Lost in Translation

by ArmedGeek

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Yeah, I get that I’m pulling hind tit here as this film came out in ‘03. I JUST SAW IT THOUGH SO FUCK OFF. Essentially the movie is a nice non-sexual soulmate connection in a completely alien environment.

Could be just a matter of best-match in an alien environment.

But the two main characters really had a connection for lots of reasons.

This is why I feel so utterly alone.

The pain in the ass of the Internet is the knowing that there is someone like you out there in the world. So we’re left with our loneliness in addition to knowing that there is a soul-mate out there.

50 years ago you would not be aware of a similar personality elsewhere on the planet.

Yes, I get that I went off the rails here. Lost In Translation … there’s never been a more perfect display of non-sexual “mates” for the given environment. You’ve got two people who are utterly alone and manage to find each other. They each have needs that the other fill without more than barely a hint of sex. Everything these days seems to revolve around sex but .. life doesn’t.

Point is, I guess, that companionship can be found …. no… that soul-mates are not necessarily those you’re married to … no … that age is irrelevant …… no …. that like-souls will find each other in an alien environment …. eh, maybe …

fuck.

I’ve not seen a movie in recent history that made me feel as alone as this film and it was stil worth watching.

Girl: Apparently I beat up an Italian chick last night

by passout-princess

So, I am sure we have all had our fair share of waking up and not being able to connect those extremely blurry black dots. Well, I woke up and was told that I got into a fight with an Italian girl who very nicely complemented at the ladies and said I was beautiful, next thing i jumped her and said “why u being sarcastic?” and got into a brawl. So i walk out after being thrown around, and after throwing some Italian around (as you do, on a day2day basis), I walk out and accuse a man of looking like an ex and tried to burn a stick of Marlboro reds on his face. With his neck all clawed by me and face bruised after I threw him a punch, he leaves the club without even throwing a single insult at me.

I think I brought “drunk” to a whole new level for us ladies. Very unlady like and very unAustralian of me to do so. The best part is I dont remember a single thing, I dont remember being there, and neither do I remember seing anyone that I saw, let alone bashing up someone. Next week, was Haloween, and everyone I saw said, “hows the Italian girl?”