Good God, She's posting more than once, in the same day!

Maybe I'm cheating. I am making rather short posts, but they're not really related, so if I posted them in the same place I would almost sound more manic than I really am. Almost

On Politics

I'm getting all excited about hearing Chomsky speak at the Orpheum next Saturday. I may be alone on my little bandwagon of yea Noam, but I couldn't help but draw parallels between Franken and him as I read the former's book. Looking back, I think I've had a little love affair with the left ever since grade 10 when I read "Manufacturing Consent" and decided that the left really was evil, and that American politics really were all about the money, and not so much about the good of the American people, let alone the world. (I haven't really made up my mind about Canadian politics, mostly it involves the same kind of poo, just a different pile.)

Generally, my disgust with politics prevents me from being very politically active, I love learning about international relations and foreign policy, but I hate the nasty dirty sick feeling I get just hearing about things that go on in the political arena on a daily basis. There isn't enough soap in the world, and I am not OC enough to be capable of dealing firsthand with the scum that tend to govern the political system. I still live in a happy little bubble where some of Plato's ideas really could be made to work in modern society. Poor delusional Kim.

Enough about the boring crap, we'll leave that to Paul (whom we all love dearly) (most of the time). Besides, it's fun to listen to his political rants, sometimes they make me giggle.

On Movies

I saw chasing Amy for the first time last night. I still can't decide if it was a clever look at male/female relationships or a Jay and Silent Bob take themselves too seriously and try to do a serious movie kind of movie. Either it was a little bit witty, or a lot lame. Having no grasp whatsoever on whether the movie was actually good, I'd just like to say that I really, really don't like Ben Affleck. There he was, pouring his little (very little) heart out, and all I could think of was "he's so lame, if that were me, I'd become a lesbian, just because that soliloquy was so bad". Is there something here that I'm missing? Was the movie really better than I think it was?