This evening I went over to a friend's house to watch movies. Which friend, you may ask? You know that guy that I haven't been able to come up with a suitable 'nym for yet? Yeah, it's that guy. Tonight I found out one more thing that he isn't, and a few more things that he is, but none of those things would be good for making up a name. Well, one would be, except I might someday want to tell him about the site, and I'm not sure he would be flattered by the name. Perhaps I'll just call him Nameless Joe for now.
So Nameless Joe, one of the short Christian girls, and I watched movies tonight- one was What To Do In Case of Fire, a German film about a group of anarchists who grow up and sell out, then have to get back together when one of their unexploded bombs suddenly explodes unexpectedly. Very funny, pretty interesting. The other movie was I Confess, an older Hitchcock movie that I'd never heard of. You've probably never heard of it, either, and for a good reason: it's not that great of a movie. It wasn't a bad movie- while I was watching it, I found it pretty gripping and interesting, but when it had finished, I felt strangely unsatisfied. Kind of jipped, you know? Like I had been tricked into watching something that wasn't quite right.
The evening as a whole was entertaining, enlightening, and enrapturing. Ok, not really enrapturing. I just wanted something to round out my alliterative phrase. I learned much about my host, a fair deal about the other guest, and a good bit about fun, fun music.
Ra, ra, Rasputin!