I tore my eyes away from the squeaking Satine long enough to raise one eyebrow. Or rather, to try to; still can’t do it. And I turned the screen a bit, yapping about cinematography, and we got to talking. Two minutes later she was watching it with me, claiming she wouldn’t stay long because she had to study, and I was handing her the headphones and saying, of course you won’t.

And then she disappeared for a bit and came back up with her friend, a birdlike girl with plastic eyes and the most artificial laugh in the world, who found her grandparents’ bodies in their backyard pool six days before leaving home. Austine restated her original opinion, her friend amiably agreed, and they both proceeded to giggle over Ewan and sing along with the Argentinean.

Dirtiness notwithstanding, they seemed to enjoy themselves. After the tango, virtue finally reclaimed them and they went off to pore over Chemistry mishmash. Me, I resumed reading about the origins of prison. So it goes.

But it does seem that whenever I watch that movie with someone, all sorts of interesting things come up… with Austine, I devoted several minutes to distinguishing who was what gender, which was interesting. With mao, it’s always all things Nini, and exploring the dark corners of the second disc. And when I made the little Gorgon sit through it (though he did come back of his own accord for another showing), there was a long debate in which I tried in vain to convince him that Audrey is not, in fact, a woman. Eventually, I gave up and said something along the lines of, “I think the general idea is that Audrey is a flaming homosexual,” whereupon my dear brother snickered and pretended to spontaneously combust. There’s no getting through to ’em sometimes… But not long afterward he happened to mention he thought the Argentinean was a little “like that,” too, which just about made my head explode. I like the Argentinean. He has potential. But I swore that if I ever got around to doing any scribbling it wouldn’t be of that kind. Stupid inspirations… Besides, I refuse to write Audrey. Scary one, he; wears way too much eye shadow. So that’s something.

I’m going to have to write again soon. I don’t think I want this particular entry hanging up front for too long.

Adieu.