Oh My Gawd how pissed would I have been if I paid good money to see Evan Almighty in the movie theater? No pun intended. And as for the movie’s message that we change the world through our own ARKs (Acts of Random Kindness), I may have missed the point, but I submit we also change the world through Acts of Random Violence. Which Dawn is calling “RVs.”
Also, Transformers did not make me want to kill myself.
It only took me two days to finish last night’s Bionic Woman! She is much less horrible when speaking in her native accent. I suggest they send her undercover as a Brit more often.
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“You get tired of running and nature has ruled my life,” she said. “And taken away my home on many occasions and I don’t want to lose it.”
And maybe, just maybe, standing her ground, looking fate in the eye might break her cycle of bad luck.
“Come on, Dawn. We’re too smart to be poor.” -Fisch
What a great, great, great movie. (Okay, a cheesy last five minutes) But wow! Double wow given that I have a deep distate for both Kevin Costner and Demi Moore.
All Quiet on the Western Front was my favorite book when I was 12. Yes, I was a creepy, sullen macabre pre-teen, who memorized passages about gory battle death and would recite them for you stone-faced and unprompted. What of it? In particular I loved the description of how the soldiers home from war felt so displaced in civilian life that they longed for the comfort of the warzone. They wanted to go back to hell. I share this for no other reason than I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my past in the last few months — but I suppose especially in the past weeks of convalescence in the ECB. To my credit, I planned for this surgery way better than the one in August. I watched no TV for the week leading up to my operation, so that a good 30 hours were stored on the DVR, I brought my Buffy comics and a boatload of books, installed some games on my laptop and stoicly faced the future.
But then there were complications, something about bad reactions to the anesthesia, and brittle tendons and pain killers not getting along with my other meds, and ill-fitting casts and four days of pure dreary darkness and miserable sobbing, where not a remote control button was pressed nor a page turned. All stoicly handled, of course, as is my way.
And once the medicines were figured out and the right leg stabilized in permanent non movitude, there were the days of incessant giggling and fascination with the word ‘word.’ In fact, I wrote a whole post about it, yet to my surprise could not find it anywhere on the blog the next day. Which was too bad, because I had some crazy graphics and animation scripted into that mamjama and I think there was a prologue written by Jimi Hendrix too. Just sayin.’
By the time I was fully back to normal, I realized no one even noticed I was missing, my blog even managed to provide itself with content while I was gone.
The world goes on though, I suppose, each one plodding along life’s journey, not me though, I’m in bed watching TV and keeping my head down.
So far, so good. All quiet.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that so that we can continue to be friends.” - Karol
I wish I remembered last season’s character connections better. Like, why are Parkman and Nathan suddenly alll Dynamic Gay Duo? How does Mohindar know Nikki in a way that doesn’t make him run screaming “no, Jessica please don’t rip my spine out and wrap it around my neck?”
I have decided that I do prefer the one minute Hiro webisodes stuck in between more interesting storylines, than to have my a half or a third of a whole episodes wasted on the Japan nonsense.
Oh, and if anyone else was up all night trying trying to figure out where they saw Micah’s copycat cousin before, rest up, you’ll never figure it out! Nah, just kidding. She was the idiot kid on the Nine who called the cops and started the stand off.
Yay, Irish accent girl is joining the show! And Veronica Mars’ character has a…well…a complicated sense of right and wrong. All in all a solid showing for our Heroes.
I hate when the Simpsons syndication moves to its all Halloween episodes format.
“Some Americans will think I’m crazy. Many people died, two prominent buildings fell, but it was neither as terrible nor as extraordinary as they think. They’re a very naive people, or they pretend to be,” she said in an interview published Sunday.
In unrelated news, some Americans do think Doris Lessing is crazy, though when compared to Nobel Laureate Yasser Arafat, she’s not completely batshit crazy.