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If you can believe it, my manager walked into my office today and asked if I might be able to work on Sunday night. I'm like, HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO MY WORK LOAD LATELY, BUDDY?? But really, what was I going to say? No? I don't think so. So I put on a happy face and said sure ... but I hope like hell I won't have to. $&@&^#!!!
To make up for it, I have a couple of Fun Days planned to make up for it (I like having things to anticipate; makes surviving the present much easier): This Sat. I have a massage appointment, and then Julie and I are going to watch Dodgeball (fare for the intellectual mind) and then have dinner at El Greco, where I haven't been in ages. Then when Robbie's here, we have massages scheduled, and I think we're going to get facials too. Only, I've never had a facial so it makes me a bit nervous. They have like, a dozen different kinds of facials, and I have no clue which one I should get. (They also have this non-surgical procedure called microdermabrasion, which is a series of six treatments. Of course, I don't have $600 I can blow on facials, so I don't think that will be in the cards.)
The Hot Chick: Sadly, I enjoyed this immensely. It made me laugh until I cried. Either my taste is really getting low brow over the years, or this was actually more worthy than expected. (I wanted to see it for Rachel McAdams.)
Adaptation: It probably doesn't help that I generally can't stand Nicolas Cage (except in Face/Off, one of my GP movies), and I found his character (one of them, at least) incredibly annoying. And I actually really like Meryl Streep, but not so much here. Chris Cooper was okay, though. And Ron Livingston and Brian Cox in their tiny roles were good. But the story was 'eh' ... and quite predictable. Well, I found it predictable, anyway. Not the least provocative or mind blowing, or whatever it was trying to be.
So Nicole Kidman and Meryl have both sadly disappointed me recently. Lucky for them I can still turn to The Hours as a shining example of good filmmaking.
Have finished second Shopaholic book. I think I liked this one better than the first, but still ... I'm on the third and I'm really hoping it'll be the end of the whole tedious thing. Sophie Kinsella should spend her energies writing more one-off books featuring likable heroines.
To make up for it, I have a couple of Fun Days planned to make up for it (I like having things to anticipate; makes surviving the present much easier): This Sat. I have a massage appointment, and then Julie and I are going to watch Dodgeball (fare for the intellectual mind) and then have dinner at El Greco, where I haven't been in ages. Then when Robbie's here, we have massages scheduled, and I think we're going to get facials too. Only, I've never had a facial so it makes me a bit nervous. They have like, a dozen different kinds of facials, and I have no clue which one I should get. (They also have this non-surgical procedure called microdermabrasion, which is a series of six treatments. Of course, I don't have $600 I can blow on facials, so I don't think that will be in the cards.)
The Hot Chick: Sadly, I enjoyed this immensely. It made me laugh until I cried. Either my taste is really getting low brow over the years, or this was actually more worthy than expected. (I wanted to see it for Rachel McAdams.)
Adaptation: It probably doesn't help that I generally can't stand Nicolas Cage (except in Face/Off, one of my GP movies), and I found his character (one of them, at least) incredibly annoying. And I actually really like Meryl Streep, but not so much here. Chris Cooper was okay, though. And Ron Livingston and Brian Cox in their tiny roles were good. But the story was 'eh' ... and quite predictable. Well, I found it predictable, anyway. Not the least provocative or mind blowing, or whatever it was trying to be.
So Nicole Kidman and Meryl have both sadly disappointed me recently. Lucky for them I can still turn to The Hours as a shining example of good filmmaking.
Have finished second Shopaholic book. I think I liked this one better than the first, but still ... I'm on the third and I'm really hoping it'll be the end of the whole tedious thing. Sophie Kinsella should spend her energies writing more one-off books featuring likable heroines.