the midnight showing of 2001 A Space Odyssey, don't go.
In my case, the lesson should be, if you are considering asking people to go with you to the midnight showing of 2001 A Space Odyssey, don't! Friends are valuable, and this is a good way to lose a few. This experience made me thankful to be a girl, if only for the fact that, were I a guy, two of my three male companions to said midnight movie extravaganza would doubtless have kicked my ass.
I realize that you don't read my blog for my movie or book recommendations, but, if you do read this, you probobly don't read it for any particular reason at all besides perhaps intense boredom, so I'm sure you won't mind me placing my two cents in on Kubrick's masterpiece. I am a huge fan of old movies. I am a huge fan of intellectual movies. I am even a fan of trippy movies. But, allowing for a certain skew of opinion based on the intelligence of sitting down to a 2 and 1/2 hour, intellectual, trippy movie at midnight and also my particularly deep hatred of space, I can and will dare to say that I will die happily never seeing this movie again. I am willing to admit that I am nowhere near qualified to weigh in on the actual content of the film- whatever said content is exactly- but I merely offer you this small token of advice.
On the other hand, biking across Philly at 3:30 in the morning is a worthwhile activity, and if it takes a midnight movie to inspire said persuit, so be it.
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