half of the time we're gone but we don't know where

Those fuckers (yes, fuckers) at Baseline/Hollywood/Filmtracker/Bitchass Inc. axed my login. It isn't like I was abusing it, crappos. I hadn't even tried it in months. Ugh.

So I checked in there to read all the credits for Paul Simon songwriter ones, because I had this experience during "Garden State" tonight, where they played "The Only Living Boy in New York," and I revisited my Pavlovian response to that song, which is to immediately start crying. It's been that way for as long as I can remember (and I don't know why), and so I don't listen to it much. But recently (a couple of months ago, I'd guess) I heard it. I have to think it was in a movie, And I don't remember where. But I know I started crying, just because.

So yeah, if you can tell me where I may have heard it (I just thought, "Ooh, maybe 'American Dreams' the TV show, but they aren't that far along into the decade yet. I think.)

"Garden State," that was very good stuff.

And then I went out and got drunk on an open bar at a place I like, but that plays ANYTHING by Madonna, including the freaking Evita song. Esther is no Patti LuPone, let me tell you. Even if you don't let me, I told you.

Yeah, I better go to bed now.