I’m wide-awake and want to write about something, but I don’t know what.

I just got back from Prometheus. Jesus allegories like woah. Which is a bummer, because that’s all sci-fi’s been inundated with for the last two decades. Why can’t it just be its own thing anymore? Hollywood treats mythos like a Subway sandwich bar. “We can go ahead and pick a concept(sandwich) that already exists, or we can put our own concept(sandwich) together with bits and pieces from different places.” Why? Don’t you know there’s Chipotle out there? It’s basically a sandwich and you’re essentially doing the same thing, but with entirely different ingredients. Chipotle rules, Hollywood. It fucking rules hard.

Still kinda formulating some theories about the movie, but in the end I know they won’t mean anything, because Damon Lindelof can’t answer questions to save his life.

There was an “Approved for general audiences” trailer for Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. What a fucking shame. If that’s the trailer everyone gets to see, then that movie is fucked. They have to get the red band trailer more exposure. Hype up the action. Play down the fact that it’s Abe Lincoln and he’s hunting vampires. That silly shit is hard to sell to anyone that isn’t 15 - 35. The green band trailer played and I heard a bunch of groans from the audience and a whole lot of “What the fuck?!”s. Made me feel bad for them, because that movie in all likelihood is going to rain ass punches down on everything. It looks expensive, too. I really hope it does well. It won’t. But I hope it does.

Only a couple of words in and I’m tired. Finally caught up to me.

For a long time I tried to tone my nerdiness down and keep my geekiest friends at arms-length. Not for any social reasons, mind you, the world knows that there isn’t even a way to express the scarcity of fucks I give about fitting in. But, somehow I got this notion in my head that I was more than them. Not better, not better, nothing like that. Just, more. And I have no idea why. I love my friends, I love them more than almost anything. They get me and care about what I have to say. That’s all any of us wants. We just want an audience. And my friends are the best audience you could possibly fucking have. They laugh and engage. But I still felt a need to be in another orbit. Recently, however, I’ve been missing the intimacy of that audience.

I don’t want to be stuck here another year. I love this city, but I hate this place.