8 Women
Following N's suggestion to rent a French film, the four of us settled in with our respective mugs of Spanish hot chocolate to watch 8 Femmes - a murder-mystery-movie-musical (how's that for alliteration?).
Shortly after throwing myself at N (quite literally) on the couch while simultaneously managing to molest K's sexy PowerBook, JCN was kind enough to start the movie in order to distract attention from my clumsiness. Totally unprepared for what was to unfold in front of my eyes for the next 111 minutes, I was pleasantly surprised over and over (and over) up until the very last moments of the film. Although certain elements seemed a bit off to me, it proved to be quite an enjoyable experience ... and it made me realize how important it is to watch certain films with certain people. Last night, in fact, was one of those instances when I cannot imagine watching that film (and enjoying it so much) with any other group of friends.
Delving into the topic of stickering with N on the walk home, I realized that I really see no difference between people slapping up stickers to publicize their events/products/websites on streetposts/signs/mailboxs and corporations putting up advertising in bus stops. Isn't it all just a question of scale? However, while being an insomniac later in the night, I came up with the excellent idea of throwing underground parties, changing their location each week, and embedding the information in RFID tags located in stickers. Then, people could go around with their PDAs and 'read' the stickers to find the secret location of each week's party. To the average person, the tag looks like a regular sticker and is likely to be overlooked -- it just doesn't get any more exclusive! Then ... well, then I came to the realization that I was a big geek and went to sleep.
Shortly after throwing myself at N (quite literally) on the couch while simultaneously managing to molest K's sexy PowerBook, JCN was kind enough to start the movie in order to distract attention from my clumsiness. Totally unprepared for what was to unfold in front of my eyes for the next 111 minutes, I was pleasantly surprised over and over (and over) up until the very last moments of the film. Although certain elements seemed a bit off to me, it proved to be quite an enjoyable experience ... and it made me realize how important it is to watch certain films with certain people. Last night, in fact, was one of those instances when I cannot imagine watching that film (and enjoying it so much) with any other group of friends.
Delving into the topic of stickering with N on the walk home, I realized that I really see no difference between people slapping up stickers to publicize their events/products/websites on streetposts/signs/mailboxs and corporations putting up advertising in bus stops. Isn't it all just a question of scale? However, while being an insomniac later in the night, I came up with the excellent idea of throwing underground parties, changing their location each week, and embedding the information in RFID tags located in stickers. Then, people could go around with their PDAs and 'read' the stickers to find the secret location of each week's party. To the average person, the tag looks like a regular sticker and is likely to be overlooked -- it just doesn't get any more exclusive! Then ... well, then I came to the realization that I was a big geek and went to sleep.
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