johnny whimsy's full of *it* and other news

so, i was out tonight watching yet another movie with some friends and colleagues. i would have rather watched the movie at home. it was arty, french, from the 60's- like that. totally inappropriate for a movie party unless one is trying to be showy. hmmm. i liked the movie, i'd like to watch it a few more times, but i probably never will. and so what if i don't? i don't think having some film cause me to have some "idea" about society or politics or the nature of man is going to change my life. it's not like it's my thought, it's the film maker's. i'll go, "oh yeah, it's about weasels and the bagging oxy-jam cavern pants of nuprin et sanskrit. and, like the way we goggle dome to beat our frozen armchairs." and if i were a bolder person i'd say all this out loud so that everyone else would know that *hey man, i got it* and since i'm not bold i'll just think it to myself and be hesitantly smug. essentially though, i'll walk away from that movie the exact same person i was when i walked in. but hey, that's just me. i mean, yes yes *art has the power to chaaange* [yeah, i don't know how to make letters italic, or in italic (i also don't know the correct terminology for slanty fonts) and this is going to fuck up my footnote system, i should look into learning html for this, or whatever *that* shit's called] i've heard it, i understand it, it does not apply to me. sorry johnny whimsy. maybe one day. probably not.

in other news, my cat keeps making this noise, it's kind of like ripping open a bag of potato chips, but it's not his sneeze. i don't want to be "blog about my cat" person, but he just made the noise right now and it totally broke my train of thought because i'm worried about him. the other day he got a nose bleed and that, i assumed, was from my roommate's cat scratching him. then the next morning i woke up and the leather ottoman where he likes to sleep was covered in blood and so was one of his rear paws. i can't imagine a disease that would make the rear paw bleed, but what if it all came from his nose and he was just sleeping curled up in a ball? he wouldn't let me actually check to see if there was a cut there, and i'm not assertive enough to dominate a 12lb house cat (oy, how depressing). otherwise he seems to be acting normal i guess. his nose is cold, he's eating as little as always, he's affectionate, maybe a little less energetic, but i haven't really been home enough to keep proper watch over him. i think i'll watch him over the weekend and then if he's still worrying me on monday i'll take him to a vet. jesus, i'm going to be an overbearing parent. i'll have to remember that you can't be running your kids to the ER every time they randomly start bleeding from some typically unbloody orifice. you simply can not, bleeding sometimes is a part of life. still, i feel like it's my duty to keep him alive for as long as possible because i like having him around and because i adopted him, so i signed a contract agreeing to basically do what i just said.

i have no idea what i'm talking about anymore, i'm too far gone. i'm going to go color or sleep.