21st Century woo!
I'm up all freaky early again, and today I'm getting an H1N1 vaccine and a fancy new (free) phone from Verizon. Medicine and technology yay!

I'll be working on my pedophilia paper I think until it's vaccine time. I watched L.I.E. last night with my roommate, and at this point it's probably my favorite movie ever (notice Gary with the gun in the avatar: my longest standing icon, and so versatile). I saw L.I.E. first when I was 15 or 16, about the age of the kid in the movie, and every time I see it, I notice some art I never saw before and come away with a deeper appreciation of it. I also like all the places it takes me personally, all the stages of my life it reminds me of. I saw the movie a couple times just before my mom died, and even remember telling her, "Oh this movie? It's about a kid whose mom dies," because I couldn't tell her the rest. It's got a lot of gravity for me.

It's also one of the biggest reasons (and my go-to talking point) for hating the de facto censorship of the MPAA's rating system. This movie got an NC-17 for subject matter, not content, and probably should have had a PG-13, which is what the director wanted. I saw this movie young, and I didn't die or go crazy, and with actual Parental Guidance (which these ratings are usually a replacement for), it would have been a doubly fine viewing experience. But what do kids or parents know, right? Fuck 'em.