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Nov. 20th, 2004 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI have to go to work now.
Later, if I've any energy at all, I will rant about how much all this Alexander mania is making me beat my head into the wall. It's sort of like when GAP started selling leather jeans -- you used to be able to take some reasonable guesses about a person wearing leather jeans, and then the GAP had to go and happen. The Alexander mania thing is a little bit similar... I used to find this weird fellowship with people who were all into this piece of history, and now I'm hanging out with background performers who want to talk about how Rosario Dawson is the hawt!!! Ya know?
I've been cranky about all this shit for _months_ and have yet to write anything cogent about it, but I think it's starting to creep up on me. Of course, that tirade will be far more about me than history -- after I see the film, then I'll be a little nitpicky freak. I mean, I had to explain to someone the other day who liked Troy why it was not only bad, but wrong. How do people not know these things?
Also, must tell the story about how Patrick almost managed to give me a heart attack in his telling me about the party I didn't make it to where he did in fact get to meet James Cameron (which was not in fact the subject of my heart attack).
Later, if I've any energy at all, I will rant about how much all this Alexander mania is making me beat my head into the wall. It's sort of like when GAP started selling leather jeans -- you used to be able to take some reasonable guesses about a person wearing leather jeans, and then the GAP had to go and happen. The Alexander mania thing is a little bit similar... I used to find this weird fellowship with people who were all into this piece of history, and now I'm hanging out with background performers who want to talk about how Rosario Dawson is the hawt!!! Ya know?
I've been cranky about all this shit for _months_ and have yet to write anything cogent about it, but I think it's starting to creep up on me. Of course, that tirade will be far more about me than history -- after I see the film, then I'll be a little nitpicky freak. I mean, I had to explain to someone the other day who liked Troy why it was not only bad, but wrong. How do people not know these things?
Also, must tell the story about how Patrick almost managed to give me a heart attack in his telling me about the party I didn't make it to where he did in fact get to meet James Cameron (which was not in fact the subject of my heart attack).
