Thirteen (who is my friend) gives us the oldies but goodies. I'm proud to say I suggested a couple on his list. What are your favorite retro links?
I gave myself a present today, and bought Sam's book. I'd been eyeing it for a while. Exploding Dog has touched, amused, and entertained me for a long time. If you're new to Sam, have a look around. I'll let you know what I think of the book, though I suspect it will be love at first sight.
Just go. Go now.
This one is going to leave me searching for happy adjectives. Okay, here goes:
Amelie is the bouyant story of a creative young woman who decides to affect the lives of those around her, and finally her own life. The things she does will leave you wishing you were cleverer and braver. My two companions and I left the theatre wearing ridiculous grins.
I tend to look for the flaw in a film. "Well, that was good," I'll say, "except for those three awkward cuts." Yes, I'm that picky. Amelie is one of a handful of flawess films I've seen. Writing, acting, direction, cinematography, and yes even editing (my bugaboo) are perfect. The movie carries you swimmingly along to the satisfying end.
If you miss this film, we can't be friends anymore.
- I want to put my hands in the air and wave them like I care deeply.
- David Bridie's voice makes me hott.
- I'm considering a rant on consumerism, as I've been having a wonderful debate with some friends.
- I still need to reply to Mark. Mark Mark Mark. Rrr. I have guilt.
- I'm trying to arrange lunch with my sister. We haven't spent more than five minutes in one another's company since 1996.
Several weeks ago one of my co-workers was backing out of her office while talking to someone. As I passed by, she said "Yuuuuck!" in response to whatever was being said. Of course it sounded like she was responding to me. I got a laugh out of it, and replied: "Eeeewwww!"
Since then, every time we see one another it's: Yuck! Eeeeww!
I know it's normal for guys to call each other nasty names in an endearing fashion, but women don't generally do this, so it tickles me. Next time I get together with my chick friends, I should try calling them names like "old crack whore" and "bitch on a tricycle" and see how it goes over.
Or maybe not.
I spend too much time double-checking my sent items to make sure I didn't send an email to the wrong person.
Maybe I should stop saying things I don't want to get caught saying.
I know, I should update my blog. Thoughts passing through my mind:
- I really need to answer Mark's rant. I will, and I'll move it up when I do. Yeesh, the guy wrote an essay.
- Berets are goofy.
- I'm allergic to vanity.
Had an absolutely great time over at Kelly and John's place today. Went over early and cooked with Kel. In between dishes, we watched Beautiful Girls, which I had never seen. What sparkling writing. Natalie Portman was a giggle.
We had ham, which I smothered with cranberry sauce--something I've only recently learned to like. I'm alone in that. I now have the leftover sauce, and this makes me happy. Later, we played Scrabble, Scattergories, and laughed a lot.
And on a completely unrelated note: write in Wil Wheaton.