The Forbidding Archivist

So now's the point where I sit down and review how my life has become so clusterfucked.

It's not really clusterfucked as there are no deleterious catastrophes going on in my life. But my brain, being idiosyncratic as all fuck, has this definition of clusterfucked as "everything is not proceeding exactly as how -I- want it to go" and so things are clusterfucked. Primary issues of concern:
- I am not treating my classes as seriously as I ought.
- I am allowing social things to decay precipitously. Not good.
- General wallowing in despair, apathy, and the rest.
- Not keeping up with email.

And so on and so forth. Combine this with the fact that AT&T is about to impose bandwidth caps and I find that my big schema for a permanently streaming media server is more or less kaput. Obviously, it is time to retrench, realign, and move forward. Time is growing short anyway.

So, to work. First thing of concern: I have three papers due for film class on three separate movies of my choice. Fun times. What am I going to be watching? Checking the list criteria...
+ Akira Kurosawa's Yojimbo
+ Robert Altman's Gosford Park
+ Alfred Hitchcock's Dial M For Murder

Then there's the email. God knows I've neglected my email. But I'll get to that in a bit; first, time to watch a movie.