Journaling, blogging, skulls

It seems that I really only have even partially interesting things to write about as far as keeping a journal a la Warhol or Sedaris goes when I'm out of the house, which at the time is mostly for errands. Exciting, I know. 

Stores: Dry cleaners, Bed Bath and Beyond, Verizon, Costco

At the dry cleaners, most of the people working at the counter where you hand in or receive your clothes were fairly petite looking women, which was kind of interesting in that they all had similar builds/sizes. There was one man who maybe was the boss/manager and one of the customers was talking to him seemingly about something that was wrong with her dry cleaning. He was on the larger side in terms of weight and waistline but he had really nice looking eyeballs. 

At Bed Bath and Beyond, they had expensive tweezers, trash cans in colors more interesting than the color of the trash can I currently have, and personal humidifiers even though it's summer and today was very humid. They also had peach rings, rugs, and beach chairs. One of the employees was standing around and writing on a clipboard; he was left handed but also wore his watch on that arm, which I thought was kind of weird. It would make more sense to wear it on the other arm where it would be more out of the way when writing or doing other stuff like that. 

At Verizon, it seems like they're always rearranging the layout and look of the store's interior. And they didn't seem to have a very good selection of phone cases for Samsung phones. Not that I particularly need a new one, but it's nice to look. I don't think any women were working there. One of the male workers there had very delicate looking wrists and arms, and the rest of his body was pretty similar. Most people would probably say that it's not manly to have delicate wrists and arms (and therefore unattractive), but I love that kind of figure on men. 

At Costco, I looked at the books (as well as a good amount of the other stuff) and it seemed like there were a lot in the genre of spy/mystery/murder kind of thing. I guess that's in vogue these days? There were some political related books too (one by Newt Gingrich about understanding Donald Trump), as well as a good helping of cookbooks. This one man was looking at the books and he was by himself, which shouldn't be surprising - people can go shopping when and with/without whoever they want, but I guess I usually expect men to be shopping with their wives or just not at all. He was looking at the books and he must have injured his wrist/forearm/hand because it was in some kind of cast. I wonder how that happened to him. One of my weird fears (along with: my hair catching on fire, my favorite clothes getting ruined, someone hiding in the tub behind the shower curtain) is that my wrist(s) will get broken somehow. For some reason, the idea of that bone getting broken is more unsettling to me than the idea of breaking, say, an ankle, or really, any other bone. It hasn't happened yet, but I also hope that I don't eventually end up having crocheted too much and develop wrist pains because of that.   

I just recently read an article on Slate that was about the incompetence of Sean Spicer ironically being a good thing - that it was a good thing that he was so bad at lying, and a press secretary who's actually good at lying and does it with ease would be more dangerous/insidious. It mentioned Anthony Scaramucci (maybe from now on I'll call him by his initials??) and how it seems that he's a more adept liar than Spicey. I gathered as much; in my previous post I said that he was more articulate than Sean Spicer. Which isn't exactly a good thing because the articulateness is going towards the task of lying for the Trump administration. I begrudgingly look forwards to seeing him on television due to the decently fetching looks. I promise you, I'm simultaneously chastising myself for appreciating his appearance. He's a slimy rich guy working for Trump. I don't know what I'd do with myself if Peter Sarsgaard, god forbid, were a Trump supporter, or, much worse, were actually directly working for Trump. I know that's not exactly plausible; Peter being an actor sort of precludes working for Trump (or does it really??) and if he had been in the circles of people that ended up working for Trump, that would probably preclude him being an actor and therefore I probably wouldn't be aware of him.  

  

Topic du jour: skull

Shh, I've been keeping up with the Jake Gyllenhaal newsletter... I feel like it's just ever so slightly weird to write about other people's blogs in the way that I'm doing now. But anyways, the most recent edition of the newsletter talks a little about the new Christopher Nolan movie that I'd like to see eventually (due to James D'Arcy being in it), Dunkirk. In relation to that, (this is from the newsletter) some website published a list of what they deem to be the best war movies. Without having looked at it, I'm going to throw out some movies that I think would probably be on it: Full Metal Jacket, Apocalypse Now, Saving Private Ryan, Platoon (all of which I've seen except the last, to varying degrees of enjoyment). According to the newsletter, one of the movies on that list is none other than one I recently purchased a DVD copy of secondhand at a thrift store - Jarhead (starring Jake and Peter). Apparently, people are getting rid of their Peter Sarsgaard (or you could say Jake Gyllenhaal or Hayden Christensen - fun Scandinavian last names, all of them!) movies these days (hello, Shattered Glass, which I also got a copy of at that same thrift store a few weeks ago). They are also getting rid of their copies of the Tom Cruise movie Minority Report - there were 5 copies at the thrift store. Anyways, in the part of the newsletter mentioning the movie, there's a screencap from the movie featured, of Jake's character lounging and reading a book, captioned: "Here's me, reading on the beach and showing off the shape of my skull." Which then made me think about... skulls. Skulls, skulls, skulls. Seeing as the movie is about people in the military, they all naturally have very short haircuts (although in Full Metal Jacket, by the time they were in Vietnam, Joker's hair had grown out), so you also get a pretty good view of Peter's skull too. I then thought of this quote:

 "but i don’t understand why anyone would willingly make the decision to expose their gross bulgy skull to the universe."

Anyways, in relation to Peter's skull, I thought about this one movie he was in (that I don't plan to watch, ever, because even though he's in it, I don't think I'd enjoy it. I'm not a fan of superhero stuff at all) where he plays a villain. I haven't actually seen this movie but from what I know about it, he plays a villain whose head is growing to disturbing sizes. I much prefer Peter looking how he normally looks, without a deformed, swelling head, which is yet another reason to not watch this movie. This is a similar reason for why I'm not going to watch Men In Black even though Vincent is in it. So, despite me not planning to watch this movie, I did come across some of the interviews Peter had done for it and he was really bald and kind of pale looking in one of them, actually. So you could really see the shape of his skull. I assume they had him shave his head so that it would be easier to either CGI the expanding head of his character and/or to glue a fake expanding head on him. Yuck. This is certainly one of the roles I don't understand why he took. Maybe he needed the money. You're so much better than that though, Peter. 

I guess he was pretty close to bald in The Killing as well, for that matter.  

P.S. (meaning post script, not Peter Sarsgaard): I... sort of (but not really) can't believe I wrote part of a blog post about other people's skulls. Skulls. I'm not super familiar with my own skull shape because I never have had my hair short enough to really discern the contours of my skull (except maybe when I was a baby).