I watched We Bought A Zoo the other day ‘coz I couldn’t sleep and it was one of those films that I figured wouldn’t push me into a weird mood. (Weird mood + no sleep = bad mood. Or eventually, weird sleep.)
It made me want to live in a world where a former reporter could buy a zoo and listen to Jónsi all day.
I didn’t really appreciate Jónsi until Cameron Crowe brought out his dappled-meadow-where-the-lions-slumber side.
Of course, I can’t afford a zoo. Or even a menagerie. Or even just a new cat.
I guess I’ll just have to listen to Jónsi all day.