Entry #567

Sometimes, when you're feeling blogger's block, it's good to write simply anything. Certain luxuries like originality, honesty, coherence and grammar must be sacrificed to remove the barriers that prevent words from reaching the page. When I'm in such a funk, I turn up the streaming radio, close my eyes, feel the F and J keys under my index fingers and type whatever comes to mind. That lasts about thirty seconds before curiosity nudges an eye open to peek at the anticipated masterpiece. I'm usually underwhelmed by the result. This paragraph is no exception.

Troy opened this weekend and I was about to spend $9.75 to see it when a tiny Athena-like voice told me to consider how much coffee I could drink for the price of one ticket. It was enough to dissuade me. Instead of watching Brad and Orlando on the big screen, I picked up a copy of The Iliad to reacquaint myself with the tale of Achilles, Paris, Hector and the meddlesome gods of Mount Olympus.

Besides reading, I watched Love Actually and Intolerable Cruelty back to back. I think both movies are dangerous to my health. I fear one leaves me feeling unrealistically optimistic when it comes to love, while the other makes me entirely too cynical about it. I'm tempted to believe the second one is closer to the truth, as though sarcastic wit gives Joel and Ethan Coen greater credibility.

On an unrelated note, I think the Sharks should play their remaining games in Calgary. Round three has proven disastrous for the home teams. It was painful listening to last night's broadcast on my way home from work. The Flames won 3-0 and now lead the series 3-2.