Two movies: I can’t think straight and The World Unseen, deal with an unexpected relationship that develops between two women (one in present day setting, the other in 1950s South Africa). Both star the same two Indian actresses. I am intrigued.
Two documentaries: Robert Blecker Wants Me Dead and Dear Zachary, deal with prolicide/familicide (not all words are fun!). One focuses on the death penalty and the other is a much more personal work for a deceased friend. While I know I probably shouldn’t, I want to see these films mostly because I wonder what makes these kind of people tick, and what made them crack? There’s obviously a screw loose/piece missing, but I still can’t get my head around why. There is no answer and it breaks my heart.
Yeah, probably shouldn’t watch them.
Australia looks uber cheesy, and you cannot tell me that Nicole Kidman hasn’t had work done, but Hugh Jackman is delicious and I can’t resist Baz Luhrman’s theatrical productions.
Star Trek: for obvious reasons. I love how there’s a clip in the preview of Uhura pulling her shirt over her head. Mmmkay. Hailing frequencies open, indeed.
I also kind of want to see Twilight, mostly because I know it’ll be a shitfest. I read the first two books: liked the first one okay and despised the second. Couldn’t bring myself to pick up the third. Stephenie Meyer must get paid by the word because there’s a lot of filler. A LOT. I don’t give a good god damn what this broad makes her father for dinner, get on with it! And when you actively pray for the main character to die a really painful death, you know that can’t be good. I’m team Jacob, by the way. 😛
So, last weekend Z and I headed off to Sacramento while Andy went to Las Vegas for a couple of days of heavy drinking and heavy petting. He and his friends haven’t seen each other in years so I’m sure they got a little sappy. Guys do that when nobody’s looking. Seriously though, I missed Andy like crazy and we were only apart for 3 days give or take. I’m such a pansy.
I got to see a play on Thursday night: The Color Purple, with my sister and my aunt at the Sacramento Community Theatre. It would’ve been a perfect night if not for this heifa sitting in front of us, cataloging every scene (incorrectly). Finally, a guy in her row had to lean over and ask her to keep it down, to which she stuck her hand up (who says “talk to the hand” these days? So dated.) and rolled her neck and then proceeded to get crazy worked up and threatened the poor man’s life. Bethany and I bit our fists and muttered, “WOW.” Can’t say it wasn’t wildly entertaining, but I really was much more interested in the play. I have to say, now I REALLY have to see a show on Broadway. That’s what I want for my thirtieth birthday.
I wish I could’ve spent more time in Sacramento. It was a small family gathering: just my dad, Bethany, Auntie Annie and my nephew Ezra, but it was lovely just to lounge around, chat and watch the boys play together.
Ezzie gives Z a push
Grandpops with the boys
Bethany in love.
Z was so happy to see his Daddy!
Last night Andy and I sat down to watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Andy usually can’t sit through an entire episode with me; he has the same problem with IASIP as he does with The Office in that he finds it so painful that he has to get up and walk away repeatedly. Andy can’t abide stupidity/ignorance, even when it’s a fictional situation, even when it’s kind of the point. He doesn’t understand shows about idiots/assholes or people without redeeming qualities (this is the reason he can’t watch Mad Men and could never get into Six Feet Under). All these things I totally get. But here’s the thing: last night’s episode was called “Who pooped the bed?” and I almost shat myself laughing. Poop is gross. But it’s also really REALLY funny. So what does that say about me?
There’s this scene at the end of the episode where Artemis is pacing back and forth in front of the gang holding a pointer, breaking down the mystery of who did the deed. She weaves this entirely too long, complicated tale in which the entire gang is deemed guilty. Every time she would intone something like, “malnourished turd” or “two poops became one” in this Unsolved Mysteries voice I literally felt like I was going to die laughing (don’t even get me started on the flashbacks).
Anyway, you can check it out on Hulu, but don’t eat anything brown or lumpy during. While we were watching the episode Andy and I foolishly shared a bowl of chocolate ice cream that we eventually ended up chucking into the sink. Because no matter how funny it is, poop is still gross.
Filed under Good times, TV
Thank you sweet Lord! Not that moving to Canada was ever an option, but…yeah. President Obama has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? 🙂
Filed under Good times, Life
My love, do you ever dream of candy coated rain drops? You’re the same my candy rain.
It rained today. Welcome to Portland. The rain was not coated in candy. Speaking of which, Andy and I actually tried to be nice and purchased two bags of candy to give out to those little masked brats and there wasn’t ONE knock on our door. And after all those years of hiding in the basement! You give and you give and you give….
Despite the rain, we took Z out to the Pearl and bought him a new toy and book from one of those pretentious kiddie toy shops that charge an arm and a leg for colorful blocks of wood (we got him a Super Spiral Play tower, btw). I, on the other hand FINALLY got my boots. Yay!
Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!
Filed under Good times, Life