Wicker Park – movie review

Not as complicated and convoluted as other people’s reviews led me to believe it would be. In fact, I would probably consider it fairly straightforward, and the drama excellently crafted for the optimum telling of that particular story.

Excellent characters and character interactions and interesting inter-relationships and plot devices and good emotional hooks and …

And I would generally recommend this film.

It is essentially a version of a love triangle, though that may be giving away too much to people who have not seen the trailers for this film. Quadrangle may be a more appropriate shape, though, if you consider the character whose end I liked the least.

And I’ll stop rambling now. It’s good. I like the style of it in several ways.

Site outage

1&1 tells me they’ve been having server problems, when I ask them.

ie:

“We experienced a repeated DOS (denial of service) attack on the server your domain is hosted beginning 1.00 EDT on September 2. As a result we had to take immediate counter measures which resulted in unavoidable interruptions to some services. We can assure you that all services that were affected are now up and running.

Please accept our sincere apologies for any service interruptions you may have encountered during this period.”

So, errr… Yeah. Not really anything I could do anything about.

I’ll get those comics up soon. Lemme just finish checking my email; I just got up.

Address Service Requested

Something about love. And about values.

A long post that many merely skim or skip.

A thousand words about God, about prayer, about agape love.

A thousand words about eros love and love lost and the difference between regret and wanting another chance.

A thread of a thought about something I can’t figure out how to put into words, so I write an essay that treads all around it, looks at it, and hopes you can see it.

Another hour up with words to show for it that aren’t for my screenplay or my novels or short stories, another hour I haven’t slept.

Another post that is quickly forgotten even by those that read it, that disappears into the sea of words already here and creates less than a ripple.

And a hasty end and I go to bed feeling no better.

Just imagine it.