does it make me a bad person that i thought "dirty harry" was a really stupid movie?
i watched it the other day with daniel, and i tried to get into it, i really did. i love classic movies, i love predictable plot lines, i love the "gruff cop with a heart of gold," i love outdated slang, and i love when they say, "one hundred thousand dollars?????!!!" like the sniper asked for nine hundred million dollars. (granted, one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money, but... you get my point.) however, this movie did NOT hold my attention at all. and there's a scene where i heard someone behind the camera cough. i thought it was lame. perhaps it's my age talking, or perhaps it's my ignorance. or perhaps it was a really lame movie.

also, daniel and i recently saw "the exorcism of emily rose." i'm not going to lie, it was terrifying. it was very good, but there were moments where i was about ready to pee myself. i remember a specific point in the movie where i was hunched up in my "i'm-scared-shitless" position, and daniel looked over and laughed at me for being scared. and then something quite startling happened in the movie and he jumped five feet. i can safely say that incident scores a point for me and my fellow pussies.

thirdly, "serenity" comes out tomorrow. i just recently jumped upon the "firefly" bandwagon after watching a marathon of all eleven episodes and falling desperately in love (goddamn it) with captain malcolm reynolds, but i must say, i'm very very close to wetting-my-pants excited about this movie. i never got into "buffy" but joss whedon seems to know what's up.


in real news, my grandmother came home from the hospital yesterday, which is quite the relief to all of us, herself included. her chemotherapy begins in three weeks, and while i'm not sure i'm going to be here for it, i'm glad she's able to get in as soon as she is. also, in all seriousness, please don't ask me when i'm coming home, because i really don't know. when i know, believe me, you will too.

in other real news, at this time tomorrow, pelowski will officially be over the atlantic ocean on her way to FRANCE. i hope everyone with a facebook has joined the appropriate group. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, YOU HEINOUS BITCH. i'm going to miss the fuck out of you.


in truth, i'm really bored tonight because i've spent the day vacuuming, dusting, watering, erranding, and other odds-and-ends tasks with no sort of relief except my morning run and a few lovely and enlightening telephone conversations. otherwise i sit on my ass.

so i need a hobby. it must be inexpensive, seeing as i'm not exactly getting paid right now. it also must be something that i cannot possibly injure myself doing, because believe me, if there's a way you can injure yourself, i'll end up doing it. that's why i'm not crocheting anymore. yarn burn is a bitch.

if anyone has suggestions of a hobby that meets both of the aforementioned criteria, please feel free to suggest away, because i've been reduced to things like seeing how far i can throw bobby pins or how many times a day i write the letter "e."


for my closing statement, i will say that today on 103.5 the arrow, someone called in and said that they've been dying to hear "summer of '69" by bryan adams. what planet is she from? even if you like that song (which i do not), it's not hard to find some lite rock station somewhere that plays it. do not pollute my airwaves, bryan adams. i've had quite enough of you. and don henley, who was the artist of the day on the very same station. god damn it, 103.5. you were my failsafe.