What was I doing all the time that I could have been writing and creating something unique from the fertile cropland of my gigantic brain? Watching loads of movies/TV shows, I’m afraid. And they are:
Gilmore Girls: Season 1
Love it. Smart dialogue, mildly obscure literary and classic movie references that I don’t quite get, small town living that reminds me of where I live. The show also begs the question: What would I be doing if I had a 10-year-old daughter in my life right now? For some reason the word slave keeps popping up in my head, wanting to be the answer.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Not only is the movie dark and moody and wonderful, the special features disk kicks ass. Don’t you hate “special features” that only offer trailers for your
Welcome to the Dollhouse
I’m going to kill the person that suggested the movie to me. Stupid. But maybe that’s because I didn’t have such a hard time in junior high; I can’t relate or something. Whatever, complete waste of 87 minutes.
The Chronicles of Riddick
The only thing I liked about this movie was Vin Diesel. And only his voice, at that. Where the first movie was SciFi in a comfortably acceptable way, this movie was over the top SciFi complete with Judi Dench as an Air Elemental (which the former Magic: The Gathering player inside me reluctantly found mildly somewhat interesting), Vin as a Furian (which is the worst obvious name for a race ever- “Furians, these are the Angrians. Meet the Maddikins but don’t talk to the PissedOffians, they’re not very friendly…”) and Kyra played by an actress who looked far too old to be 17-years-old. Interestingly enough, if you’re an Angel fan, the actress played Kyra is the one who played Gwen Raiden (red leather pants, electro-shock powers) in Season 4.
In bookish news, I’m moderating this month’s discussion over at BookBlog. I’ve chosen Christopher Moore’s The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror because it’s that time of the year.
The cleaning and knitting has continued, with knitting coming out the clear victor. I vacuumed this past Sunday and that’s about all I can handle for a while. Although, the tub has been begging to be cleaned for a while now but I keep telling it, “You get cleaned every day- every time I wash my glorious body!” But he goes, “Yeah, but you’re filthy.” And I’m like, “Am not!” But he goes, “Are too.” And I should probably stop talking to my bathtub but the microwave and I had a huge fight (you don’t even want to know what he did to my Thanksgiving leftovers) and we’re not on speaking/button pressing terms anymore.