Last night I went to the video rental store and looked for something to watch or rewatch. I walked past Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, Chicago, The Two Towers, The Italian Job, Hulk, Legally Blonde 2, 28 Days Later, The Hours, Terminator 3, Hollywood Homicide, Willard, Anger Management, The Core, Bulletproof Monk...my film-freak cred is slipping away. None of these motivated me to pick the box up off the shelf. I've seen the first four already; so far haven't felt like watching any of them again, though I'll probably rewatch The Italian Job at some point. Movies are coming and going in the theaters and I say ehhh. Still haven't watched the second half of "Lineage" either.
Sudden changes in personality can be symptomatic of a brain tumor, I understand.
Very shortly I'm going to sit down at my computer and write. I swear by all that is holy that I will write at least...one sentence!
Sudden changes in topic. Has anyone read this book called "Beautiful Bodies"? I picked it up in Target in Grand Forks, looking for something to read. I read the first chapter and it's just so single-hetero-womanly (the joy of sex! the angst of loft-space!) I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep my eyes open long enough to make it through the remaining 300 pages. Does it get better?
By the way, you may have heard the term "chick lit" and thought to yourself, "Here's a dismissive genre label under which a diverse and respectable collection of works is getting unfairly lumped." But you apparently have not visited the books section of a Target Superstore yet. They had a whole section of shelf turfed off for their chick lit collection, rows of desperately kicky books squeezed together side by side like thin, glossy girls at a cocktail party. Some were part of a series, as cookie-cutter as kids' books--The Flighty Shopper, or something like that. The Flighty Shopper Finds Love! The Flighty Shopper Buys Shoes! The books section as a whole was kind of tragic. The Target Superstore was easily the size of three or four high school football fields. The books section was about the same size as your average SUV. I'm not even joking.
In other news, Spike needs a new boyfriend. Viggo died and Spike spent a while cuddling with Liam Neeson, but he seems to be craving someone new. Fickle little pansy. Who should Spike's next hunk of man-love be? Cast a write-in ballot in the Deranged Fantasy Head Elections, now taking place in the State of Anna.