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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I haven’t blogged in awhile. I know. It isn’t busy-ness (See what I did there?) per se, just a lot of sticky personal stuff. I’ll say, all in all, 2008 has been a difficult year for me. Anyone who has been reading has probably figured that out already. I’m not, however, going to dwell on all that. I’m doing my best to kick things back into shape.

I will say that 2009 is looking fantastic. Not one, but two of my siblings are looking to tie the knot. I’m very happy for all of the people involved. I’m going to have some awesome people added to my family in the next year. Lucky me, indeed.

In less spectacular (but way more nerdy) positive news, I’ve been geeking out about some of the movies/tv I’m looking forward to next year. I got one piece of bad news and two pieces of nerdgasm-inducing amazing news today.

***WARNING***Really nerdy gushing ensues:

First the bad: One of the movies on my fall must-watch list was moved into next year. The Road is the adaption of the fantastic Cormac McCarthy novel starring Viggo Mortensen, and though I would have liked to see it between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I’m sure the wait will be worth it.

Now the good: I’ve put my foot in my mouth many times before, but I think I’d never stuffed it in there farther than when I dismissed The Watchmen out of hand as another cult graphic novel not deserving of its near universal acclaim. I finally came to my senses recently and decided to give it a read. Though it may not be among my favorite novels of all time, it is certainly a masterpiece. All of the now-clichéd descriptions are correct: it is the ultimate deconstruction of the superhero; it is a criticism of “power politics”. It’s great. So, of course, despite troubling rumors about the script, I am excited about the film. You can imagine how pleased I was to find today that new footage had been released in a recut trailer.

Secondly, my LOST fandom has reached feverish heights since I decided to give it a second chance this spring after abandoning it after watching some of season 2 when it aired in 2005. I’m certainly not the biggest sci-fi fan in the world, but I always have time for clever, well-written, and subtle stuff. The series is just that, in my humble opinion. Its gigantic fan base and popularity on a major network despite being incredibly nerdy and complex attest to that. Of course, there have been missteps. I can hear my husband shouting, (Highlight to read spoiler) “Mr.Eko’s death was mishandled!” now, but it has well-fleshed out characters and great pacing which is a lot to say about a television show or science fiction. Unfortunately, it won’t be back on air until 2009, so I’ve been following the hiatus spoilers and message boards closely. You can imagine how thrilled I was to find the first Season 5 promo was posted today.

So there it is. I’m done geeking out…maybe. For now, I’ll be sitting on the second floor of the Round Rock Higher Education Center listening to Norwegian Wood and people-watching.



We’ve abandoned all illusions of ourselves as adults and have gone to see WALL•E once again. It’s adorable.

I’m rather tired from finishing some work, and I officially go on vacation tomorrow. If I don’t post for a few days, I’m riding jetskis and watching fireworks. I’ve always loved the 4th of July. I seem to get patriotic no matter what my current circumstances are.

I might break into Grand Ole Flag if I wasn’t so tired.


Well, I have nothing in particular to blog about today. I’m trying to get some work done before heading to hang out with the inlaws all weekend. I will talk about something that is particularly upsetting to me at the moment.

The Daily Show is in reruns the week for the holiday. We are hanging out in the bedroom, where we only have basic cable. After furiously channel surfing, the best we could find is Star Wars: Attack of the Clones on Spike. Two things make me very sad about this.

• The series really went downhill. I was a big fan as a kid, but this is too much. This is only one of my handful of watchings of the new efforts, and I must say what strikes me is how incredibly unreal and digital everything looks. It might be the tiny TV we have in here, but its a fairly new LCD number. It shouldn’t look this bad.

• Hayden Christensen is a horrible, horrible actor. Seriously. Terrible.

Now I have to go bury my childhood again. Wall•E resurrected it briefly this weekend, but George Lucas has succeeded in thoroughly violating it once again. He wasn’t even trying this time!


Six months of anticipation have passed, and we are going to see WALL-E tonight at midnight. Some adults (without kids) would be embarrassed to be going to the midnight release of a children’s movie, but not us.

Not us.


I was watching something yesterday where a character remarked that their eye was twitching. Someone explained that the feeling was caused by stress. I was thinking about how that used to happen to me in awhile. Most people would be happy about that, but I kind of miss it. Not the twitching specifically, but being stressed. It’s my natural state.

In other news, my husband and I were yelling at each other in British accents in a poor attempt to imitate Gangster Number 1. Blatant C-word usage and stuff. He then told me in his accent that he was going to check our post holder—I assume he meant the mailbox.


Feelin’ lyrical today.

Why I can’t be the wife of a man with mob ties in 70s era Vegas

I tried to paint my nail tips red
like Sharon Stone in Casino
when she was in her gold
lycra period.

The acetone in the shot glass
looked a lot like one of those twelve
dollar birthday shots.

I aborted the project; I couldn’t
wipe the polish into crescent moons
like Korean women in a-line dresses.

I couldn’t get all the pigment
from the edge of my nail bed.

I couldn’t find a mark to extort
gambling winnings from.

I couldn’t pull off
a fur wrap.



Mos Def is Bill Murray. Jack Black is everyone else.

I’ve been trying to see Be Kind Rewind for a few weeks now. I fell in love with Gondry’s style soon as I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I regret to say I haven’t seen The Science of Sleep yet. With our plans wiped out for the night, my husband and I decided to go to the movies.

I wasn’t going in expecting “Jack Black does funny stuff with films!” I was expecting something a little different. I knew as soon as the movie began that the style would be something like a school play. Plenty of flubs and incongruences that come together to form something wholly endearing. That’s exactly what I got.

Maybe most of the plot was centered around the silly cliché of saving the neighbor store. I can forgive this because it doesn’t happen. Everyone gives what they can and there’s still not enough. It’s a brilliant juxtaposition of innocence, hope, and the crushing realities of life. The final scene may look like it’s right out of an after-school special, but I got the feeling that the bystanders would all shuffle away and the demolition of the building would start.

The obsession of the children in the film with violence and the sudden crude outbursts by the lovable and paranoid Jack Black character are just a couple of examples of the rawness of the film. There are beautiful moments, ridiculous moments (magnetic urine, over-the-top electrocution), sad moments, and superfluous little snatches of time. It was so honest. It felt like living for a few weeks in a few hours. Everything comes at the viewer, good and bad, with little time for them to sort it out or become complacent. It’s not something every movie can do, but this one does it very well.

More than the absolutely brilliant effects and the style, I was most impressed with the dialogue. I saw a lot of criticism of it on the Internet. I know that it isn’t for everyone, but as a writer I was enamored by it. Every line was real. Some exchanges made little sense and others completely abandoned the plot. I felt like a voyeur, but it fit so perfectly with the homespun style of the movie.

I wished I had the courage to write dialogue that’s a complete non sequitur but adds believability. I want to be able to achieve that candor. It has to be unintentional. When you worry over something, edit, and reedit, it’s hard to make it anything but intentional.