Today I saw the trailer for that movie about Facebook. I think the producer that greenlit that project made a huge mistake in assuming that the Zuckerberg kid is not going to do something crazy down the line that will render this movie utterly obsolete. It is like making a movie about O.J. Simpson’s successful college football tenure at the University of Southern California.
Thanks to the telephone game that is the internet, the XX Factor called me a poetess. This is what I get for making fun of W.S. Merwin last week, the man who can only accept the laureate position if he can escape a pineapple plantation built atop a dormant volcano. We broke all manner of hit count records around here. The blog went platinum and Mark Zuckerberg sent me a check with an ascii middle finger in the PAY TO THE ORDER OF section. There was some excitement but now things are quieting down. I’m emptying out the ashtrays. For the record, I am not a poetess.
Oh, and I saw Inception after the Facebook trailer, the trailer for the movie about Facebook. Good plot weaving and fun overall, but anyone who thinks the writing is presenting some seriously new ideas has not read much, or seen The Matrix. I said “Look at that handsome Shia Labeouf” multiple times and later had to be told his name is pronounced “Shy-ah” and also it was Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I am my own grandmother.
Wishing I knew 300 people who wanted to come over and play the baba yaga with me tonight. My downstairs neighbors would flip.
