It Started with a Journal

Have you all seen Hero? It might be the prettiest movie I've ever seen. And the directing was absolutely wonderful. I don't know that I've ever come away from a movie completely awed by the directing before, but it happened. And beyond that, I really enjoyed the story (and the history). Highly rec this one. Also saw The Grudge, which was entertaining if you don't think about it at all. If you think about it, you'll realize it makes no sense whatsoever. And the ghost-things were definitely scary and creepy and all that -- even more so than the little girl from The Ring. *shudder*

Notice what movie I haven't mentioned seeing. That's right, the Star Wars movie. Want to know why that is? Because I don't like Star Wars. ( The confession. )

Last night I got a notice from UPS that they tried to deliver a package, but of course, I wasn't home. So today I went home during lunch to hopefully make it before UPS arrived, only to find that despite their notice saying "in-person signature required," they had just left the package for me at the door. Which I actually very much appreciate, because having to call UPS to halt delivery so that I can then go out of my way to drive to the UPS Center to pick up the package? Sucks. So even though they're technically not supposed to leave it there without my signature, and one day it'll bite me in the ass when someone steals it, I am still grateful to the driver for simply leaving it and saving me some trouble.

ANYWAY, I also took the opportunity to throw out some trash, because I tend to pile up to-be-recycled stuff until it's all about to collapse on my head. So I was in the little garbage dump area, breaking down boxes (yes, I still had my boxes from when I bought all that computer equipment), when this little boy struggled to get in. I helped him in, and he held up a jug of flavored milk (that looked 3/4 empty) and said that he needed to throw it away. So I opened the big dumpster so he could toss it in. I went back to my box-breaking, feeling pretty proud of myself. Helper of little boys, that's me!

A few minutes later, another little boy showed up. He was probably five or six, and when he saw me, he was like, "Can I have my chocolate milk?" What am I, the garbage assistant? I had a very bad feeling about his request, though. I told him I didn't know where his chocolate milk was, even though I suspected it was what the other little boy had thrown away. Then their older brother showed up, and was like, "Dude, we can't get your chocolate milk, it's in the garbage!" Whereupon boy #2 started bawling his head off. And of course I felt like a heel. I know how little kids are, how they think. Forevermore, to this boy I'll be the garbage lady who threw away his chocolate milk. Just the kind of memory of me I've always wanted to foster.

SIGH.

Also, I have been watching my AtS S5 DVDs. How can you not love the brilliance that is ( this scene? )

megh and mynuet are people who make wishes come true. They ROCK.

Some of you might recall that on March 1 I mused on how D/G needed/deserved "its own site, where writers can register and post their D/G-oriented fic," mostly in a pie-in-the-sky way. So then you will understand how absolutely THRILLED I am by the fact that such an archive now exists. Meg and Shar made it happen! The Fire and Ice Archive is now open. Squeeeeee! I'll be posting all my applicable stories there, and basically abandoning my accounts in other places. Now I can bother with fewer archives. Tell all your friends! This will be a one-stop shop for all your D/G needs.

I finally saw Monster. Charlize fully deserved that Oscar. I don't know how they made someone that beautiful look that unattractive, but it was just ... wow.

I wanted to wish sydney_lynne a very happy belated birthday. I don't know why LJ has disabled the friends' birthday alerts, and I basically only know when it's someone's bday when someone else says it first. So I'm very, very sorry I missed it, d00d.

muffinbutt, I got your note on FA. TSA has not been abandoned; I just suck.

( AtS 'Time Bomb' spoilers )

Next week, we're reading The Mists of Avalon at literocracy. Woohoo!

Edit: ( Warning: possibly spoilery Smallville-related picture behind cut. )

The good news: They brought Krispy Kremes in this morning, and I had two.

The bad news: They brought Krispy Kremes in this morning, and I had two.

I haven't talked about TV in awhile (for me), so that's what I'm going to do. List format, because it helps me stay focused. Ha ha.

( Smallville )

( Angel )

( Alias )

Not to start a whole political thing in my LJ, but I'm just curious as I haven't formed an opinion yet ... my brother said: "Also, in an apology for his ranting and raving in Iowa, Dean said, 'I was leading with my heart, not my mind.' Well, yeah... and that's why he shouldn't be president." Intellectually, I see the merits of what he's saying ... at the same time, shouldn't heart factor into it somewhere? But politicians, like lawyers, cannot be emotional -- they wouldn't be able to do their jobs properly. Then again, would the world be a better place if, using those examples again, politicians and lawyers did act upon the prompting of their hearts rather than their minds? (Not that none of them do ... I'm talking v. generally, and possibly inaccurately ... but I just keep fluctuating from one school of thought to another.)