Sunday, July 31, 2005

If you haven't finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, don't read the comments, because I'm going to put a spoiler in there.

Friday, July 29, 2005

This is a special message for Christie:

I know we've argued from time to time about "my stuff" vs. "your stuff", with where we're going to hang the sword being a particular bone of contention. And I would like to go on the record right here and now that I'm fine with keeping it in the basement if it makes you happy.

I don't want this to happen to us:

As the argument escalated, John Kurceba told her to "just get the sword bitch," she told police. She lunged at her husband and stuck him.

The couple is getting a divorce, authorities said.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Sunday Brunch with The Folks

Dad: Matt Blunt has got to have the worst PR people in the history of politics.

Mom: Well, if he'd quit doing stupid stuff...

Christie: ...he'd be a Democrat.

Mom: I knew there was a reason I was so happy when you joined the family.
Nutshell Movie Reviews:

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: Read the book. Once you factor in the commercials they show you at the theater, reading the book might actually take less time than seeing the movie, and it's a lot more fun. If you can't read, know that the film version is great when it sticks close to the book, but the screenwriter decided to create a backstory for Willy Wonka that's straight out of Freud for Dummies, that just about made me want to get up and leave. It's that annoying.

Wedding Crashers: There were scenes that had me squirming in my seat, and this is yet another "romantic" film that can't tell the difference between love and selfishness, but there were scenes that had me cracking up hours later, too, so I'd call it worthwhile. I would have liked to see Christopher Walken and Vince Vaughn get into a dance-off, though. Maybe it's in the deleted scenes.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I know every homeowner has moments where they wonder what the previous owner was thinking, but I just discovered that the light in one of our closets has a 52 watt lightbulb. I guess 40 wasn't enough, but 60 was just too much. Seriously, though, where would you even buy such a thing? I know he was an electrical engineer, so do you think he had them custom made?

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

A Japanese ad for Passion of the Christ by someone who might not understand Christianity, but totally gets Christmas shopping.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Overheard at Ernie's (the best breakfast dive in Missouri):
Customer: Psst. You might wanna hitch up your jeans. You're showing pubic hair.
Waitress: Oh my god, I'm so sorry!
Customer: (Shrugging) It happens.

Overheard somewhere else, in response to recent events:
"Oh my god, the only better news would be if Karl Rove bombed London!"
Hang on a second. It's Thursday? How did it get to be Thursday? When did that happen? Why wasn't I consulted?

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Last week, I didn't read the newspaper, watch TV, or go online at all. If I wanted to know what the weather was like, I stepped out onto the deck. If I wanted to know what it was going to be like later, I looked across the lake to see what was heading our way. If I wanted to know what sort of things were happening in the world, I set my best friend's 16 month old son on my lab and read Dr. Seuss's Foot Book to him for the 17th time.

The world was too much with me for a while there, and my brain stopped being able to tell the difference between the things I could do something about, and the things I couldn't. I had to take a break, get someplace where I could see the stars, and find my bearings. I'm back now, and while I was away, terrorists bombed London, the Bush administration kept shoveling bullshit, and a hurricane hit Florida.

In much smaller news, there were no messes to clean up when I got back to work, no unexpected to-dos, the house is still here, the cats are healthy, and I can't stop smiling, even when I think of far away sufferings, though the smile turns sad, with an angry edge when I think of the morons running our country, and all the things they could be doing right, but aren't. But saving the world doesn't seem to be my road this time around, and I'm okay with that. I've got enough to do just cultivating my garden.

Luckily, that hurricane is just a summer rainstorm now, and it's been awfully dry here in the midwest.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Life is good, and I'm back, having left my monkey mind by the side of I-55 northbound.

More later, when I'm not playing catch up.

Friday, July 01, 2005

I keep running across reviews calling Mr. and Mrs. Smith the worst, most distasteful, downright morally vacant film ever foisted upon the viewing public. Huh. I kind of liked it, actually. Good action, funny dialogue, and lots of beautiful, expensive stuff getting blown all to shit.

But here's what I really liked about it (possible spoiler alert): There is a point, about three fourths of the way through, when the two main characters realize that everything they think they know about one another is a carefully constructed facade, that everyone in the world is out to get them, and that their best bet for survival is to shake hands, split up, and get on with our lives. Their response? "Fuck the world, let's stay together."

I suspect that there is a moment like that in every marriage, although with slightly less gunfire. Probably lots of moments like that. And that they both responded the way they did made them my kind of crazy, which is why this was my kind of movie.

Also, I'm leaving on my annual media fast, so I'll be away from the blog for the next week or so.