Yeah hi, this whole "life" thing is a bit uninspiring right now. The Roily household has cleaning to do this week, because hubby's dad will be staying with us for hubby's grandpa's funeral on Saturday. So I'm sitting here, wasting precious hours on the Internet when I should tackle the growing debris in the kitchen.
I feel like I'm never getting enough sleep, I'm excited for Christmas, I kind of loathe Halloween, I feel pretty useless and lame in general, my houseplants look pretty bad and it's twice now in a month that I've almost gotten a write-up at work due to my till being $40 over or so, only for it to be revealed at last minute that it was the new assistant manager's fault, for printing the till summary before I'd completed the last transaction or forgetting to post-void a botched transaction. Which I'm not really mad at her for, because she's new and super nice and I like her a lot, but GAH.
My till's almost never off, I'll have you know, and I've only gotten one write-up in the close-to-three-years I've been working there and that was the very first week. I'll also have you know that I hate cashiering with a passion, because my head is not designed for fast math and people=stress to me. I mean, some recovery shifts are absolutely horrible, but I'll still take that kind of stress any day over cashiering on a slow day.
Now that that's off my chest, I should probably go do something useful.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy were created to achieve some kind of cosmic balance. As long as they are both alive and well, the world will be pretty OK. They're like the yin and yang of wonderful. They need to star in a comedy together, playing themselves, pronto. It would slaughter the box office.
He’s painstakingly polite, asking if I’m too cold when we’re seated outside, picking up my silverware when we move inside, moving the recorder closer to him so I can hear it better later. Our conversation is punctuated every few minutes by his clearly articulated “Thank you” every time the waitress comes to our table. He may shake off any trace of hesitation on camera, but he hesitates often during our conversation. He pauses nearly as much as he speaks, rewords statements, stops mid-sentence, starts over. It’s hard to tell if this is pure deliberation—a rigorous mind outracing his words—or media-trained evasion, the product of being on-the-record since he got an agent at age six.
“I am co0kin turkey yo x ”
- Is it just me or is Cobb's social skills atrocious? Talking about intestinal worms while making an important pitch to a potential client who's eating?
- I can't help but wonder...did Mal's death make Cobb the way he was in the movie or was he like that before? Was the inception he performed on her perhaps indicative of a much wider dark streak? Because it's not just his subconscious that's a freight train, his personality seems like that the whole movie: brusque, temperamental, rude, manipulative and completely self-centered, he doesn't care who he has to sacrifice as long as he gets what he wants. But since what he wants is so compelling, we root for him anyway.
- The Arthur/Eames ship doesn't really need more wind in its sails, but was Arthur the carrot Cobb used to drag Eames into the whole mess? From what I remember of the Mombasa scene, it seems to me that Eames' interest in the affair was pretty lukewarm until:
Cobb: "Arthur says it can't be done."
(cue Tom Hardy's body language saying I AM MORE AFFECTED BY THAT NAME THAN I WOULD LIKE TO ADMIT)
Eames: "Arthur. You still working with that stick-in-the-mud?"
Cobb: "He's good at what he does, right?"
Eames: "Oh, he's the best. But he's got no imagination"
Cobb: "Not like you."
Cobb is such a manipulative bastard. "Come prove you're better than Arthur!" or "Come prove yourself to Arthur!" or both?
- I found an old interview with Dileep Rao (whom I loved, btw) and his comment on the "let's slap Arthur" scene:
---- BE: Okay, so about the film. You knew this question was coming, I realize, but as soon as I saw you do this in the movie, I knew I had to ask you about it: how much did you enjoy pushing Joseph Gordon Levitt backwards in his chair?
DR: (Laughs) You know, I’ve got to say that the funniest part of that is that me and Tom Hardy were cracking up, because Joseph had to keep a straight face and do the stunt, and he’s impeccably good at it, but we were just having so much fun. I’m knocking him over, and Tom’s sitting there watching me doing it, and the fact that he couldn’t participate in the fun of knocking him over somehow made it even funnier to both of us. We had a real blast doing that. And I got to slap his face! And I was, like, “Okay, this is a movie, not a play, so I’m going to have to actually slap him.” So we just kind of went back and forth, and Chris showed me what he wanted, so I got to slap Joseph a couple of times. I’m, like, “Dude, are you okay?” “Yeah, of course I am.” “All right, just wanted to make sure.” (Laughs) ---Poor abused Joseph!
It's 4:45 and it might be time to go to bed.
Also, Arthur sometimes rolls up his sleeves, y'all!
Oh, and ( JGL and Hardy being adorable on the set! )
Other than that...meh. Summer's OVER. *cries* I never got to go to the beach or anything. I didn't finish the yard or digging up the blackberry vines. The rainy season has begun and I...well, I suck. *gorges on Swedish chocolate*
Plus, the associate manager at work is leaving for greener pastures any day now and I'm going to miss her.
I would like to skip Halloween and Thanksgiving and jump straight to Christmas. What I need is lots of cozy lights, a fire in the fireplace and piles of loot to brighten my spirits.