I shoulda guessed
The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy
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In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.
Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho
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This is not at all to complain that my life is dark to begin with. But when I think about the most dramatic moment of my life, it really was funny in a dark way. And that's how they got here with my movie. Because, really, what's funnier than a hospital stay with excruciating pain? And if I had another 6 hours, I could tell you all about it. Alas, you'll have to envision it for yourselves.
Shopping Concerns
So I found an Ann Taylor Loft today (AKA nirvana), but only one blouse really jumped out at me. That is, until I tried it on. Because of the way it was cut, I looked pregnant. At this point in my life, if I wore it to work, I'd spend the next 3 weeks telling people "No, no really I'm not."
The Aristocrats
First of all, Disney has ruined me for this word, Aristo
cats was the first movie I've seen in my whole life.
Alas, that's not the movie we're talking about. Aristo
crats is about an inside joke that's mostly told for shock value between comedians. In otherwords, it's not funny. And the whole movie is THAT JOKE. We lasted just slightly longer with The Aristocrats than I did with The Ring. But The Ring scared the living daylights out of me, The Aristocrats just sorta grossed me out pointlessly.
Survey says
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So Conflicted
So I stumbled across
this article in USA Today which finds a correlation between female monogamy and the size of different species brain and testicle sizes.
Which leads to the following question: If I tell my husband that I'm totally monogamous, am I impugning his...er..size?
OpFab Week 3
Week 1 is here Week 2 is here And now we find ourselves at the end of week 3, hop on the scale and
(drumroll please)
Down .5lb from last week, so still .5lb over base. And since hydration can affect weight a pound or two, it’s hard to get joyous over that.
It’s becoming more and more obvious that I just won’t get there from here without (gulp) a diet. I had a bad feeling about this when I was looking at my fitday food info from this week. There were two days where estimated intakes exceeded estimated calories burned. So even though every other day I was working off weight, those two days were enough to blow a change
On the plus side, I did a lot better with the workouts this week, having gotten in more time already than I had last week, with still two days to go. (I track Monday – Sunday) The running sucked wind on Monday (this week is 2 min run/1 min walk, repeat 7 times), but by today that last rep was the only painful one. That’s progress. The other thing was I was doing my exercise ball sit ups, and was trying to be all focused on form. I realized I had completed 5 more than I usually do, and it didn’t hurt a bit. Woohoo for Pilates!
I sat down and used fit day to set up a mild diet. So a big portion of the work is just making sure I have a complete diet, lots of nutrition, yada yada. It also needs to be something that I can feed my husband at night. I just can’t see us sitting down with two weight watcher’s frozen dinners. But we’ll see whether this helps a bit.
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"The Devil in the White City" by Erik Larson
You will never read a better-written history book than this one. “The Devil in the White City” is the story of the Chicago World’s Fair of 1893. It starts from the moment the congress gave Chicago the World’s Fair over NY City in 1890 until the magical run of the World’s Fair. The tale follows two men. First there are the woes and tribulations of Daniel Burnham who did the yeoman’s work of making the fair come to life, despite numerous obstacles. Along the way there are the illnesses of Frederick Law Olmstead, already in his 70s, the death of a beloved partner, the political infighting, the bad weather, an economic downturn, and the short time frame. Yet they managed to produce a miracle. The White City was the world’s fair grounds eventually produced by the greatest architects of the time in a mere 3 years. The devil was H.H. Holmes a charming serial-killer, who ran the “World’s Fair hotel” upstairs and the gas chamber downstairs. Throughout all of it weaves the feel of the times – names already famous at the time, and names who became famous in part because of the World’s Fair, products that were introduced and fabulous new inventions. And best of all to leaven the mix is plenty of humor.
It’s an easy, educational, and entertaining read. Pick it up.
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Love is a slurpy puppy
Having had a most excellent day mountain biking with his dad, followed by my hubby being home until 15 minutes after I got home, the dog is now slurping away at a soup bone. It's a sweet sound to me, because being a good German Shepherd Mix, he only relaxes with a bone when he's sure that all of the perimeters are secured, and he's happy. So while slurping may be passe in the finer homes, here it's the sound of contentment.
Synchronized Stretching
The dog and I have a little deal. I get up at 6AM for work, and the faux-down quilt and the pillows are his for the rest of the day. So usually how it works is at 5:55AM, he jumps into bed, and curls up by my legs. Sort of a pre-alarm, alarm. Today, however, I got up a bit earlier, and as a result I was walking out of the bedroom before his internal alarm went off. I was in mid “reach for the ceiling” yawn and stretch when I looked down and he was in full downward dog stretch. And then I rubbed his ears, he licked my arm, and we went about our proper fulfillment of the day.
All Right, People
Look, it's time we had a talk. You - skulking off to another blog - get back here. NOW.
Here's the deal. In general I don't discuss politics or religion. Religion happens more than politics, but that's part of the territory because my brother is becoming a priest. So I spend time heading off the inevitable priest pedophilia jokes. I find it's best if people know up front that my brother is in the seminary because it spares me grinding my teeth to a nub at some point during the evening.
But this politics thing
Look, we're probably friends because we value some similar things. The problem is that we don't always agree on how to get there. So when you're proclaiming from the rooftops how right and obvious this is...well... that may not be the case. And it's putting me in a position of either outright contradicting you, or else squirming in silence and resenting that I have to squirm in silence. Depending on how bad the PMS is, you could get either of those reactions.
Today's adventure was a friend telling me how horrified she was that a co-worker of ours has a toy tank sitting on his desk along with the pictures of his kids. First of all, the man is ex-military, I think he's probably earned the right to put a freakin' tank on his desk should he so desire. Secondly,
my dad is not
only ex-military, he also is a Boeing/McDonnell Douglas employee. I was raised by the military industrial complex. I tried for a ROTC scholarship, all the way to the point of having the medical exams. I had pictures of F-15s, Harriers, and Phantoms in my dorm room. I considered aeronautical engineering as a degree in college. And all I could do was squirm, mention Dad working for Boeing, and change the subject at the soonest possible time.
Just stop it. Let's reach an agreement. We can agree that we want some basic things:
Equality for all men and women
Food for the hungry
Homes for the homeless
Jobs for everyone
Good quality of life
But I don't really want to have you impose on me the means to get there. That's what the voting booth is for. Use it, and keep it a secret.
It is that good
We finished "Enron: The Smartest Men in the Room", and it's awesome. Who would believe a two hour documentary on accounting scandal would actually be able to hold my attention. But there we have it. Add it to Netflix...
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Movie marathon
So while the rest of the world watches the football conference championships, we are curled up with a bunch of movies. We'll see what happens. So far we've watched "Live from Las Vegas: Ron White, Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall" (take a pass, poor production quality, and rehashed material). And now we're working on "Enron: The Smartest Men in the Room" which is amazingly fascinating considering it's a tale of corporate corruption. But it has everything - power hungry execs, the accountant who divorces his wife and runs off with a stripper, the guy who commits suicide, and great commentary via the background music. Loved "Son of a preacher man" for Ken Lay's upbringing portion. Unless the 2nd half really tanks, I give it a big thumbs up.
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Seasons
What a weird freakin' winter this has been. When I moved here from Houston, I thought "Seasons! That will be a refreshing change!" And then after a year, I realized that apparently I had burned a few too many brain cells. So when I refer to this winter as weird, it's not precisely a complaint.
I am a warm weather person. And because we live in an old drafty duplex that I wouldn't trade for anything, it costs about a million dollars a month to keep the temperature at a nice, toasty, 55 degrees. So when the temperature hits a balmy 45 in January, I hear the Ka-CHING of a dropping gas bill. When it stays at 45 for weeks and weeks, I start planning the trip to Europe. But the downside is, we're now in that never-never land of a season that is common to Houston. Not really truly winter, more like "not fall" (here) or "not summer" (Houston). I'm not sure what to do with this. Dressing is sort of confusing because temperature rises and falls on a whim. It's totally odd.
But I still don't need sub freezing temps to make me happy. Bring on the not-fall, I'm ready!
What's at Stake
Interesting. A man named Rod Dreher who writes for the Dallas Morning News is in a debate with Ramesh Ponnuru et al of National Review over whether there should be stricter environmental controls of some cement plants south of Dallas. I like Rod, he's a bit of a bomb thrower, but a lot closer to my views than some of the more extreme types at
NRO. I respect Ramesh a LOT, this is a very educated, intelligent (no they aren't the same thing) man.
But anyway, Ramesh is aggravated because Dreher was talking about how this wasn't an abstraction for him, because he has a child with asthma. He's noting at his kids soccer games how many children are running to the sidelines with inhalers. To which another NROnik notes that there's an increase in children with asthma in NYC as well where there's almost no manufacturing. Yet another chimes in with the note that pollution triggers asthma attacks those who already have it, but doesn't cause asthma.
My question to the Corner crowd would be - how sure are you? Is it possible that those kids would be relatively asyptomatic without the pollution from those plants? At best, the debris from the plants isn't helping. And what it comes down to is, are you SURE enough of the stats that you would play dice with your own children's health? Because essentially that's what they're telling Dreher he should do. And quite honestly, having ridden on smoggy days in Houston, and felt my
healthy lungs burning from the pollution, I can understand while he would feel the urge to take action locally.
That's not to say that Ramesh doesn't have a fair stake in this question, or that people who are one step removed from the process shouldn't have input. I just think while it would be unfair to discount Ramesh's opinion for not having a child with asthma, it's also unfair to poopoo input from someone who has the most to lose.
Saints and Soldiers
And the verdict is...
Yawn.
There's really nothing to this movie-of-the-week movie. If you don't like war flicks, you'll hate it. If you do like war flicks, you'll recognize every cliche'd role in this. Ultimately it was mildly entertaining, but not worth a special trip to see.
Pass.
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Operation Flabulous – Week 2
UP a pound? How is this possible? I understand that I haven’t burned 3500 calories in a workout, but UP a pound?!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I am so totally beating my head against the desk. Sigh.
Ok, now for the reality check. I haven’t improved my eating habits. I ate crappy breakfasts on Mon & Tues, but was saved Wed-Fri by the continental breakfasts offered at the Embassy Suites where my work training class is being held. Bagel, fruit, no problem. Alas, there’s also soda instead of powerade, mid-afternoon snacks, and a large lunch. So the net was probably not good. On the plus side, we only ate out once this week (well, we’ll make it twice tonight, but still…), and I just had a grilled chicken sandwich. NEXT WEEK is the big week. If I haven’t lost any weight by next weigh in, then I’m officially going to have to start dieting. I was hoping to avoid that just because I want to get myself in a position to eat/drink/exercise in a way that will let me maintain the proper weight. But I need to get to the proper weight first, and if I can't work my way down to that, I'm just going to have to give in and get there, then improve habits.
Dammit.
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Dear Frankie
I don't know why I had such high hopes for this particular movie. It sounded good, sounded like a sweet romance. But it turned out to be a whole lot of time to really go nowhere. There really was no final realization on the part of the main characters, and a real bust on the romance from. I wouldn't recommend this one.
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Belated Happy Anniversary
It's just a little over 3 years ago that we brought home a skinny 5 month old puppy with tails, ears, and paws too big for him. His tail was skinny and ratty, and portions of him looked like they were on loan from another, bigger dog. As my husband says, all he needed to complete that teenage look was braces and acne.
The wonderdog was the bright spot at the end of a really LONG year that ended with my husband's father dying. So at Christmas time, sort of simultaneously, I decided to get him a puppy and he decided to campaign for a puppy. We walked dogs at a local shelter, and spent days checking out various dog shelters around the area, and surfing the web. Finally, I stumbled over
Petfinder.com and there was our boy. But it wasn't all home free at that point. For one thing, there were 6 cute 6 week old aussie shepherd/black lab puppies 2 cages over. My poor husband, it was his dog, but I totally overrode him on the puppies. There was just something about our boy, that made me want to take him home. For another, we hadn't precisely cleared it with my landlord. So even after finding him, we still had to leave him at the shelter while we went home and got proof that it was ok to have our marauding puppy in my house. The problem is that until you sign the paperwork, the dog is not yours in the shelter world. We were lucky in that the shelter was closed the next day (although it didn't FEEL lucky at the time) which allowed us to get our act together and come back the following day. We were there when the place opened, and my husband sat in the cage with our new family member until the last i was dotted and the last t crossed. (The dog was staying with me, so I had paperwork duties) He sat there and snarled at anyone who even looked at fuzzbutt for roughly two hours, although the staff finally took pity on him and let him walk the monster around outside in the snow.
And thus began a rewarding and educational three years. Three painful years for our friends, I'm sure, since they have to listen to endless "cute Fred" stories and "clever Fred stories" and of course the "cute and clever Fred" stories. But it's ok, we break it up by showing them "cute Fred" pictures.
Our first big learning experience came 10 days in, when our puppy started throwing up. A lot. And that was the education into the phrase "sick as a dog". He lay on our kitchen floor, trembling, while we helplessly fluttered around him. Finally my husband got in touch with one of his teammates who is an emergency vet, and she told him to give Fred Pepto Bismal. You'd be amazed how hard it is to get Pepto into a puking puppy using a spoon. There were pink smears on the walls, the floor, my tennis shoes. But finally we got enough down that he stopped throwing up. My husband moved the puppy onto the sleeper sofa, and slept with him there all night. The next morning we took him to the vet who gave him assorted shots, including one to settle nausea. We realized the next day he had worms, and since it was Sunday when we figured it out, Monday we were back at the vet.
The good news is that since then, he's been a happy healthy dog.
Happy anniversary, Fred!
The Quaker Weight Loss Plan
Quaker has oatmeals called Quaker Supreme. The banana walnut sounded awesome, so I did what I usually do here at work - filled a coffee cup with oatmeal and added water. The Supremes require you to microwave for 90 seconds, and when I opened the door, everything except for an ounce spilled out of the cup and into the microwave. Then I immediately tried to clean it up which involved my burning my hands.
That last ounce was good though.
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Mmmm, chocolate
Can we all agree that
Mayor Nagin of New Orleans is a waste of space? The man wants New Orleans to be a chocolate town - which means he wants segregation. Let's call a spade a ... scratch that. Racial prejudice exists on BOTH sides of the black white divide (a good friend of mine who is white and married a black man can give examples should you so desire). Good of Mayor Nagin to beat us over the head with that.
Mad Hot Ballroom
Do I start every single movie post with "Wow, this was better than I thought?" I think this is holdover from the death march through the AFI Top 100. The learning experience from that was highly acclaimed doesn't mean enjoyable. Learning experience part deux was that I was surprised at which movies I truly enjoyed - a 1939 John Wayne Western, a 1950's Katherine Hepburn/Humphrey Bogart flick, a 1940s coming home from war movie, 1960s "Lawrence of Arabia". So when I like a movie I wasn't sure I wanted to watch, it's always kind of exciting.
This was cool, because it was fun. It follows grade school kids in NYC who are taught and compete in ballroom dance. It's funny, it's exasperating when one of the kids drops out, and it makes me want to rush out and brush up on the dance class I took...um...6 years ago. Ok, maybe it would just be re-learn, after 6 years it isn't brush up. Anyway, it's fun to watch the kids transform from a group that doesn't want to touch each other and who can't keep their shirts tucked in. By the last scene, many are young ladies and gentlemen who are quite good. Alas, probably the most profound thing said in the movie is from one of the dance instructors who talks about when she sees one of her former dance pupils out on the streets, just becoming another thug. Unfortunate proof that it won't make a difference to everyone. But while you're watching the movie, you hope along with the kids that they'll turn out to be fabulous ballroom dancers or lawyers or whatever it is they talk about in the movie. Happy, uplifting, and fun.
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The Banquet
We had a very out of character outing this weekend. We went to (gasp) a bar. Ok more specifically, there was an end of the year "banquet" (aka, heavy hors d'oeuvres, awards, retire to a bar), which was a complete blast. Everyone got buzzed, and talked and found out things about each other that you just don't learn sporting helmets and jerseys. We found out the tall, skinny master's racer used to be a bouncer. He was giving me pointers on how to throw a punch since our friend who's into punk rock decided that that night was my first time to throw a punch. (I didn't). We found out that my hubby's joizy friend is moving to Colorado at the end of February. We found out that hubby isn't the only one to quit the road team he was on, and essentially the other people leaving quit for the same reasons. We gave another joizy friend a hard time because he was text messaging his new girlfriend on the way home from the party - about 30 times in half an hour. It was a great time. Hubby was the only one not buzzed and silly, but he still enjoyed the silliness anyway.
We were also lucky to stay with a friend and his family, and really enjoyed seeing them. We were very close to a big park, and Saturday I figured I'd get Fred out for a long walk in the wet/rain. Alas, we were 10 minutes in when I got the call from the bike ride. Three guys went out, and got 6 flats. Can you say unheard of? Each had brought one tube, and a rescue was needed. The good news is that from the park, it was closer to where the guys were. The bad news is I already had a mountain bike and a dog. So we crammed four bikes, four people, a HUGE race bag, and an antsy dog into an Accord with a roof rack for two. Truly an impressive add for Honda. And fun and silly as well.
And now the temperature has officially dropped and we can declare winter back.
Project Fabulous
Today was the end of week one of Project Fabulous (ok, I actually didn’t have a name for it until I started working on this entry). In other words, I started working out, and started paying attention to the foods I eat. I’m not quite mentally ready to commit to a hardcore diet, although if I don’t see a change in a few weeks after making tweaks to my current eating habits, that may be the next step. Anyway, while my exercise this week is no where near bike racer level (Hi, Sweetie!), so far this week I’ve worked out 3 hours. I got on the scale to anticipate the fabulous body I surely must have after 2 quality hours of exercise, and…
(moves scale weights around)
Nothing. Not a damn thing. I weigh every bit as much this week as I did last week. Maybe more. (I was a bit dehydrated last week on weigh in, but I refuse to count ounces…)
ARGH!
But I went and worked out anyway, and thought about the results. This week’s diet tweaking focus was dairy (cutting way back) and salad dressings. When I get salads at work, 1.5 oz of T Marzetti’s Ranch Dressing: 220 calories. 1.5 oz of T Marzetti’s Fat-Free Ranch Dressing: 40 calories. Now I have to admit that I don’t like the fat-free as much, but I don’t hate it enough to consume 160 additional calories. Anyway, these are the kinds of thing that will keep me from gaining, but don’t do much to help me lose weight. Then when you figure a fairly aggressive allotment of calories expended says that I would have burned 250-300 calories/hour, well I would have burned 500-600 calories this week. But it takes 3500 calories to lose a pound.
So that kicked in the math geek in me. Using 300 calories/hour, if I make no changes to my diet and workout EVERY day based on my current plan, I’ll lose 8lbs before the honeymoon. That would require that I
A) Work my %&*(# off EVERY day
B) Not take a rest day between now and March 26.
Fat chance. I'm no longer athletic enough do this with a crappy diet on exercise alone.
Next week’s goal is to cook at home more, and have oatmeal for breakfast.
By the way, after my workout when I was changing, I swear the stomach flab waved at me in the mirror.
ARGH!
Labels: Fab-Flab
Cool things in Iraq
For those of you who, like me, supported the war and Iraq, and also trend towards green environmentally, The Anchoress has a great story about a project called
"Eden Again". This has to do with repairing the damage done to the swamplands in Iraq by Saddam Hussein. Good story, worth a read.
Bronx Tale
This was one of those "What the heck, I might as well" movies off of Netflix. They recommneded it, and because at the time there were only about 200 DVDs on the list, I bit. It's very, very good. It's not going to replace the Godfather, but I thought the quality of this movie was amazing given I'd never heard of it. Robert DeNiro plays an Italian bus driver in the Bronx who essentially battles with Chazz Palminteri, the local mob boss, for the direction of his son's life. The catch is that the son idolizes the mob boss, and the family lives two doors from the local mob hangout. Written by Chazz Palminteri, directed by Robert DeNiro, and amazing all around. Very recommended.
Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (2005)
Hubby and I went with our militant atheist friend (maf) to see this movie. Yes, yes, I know that it probably wasn’t our smartest combination of movie and philosophy, but in our defense “SHE STARTED IT!” Anyway, the movie was excellent, following the book as closely as I can remember. (Yes, I will add it to the reading list). The kids were great actors (you’ve probably already heard the raves for “Lucy”) – not a “young Skywalker” in the bunch. The CGI was impressive, especially with the faun, but I found it just a little off with Aslan. He was actually distracting to me because he was a great creation but didn’t quite move like a real lion. Piddly nit picking thing, but noticeable to me nonetheless. (And now noticeable to you if you watch the movie later. For my next trick, quit thinking about your tongue.)
Afterwards, maf asked “what was all of the hullabaloo about this being a Christian movie”? I’m assuming that she didn’t know that CS Lewis wrote it as a Christian allegory? Anyway, hubby was walking behind me with her, so I pretended I didn’t hear, and he ducked the question. To me, as a Catholic, and to him, as a Baptist, the parallels were clear.
******WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD**********
You aren’t reading this if you haven’t seen the movie or read the book, are you? Are you??
The scene of the two girls walking with Aslan part of the way to his sacrifice at the hands of the white witch was clearly (to me, anyway!) the garden of Gethsemane. During the sacrifice scene, they tied up and shaved Aslan (Stripping & beating), and then of course the actual sacrifice. The two little girls act as the women at the cross, cleaning him up and preparing him for burial. And finally, when Aslan rises from the dead, the stone in the temple splits in two (like the curtain of the temple in the bible).
That’s it, you can resume reading
******END SPOILERS ***************
And that is a cursory response to watching the movie. I remember that there’s a whole thing around the gifts given to the children, but right off, through a haze of crazed sinuses, I can’t remember what that is.
Go see it - if MAF & we can agree it's a good movie, at the very least you can be comfortable that it's not going to offend you. And really, it's a good movie.
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Great Moments in Pilates History
I spent 30 min this morning doing Pilates with the dog lying down where my head was supposed to go, licking my arms every time they came near him, and walking under my legs when I had them in mid-air. Anna Caban would impress me if she could do the same. Bring it, sister!
Movie-a-rama
Ok, I've watched a boatload of movies in the last few days, so brief thoughts:
Down with Love I loved it - really thought it was a clever dig at those late 50s/early 60s flicks. Just different and cute.
The Gift What a waste of an amazing cast. It's got Cate Blanchette, Keanu Reeves, Giovanni Ribisi...and it's as boring as any movie of the week. Thumbs down.
Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou What an odd little flick. Another amazing cast with Bill Murray, Angelica Houston, Owen Wilson. Not really a big deal for me, but it appears that those who love it LOVE IT as it's on more than a few people's Top Ten list. A cult fav.
Bottle Rocket Another odd Owen Wilson/Luke Wilson movie. Funny, quirky, and if you like this movie, you'll probably be inclined to like Life Aquatic.
Runaway Jury John Cusack once again plays John Cusack, this time in a John Grisham movie that chose to go after a completely different group than the book. (The book: Cigarettes. The movie: Guns) I'll let you know as soon the movie ends how it is...we're about 10 minutes in right now.
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Pride & Prejudice (2005)
I've never seen this movie in any of it's incarnations, or read the book, even though it's a fav with my MIL. She named her dog Darcy after Mr Darcy in this book, although now I know enough to realize that he's more of a Bingley. There's just not a bit of brooding in the dog. But I digress
This movie has no car chases or sex. What it does have is Keira Knightley's collar bones (someone get that girl an Oreo, stat!) and lots and lots of romance. I watched it on a dark and pouring rain kind of day, and it precisely fit the bill, I'm ready for another round of viewing. Not bad given my lack of interest in anything like a period piece. This is a chick flick in the purest sense of the word, and I highly recommend it for those purposes. But be kind, don't drag your man along, he really doesn't want to see this.
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Global Warming
My friend Ang sent this one, and it makes me laugh. I can't say where it came from, but it's still funny!
Resolutions 2006
Ok, so since I didn't do well on all of my NY resolutions last year, so a few of them are coming back for another round.
Save $X+50% by the end of the year This is sort of a stretch goal, we'll see how I do.
Lose 10lbs This will take some time since I have no willpower when it comes to food.
Clean up the Back Room And this time I mean it!
Read the book of Sirach This isn't hard, I just need to be disciplined enough to sit down and do it. And it isn't a NY resolution but I'm also reading a book called "The Dharma of St Benedict" which is a Buddhist take on one of the seminal works of Catholic monasticism. Not a resolution, but should be interesting. I'm reading it with a friend who's buddhist, so I'm hoping that it will make for an interesting exchange of ideas.
So far I can't think of a good physical ny resolution. I think my competitive days are about done, so I won't line up any tris. So one more resolution will follow, although it probably won't qualify as NY resolution.
My Date with Drew
This is a cute little documentary which I dragged my feet on watching, and then thoroughly enjoyed. The premise is that the hero is completely broke, but won $1100 on a game show. He decides to use that money to record his quest to get a date with Drew Barrymore. But since he knows neither Drew nor anyone closely related to Drew, it's going to take a bit of work if he's going to succeed. It's worth a watch!
In the hopper for today or tomorrow (Cheers to not having to go back to work until Tuesday!):
A Bronx Tale
Down with Love
The Gift
Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Legends of the Fall
Another episode and a half of Firefly
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Awesome Quote
This quote from
Thomas Merton is just perfect given today's political climate:
So instead of loving
What you think is peace,
Love others
And love God above all
And, instead of hating the people
you think are warmongers,
hate the appetite and the disorder
in your own soul,
which are the causes of war.
If you love peace, then hate injustice
hate tyranny, hate greed -
but hate these things in yourself
not in another
Kudos to whoever assembles the church bulletin, that's perfect.
