big fat widows delirious from insomnia

I start this post in a noticeably pensive state. I'm sick, which places a huge "don't wanna fuckin be near nobody" sign squarely on my congested chest. All of my extremities hurt and feel detached, almost like the normal duties they perform have been outsourced, yet I can watch them fail uncontrollably from the window in my head. So, to try and motivate my lazy white blood cells, I took action that any pensive sick nerd would do. I went to the Natural History museum.
I realize that a trip to the museum is a rather stock activity, but sometimes you have to pull from the bargain rack to get inspired. I didn't plan on going to see any specific exhibit. I like the whale in the basement, but since the release of The Squid & The Whale I feel cheesy enjoying it. Apparently there were tons of people who bargain shop, or it was national "go to the museum on your own" day. Amidst the throngs of school children and frustrated den mothers, there were a large assortment of people trying to get lost in the group. Sifting betwixt the disorganized field trips, and finding their own protective space in the cracks of hands on learning.
After I couldn't take the joys of children any longer, I ran out onto central park west only to be disgusted by the huge tourist attraction that the Dakota has become. I went last summer, to hang out in strawberry fields, and eat grapes, but this year, there was a tour with families lined up taking photos in front of the place where John Lennon was murdered. So I kinda threw up in my mouth a little. Knowing public vomiting is frowned upon, I quickly ducked to the only place where this sort of behaviour is accepted;the subway.
I took the shuttle down to LES and decided to catch a movie. I had read about Once, a movie that revolves around song writing and love and blah, blah, blah. So of course I saw it. After two hours of guitar strumming and excessive coughing, I've come to the conclusion that Garden State would get it's ass kicked in a Street Fight with this film. And the previews have provided enough blog fodder that this page will at least live to see three more posts (woot!) I'll drop the links for the movies in the bottom, as well as some upcoming exhibits at the History Museum.
-'Til next time!

Once
Rocket Science
Death at the Funeral

Mythic Creatures
Frogs!