Writing Hurt Brain

All I want to do is write a stupid review of a stupid Ashton Kutcher film. My brain stubbornly refuses to just buckle down and spit it out.

Instead, it demanded last night that I do further ‘research’ on this topic, which I dutifully performed by watching Donnie Darko and two episodes of the O.C. (how could I be *sure* that Seth and Ryan didn’t embark on a time travelling adventure, otherwise?).

And still nothing. This is almost as bad as my paper on Women and Madness in the 18th Century. I can see a map in my head of where I want to go with the article, I have my examples ready, and an interesting series of arguments to put forth.
I just can’t seem to… put forth.

Grrr.

10 thoughts on “Writing Hurt Brain

  1. Your block might have something to do with the Air Supply playing in the background… I’m just saying…

    -caellum

  2. Hrm. Maybe if I ply you with cider, it will help! And poutine! Sweet poutine! Or wine. Or something! *want. review*

    Not to mention 7th Heaven.

  3. I bought you a *very silly* get well gift on Ebay, and it came all the way from England! I am going to desperately try to remember to bring it with me when I go see Chrissy tonight, so she can give it to you on Friday. It’s sort of, um, a decor item for your room. Yeah. Decor.

    🙂

    Cider, shmider. I’m in it for the poutine. Seriously debating giving up alcohol for lent (with possible exception of St. Patrick’s day, because I’m only human).

  4. But Marla, if you give up alcohol, who will you be?

    I mean, I am cider.

    And wine

    And rye!

    Presents? Yay! I should get parasites more often. *snerk*

    *smooch*

  5. Yes, yes, I should be mocked for listening to Air Supply.

    More to the point, I should be *severely* mocked for hearing “All Out of Love” and thinking of the scene in ‘Van Wilder’ where Ryan Reynolds uses the song to seduce a pre-teen with his love-spurned pain and air guitaring skills.

    My, how the cultural elite have fallen. University letters just don’t guarantee the same pure-blood quality references and associations they used to. 🙂

  6. Doooo it… that way at least I won’t be alone in my `not Catholic – just insane’ giving up of the demon liquor for lent…

    C

  7. WHAT?

    What is the matter with you people? So help me, I will chain you both to a booth at the Den and MAKE YOU WATCH ME drink a pitcher of cider if you don’t give up this craziness, immediately.

    Hrm.

    Then again… more cider for me……

    Hrmm…..

    Don’t make me drink alone!

  8. Hey, she was a freshman! …not that that makes it much better…. still, scary that there are “adults” who are too young to have ever heard the rocking ballads of Air Supply….

    I was fake dissing, Air Supply has its place, rightfully, on road trips, performed by the wailing brother and sister duet known as “Conrad Supply”. Of course, Dao and I haven;t really been on more than one road trip and we didn;t actually hear “I’m All Out of Love”, but we would have sang our little hearts out if we had heard it.

    -caellum

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