interlude--Sorry...I Suck.

So, I've been away for a while. I've been meaning to put something up...I actually get around to writing something and my computer dies, or something comes up, or I hate what I wrote. I know you don't give a shit, Gentle Reader, but hey, suck it up and deal.

1) I liked ELEKTRA okay. It wasn't the greatest movie ever, but it was okay.
2) LEMONY SNICKET kicks all sorts of ass. It was way better than I expected.
3) HOUSE, M.D. is all sorts of awesome. Hugh Laurie is my new Imaginary Boyfriend. Being in an Imaginary British Sandwich with him and Imaginary Boyfriend Simon Cowell would be awesome.
4) BTW, Paul Rudd is my new Imaginary Best Friend With Possibilities.
5) I'm just coming to realize I haven't seen very many movies in the theaters. I will be seeing CONSTANTINE, I swear. Keanu Reeves is, after all, my Imaginary Sexual Plaything.
6) I did see the documentary SPELLBOUND on DVD, about the Scripps National Spelling Bee. It was as depressing as you would expect, watching over 200 12-year-olds spell words you've never heard of. The Husband and I broke out the dictionary and tried to follow along. There was an awesome word which was the medical term for the subcutaneous bleeding that causes bruises, but I forgot what it was.
7) I MISSED THE ABC DOCUMENTARY ON UFOS!!!! I hate myself.
8) Remember, kiddies, Lent doesn't last forever. Get your awesome Wendy's Fish Sandwich while you can.
9) I restarted therapy and it's all sorts of awesome. I'm taking mega-amounts of Prozac, and I feel like a million bucks, thanks for asking. I have begun eating mayo again, because I've somehow overcome my fear of it, and I actually ate a plate of spaghetti which had meat sauce on it (even though I picked the meat out). Many of you will not appreciate the significance of this breakthrough, but suffice it to say, I have OCD which has caused many very strange habits/fears/beliefs/actions/non-actions and it's amazing to be able to watch a news program on the Asian Bird Flu and have only two thoughts:
a) I don't have it nor do I think I do, and
b) Why aren't they talking about the Michael Jackson trial?
Normally I would spend my day at the computer, trolling the net for the latest information on signs and symptoms of Asian Bird Flu, so that I could be assured I don't have it and also that I would know what to look for in case I had it. It was this sort of thing that led me to become a vegetarian: obsessive fear of Mad Cow Disease. While I doubt I will be chowing down on a Big Mac any time in the near future, it's nice that my afternoons are now anxiety-free for other pursuits, namely trolling the web for naked pictures of Hugh Laurie. Not that I do that sort of thing. Because I don't. Except that I totally do.
10) Before you see CURSED, check out GINGER SNAPS. Though I haven't seen CURSED yet, although I might go and see it, I think I can safely say at this point in time that GINGER SNAPS is a billion times better.
11) It's sad when you've reached that time of the day when you've checked out all your web sites at least fifty times, and they haven't updated, and you've run out of things to read. Hence why I do this now. The Internets should spontaneously update when I mentally command them to.
I guess I should get back to work.

tidbits--MY AWESOME DREAM LAST NIGHT

I know I've been promising movie reviews, but I've been sick and busy. Alternately and at the same time. But the dream I had last night was awesome and I want to share.

I had this weird dream that Robert De Niro was in love with me, but my Japanese parents disapproved. By the way, I am not Japanese.

It was really weird because in my dream I was having this really bad day...all these horrible things were happening to me: the restaurant messed up my order, I got someone's drink dumped on me, I'd had a fight with my real life parents. I had a female relative that was younger than my deceased grandmother but older than my mom, and this new relative had Alzheimer's and she was very violent towards me and I was tired of dealing with it. So I left to go get a coffee, and I couldn't find one anywhere, no one had the drink I wanted, per my day. So I was really upset, and Robert De Niro saw me and took pity on me and took me to his apartment where he did ink paintings and had lots of hanging beads instead of doors, and a great view, and he wanted to have sex but I felt I couldn't because of The Husband. And then all of a sudden I had Japanese parents who didn't like De Niro because he had served in WW2 and they felt he mocked their culture. With his ink paintings and hanging beads, I guess. They wanted me to come with them, but I wanted to be with De Niro because he was the only person who'd shown compassion and concern for me on my bad day. So I ran back to his apartment and I was wearing a geisha dress and those awesome Japanese flip-flop shoes but with socks, and there were women who were praising my ethnic authenticity.
De Niro is very well endowed, by the way, at least in my subconscious.