November 6th, 2006

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So we ended up going to see Borat (still no Marie Antoinette) after dinner at Zyng (Chinese/Korean/Thai, good times). I... I don't quite know what I think of Borat. We laughed pretty hard, and I was relieved to see that the Alabama Dining Society or whatever didn't come off half as badly as it could have--like, oh, say, the Traveling Assfrats of South Carolina. But I'm one of those people who experiences something very near to physical pain when I have to watch people embarrass themselves, so... yeah. The, uh, climactic fight in the hotel room? Yeah. I "watched" most of that with my hand over my eyes. Every now and then I'd peek and really, really wish I hadn't.

Speaking of which: Borat makes benefit with No. 1 debut. Wow. I did not see that coming. Apparently no one else did, either: "'This picture was playing to full houses,' said Bruce Snyder, head of distribution at 20th Century Fox. 'The planets aligned, the moons aligned, the stars aligned, and everything came together perfectly for us on this weekend.' Borat played in only 837 theaters, fewer than one-fourth the count for The Santa Clause 3 and Flushed Away. Averaging a whopping $31,511 a theater, Borat easily outdistanced The Santa Clause 3, which averaged $5,784 in 3,458 cinemas and Flushed Away, which averaged $5,152 in 3,707 theaters." To which I can add that there was a relatively huge line outside the Patton Creek Rave on a Sunday night.

(Deep irony, October 26: "British comedian Sacha Baron Cohen's controversial new comedy movie has been cut from more than half the 2,000 US cinemas it was supposed to debut in this weekend over fears film fans won't get the comic's Borat character." An article the day previous: "The Times noted that industry analysts could not recall a similar action by a studio taking place just two weeks before a film's opening. Fox indicated that it hopes that by opening Borat in 800 theaters, the resulting word of mouth will propel it into a stronger position the following week when it will be expanded to 2,200 screens.")

What I want to know is, who (in the movie) knew what when? Who was in on the joke and who wasn't? Collapse )

Also, since we were trying to figure out what movies are coming out when, Collapse )

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The unbearable sadness of being

I'm not sure what day we're on, Lamictal-wise, but I thought we'd stabilized the dosage after that last fiasco with the 100 mg level, but... no. Maybe it's that the dust has settled and my Wellbutrin needs to be upped a little for balance, since it was cut in half to make room for the Lamictal. I don't know what it is, but... this has been my third really, really bad bout of depression this year. I mean, it's been a bad year in general as far as that goes, but in terms of hitting severely low points... yeah, third time. And each of the previous two times, I decided it was due to a medication issue (too much Zoloft; too much Lamictal) that cleared up pretty quickly once that problem was corrected.

I don't know what it is this time. Maybe it's just that I really do need to readjust my medication, now that I've had time to recover from that last period of over-dosage (not to be confused with an overdose). Maybe it's hormones, because my cycle is notoriously wacky. (I don't want to get into it here, but yes, I should be seeing another doctor about that, again, soon.) I'm still really depressed about Lucky, although I can stand outside myself and realize how ridiculous that is; I can't go on like this for the rest of my life. He was a dog; it happens. And I'm already getting depressed about how much I expect my birthday to suck, which I think shows that I'm just looking for specific subjects to vent the depression I'm already experiencing on. I mean, my birthday is in December; I'm going a pretty long way to borrow trouble. I'm also not dealing well with simple comments or observations--why haven't you finished this, why didn't you write that, I wish you'd written it differently--I guess I just feel sometimes like all I do is disappoint people, online and off, by not being smart enough or disciplined enough or independent enough or creative enough, and I know intellectually that that's not true. I know--intellectually--that I'm lucky to have people interested in what I write at all. But depression isn't rational; you can't reason it away. It's like all my thoughts have sharp edges, and when I'm left alone with them, I get hurt. And right now, I think that they've started to hone themselves on the theme of All You Do Is Disappoint People, Including Yourself, and I feel like I'm on the verge of tears most of the time.

Why yes, I do have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, thanks for backing away slowly asking.

I'm not even going to try to catch up on the Lost recaps by Wednesday. You (and by "you" I mean "I") can re-watch all the episodes at, so I'm going to see my doctor, figure out if there's anything we can do with my meds, and then maybe recap the second half of the mini-season as a set. I don't know. I just kind of have to work on functioning right now.

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