So...

It's my night off and I'm watching The Cell--more like listening to it while I work on things online, here, really. Anyway, it always pisses me off slightly when I watch this movie, thinking about all of the things they could've done with this that they didn't. If you've not seen it, it's a thriller about people who have to (through VR-like technology) venture into the mind of a catatonic cerial killer (played by Vincent D'Onofrio) to find out the location of a girl he kidnapped before the mechanized thing he puts his victims into kills her. Good premise, right? It could've been an epic adventure, with all kinds of depth and psychology and throught-provoking underpinnings. What we got was a cerial killer movie that just happened to have really darkly-gorgeous and surreal scenery during the 1/2-or-a-bit-less of the movie they actually spent in the psycho's mind. 

They had a pool with a good 12-foot deep end and didn't let us go in past 4 feet. *headdesk*  It's like being promised good sex only to be denied orgasm.  Some people have a fetish about that... I ain't one of them.  I want to see this movie redone and redone right, dammit!  *hits the script-writer over the head and steals his typewriter*

Musing, heh...

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): It's an excellent time to seek out a more intimate relationship with your muse. I'd love to see you two develop a deeper commitment to each other. And if for some bizarre reason you don't have a muse or have lost touch with your muse, it's a perfect moment to correct that intolerable situation. And don't tell me that
you're not an artist or writer or musician, and therefore don't need a muse. *Everyone* needs a muse, even soccer moms and homeless mimes. Especially these days, your well-being depends on the unpredictable inspirations that can best be provided by a person or spirit or luminary who captivates your imagination and drives you crazily sane with mysterious revelations.


*nods* Fine advice, certainly. The tricky thing is that my muse is tied to my inner child rather inextricably, and there are times I need that not to be in control (and when I really let the muse out--when I do my best work--in control is exactly what it is. It's like being possessed, being a conduit. I do not create art, I do not write literature, I channel it. ). Back to the subject: for instance, my inner child is much too preoccupied with how pretty the sun looks on the trees, among other, subtler things, to be allowed out when I drive. :-| And when I am forced to lock it away, for the sake of both of our safety so to speak, it likes to pout, and I have to bribe it to forgive me and come back out to play. My muse is very spoiled. :-| So, the question would be how to make my relationship with my muse more intimate without letting it walk all over me...