Watched Zelig and Husbands and Wives last night at Joy's house; four hours, more or less, of Woody Allen make me a bit twitchy, and his thought patterns are a little infectious. Yick. But I liked both movies quit a bit, even if some things could be cut out. I definitely prefer watching Diane Keaton to Mia Farrow, though; in the scenes with Allen, Farrow mirrors him completely and it's essentially like having Stereo Woody Allen having the same conversation over and over again. Zelig was more stylistically interesting, as mock-umentary using extensive 20s and 30s newsreels and such.
Also watched Bubba Ho-Tep which is just goofy pulp fun with a lot of great voice-overs by a man who thinks he's Elvis Presley. Or maybe he is Elvis Presley. Or maybe he's just Bruce Campbell playing a man who could be or just thinks he's Elvis Presley, in a movie with an evil mummy. Oddly enough, I think the dirty Egyptian graffiti in the bathroom stall is my favourite part.
Need to do some writing today, as my head feels a bit backed up (cut to profile diagram of Ben's head as convoluted early indoor plumbing), especially because I'm considering doing the three day novel. We'll see, though, school's the next week and I might be too broken and stark-raving insane afterward.
The anxiety of the day is that everyone else seems to have gotten their student loan papers on Friday and I haven't yet; I also don't have my application number handy to go check online.