I woke up this morning chilled, shivering almost, with this headache and a bubble in my chest (well, that’s probably enough detail), feeling somewhat dazed. That’s also a good physical representation of what my brain has been doing today, specifically, being able to focus on anything. My ADD seems to be in full-force as whenever one thing gets me agitated, the voice in my head says, “Oh yeah, let’s write about that right now,” until the next subject pops up and makes me go, “No, that’s better.” Ultimately, I suffer brain-lock and nothing comes out but drivel like this.
So, while I’m having a very hard time stomaching Slate’s “Movie Club” (that Armond White is seriously not helping the headache – the man spews hypocritical bile like none other), and I still need to rewrite my great lost post about A.O. Scott’s latest example of assitude, I just can’t seem to ramble today quite as I usually do. Maybe it’s just the inadequacy I feel now that the brilliant TMFTML has made his (at least temporary) return.
Just one other thing before I leave for greener pastures (and hopefully more interesting content tomorrow), finally someone who agrees with me (although for slightly different reasons), that tonight’s premiere of season 4 of Alias is not necessarily reason to rejoice. While I think her comic book analysis is a bit unfair, Virginia Heffernan’s review of the show is correct in that Alias has lost its way, and what was an interesting and unique series in season 1 and even much of season 2, simply became much of the same and a bit blah in season 3; that the main criteria of whether or not you like the show these days is more likely based on “what you think of Jennifer Garner.” I’ll admit to possibly being the exception because while I love Garner (or at least lust her), I’m not all that crazy about the show anymore. I’ll give the new season a chance, but it’s going to have to earn its way into my rotation because in 2005, I don’t have time for this shit anymore.
Focus, focus, focus. I’m out of it.
Out of Focus 
I know exactly what you mean about the Movie Club, my God. It’s quite possibly the most revoltingly smug circle-of-love I’ve ever seen in action.
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I admit that Armond is hard to stomach sometimes, but I’m THRILLED that AO is being pressured to defend his #1 pick of the year — a film that angered me like no other has in years — though it bothers me that he avoids Armond’s and Charles’ charges.
Feel better Aaron. Stay home, watch a really long, really great film — might help get you back in focus.
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