(Random) Everyday Thoughts!!

right now, i'm reading "Atlas Shrugged"

it's certainly not a love story - thank gawd, but i'm wondering where it's going.  it's kind of like a mystery novel.  But over 1,000 pages.

trying to figure out "who is john galt?"

how anyone can condense this into a movie is beyond me.

it's not like The Hobbit..

kind of racy for it's time.

this beautiful chick spreads her legs whenever she pleases.. without being married.  pretty "racy" for a
'50's  CLASSIC novel..

at least the author was honest in basically stating that women of all social statuses have been spreading their legs for rich guys since they ever knew the value of money and power..

So my much much much much much much older neighbor has tried to invite me over for coffee a few times, which I politely declined only because my creeper alert went off in my head(Not the really bad kind, just the annoyingly gross creepy old geezer staring kind) and I so happened to have other plans every time(yay me! Didn't even have to tell a harmless lie.) , though my soft side did sense loneliness and considered perhaps visiting and bringing a friend along just in case and to not assume so much, you know, that inner dialogue that really is a monologue that tells you you're exaggerating (but in the back of my mind....I just felt I knew better).

So today,he tried to invite me to some kind of festive event for this evening till the late hours, which I politely declined as I had plans, which was in fact true (but if the plans are cancelled I will plan a night watching movies for all I care). Then he told me about his wife(a relief came over me once he mentioned that, perhaps my instincts were wrong this time, perhaps I'm not as social minded as I thought?Shame on you Raisha, how dare you judge that man?) that will be joining him soon once her pending visa is granted(I was now thinking perhaps mail order bride, though I should not assume but I think I am right.), now my creeper senses were slightly tingling while I politely allowed him to finish his sentence.

He went on about how smart she was and her other qualities and I patiently listened and then out of nowhere he decided to let me know that I look very much like her (DING!DING!DING!DING!DING! (my creeper alert went off).

I was sooo right, my instincts never lie.

To be clear, I realize that old people have feelings too, but this is the old geezer with a fetish type, it's just the dialogue around it and the vibe that gives it the creeper factor.

So yea... uhm no.

My neighborly duty is fulfilled with a friendly chat outside, a smile and a wave, nothing more, nothing less, I'll be that stand-offish yet respectful neighbor.
If the price for kindness is awkwardly uncomfortable creepiness then I kindly decline.

Oh and you know those fake rain checks you pass out trying to be polite?
I hope he won't ever bring that up or that I'll have plans so I won't have to lie in order to not come across as a mean person.

#Disclaimer: I am not an ageist, I am a creepcist(was going to say creepist but according to the urban dictionary (iGoogled) I'd be calling myself a creeper.).

okay, i'm on call tonight.

just finished Atlas Shrugged.. it's a long book.. But i have to say, J.R.R. Tolkein's trilogies kept my attention with over 2500 pages..

far better than this book.

I mean really? John Galt gives a speech over the radio that in the first edition of "Atlas Shrugged" was 70 pages long.. a 70 page long speech? in small print?

i think it was a $20M dollar budget for part 1 of the movie..and it only made $4M at the box office.  i think they'd better quit while they're ahead.

Part II - only $3M at the box office.

Oy vey!




Edited by femmemuscleisback - Jan 11 2013 at 8:15pm

femmemuscleisback wrote: you know, if that guy were Chris Hemingsworth, Idris Elbis, Jason Statham, hell, i'd play stupid and fall for it.. but this old coot?  Ritle, that fossil is using some serious "retro" material.  I can't tell you how many times i've heard that line. Don't waste your time, with that health hazard.  you'd give that man a heart attack without even taking your clothes off.

#dies a thousand deaths