"A Lot Like Love" (11-26)
Current mood: hopeful
Upon cleaning up my central living space I was picking up DVDs from under here and under there and over here and over everywhere. I started putting everything away, back into alphabetical order on the racks and then I decided to count. If I were guessing I would have guessed I have 200 or so DVDs. After finishing my count, I discovered I have 334. That's waaaay more than I thought. The truth is that I've only seen about half of them, with many of the unseen still sealed in the plastic they came from the store in. I could talk once again about my dream to share my collection with a special female, but I covered that in my introspection blog a few weeks ago.
Then it dawned on me, hey I'm not doing anything right now but laundry, I may as well watch one... and then it happened. For some reason I thought I'd do a quick channel sweep before I agonized over which movie to watch. I stopped because I saw Ashton Kutcher from That 70's Show. He was walking and talking with Amanda Peet, oh I love her, she's beautiful and sassy yet dorky and real... what a wonderful combination. As they are walking they have the witty banter that 2 compatible people share. Dammit, they have good chemistry. Then they get seperated. Double dammit, when are they gonna get back together? Then it occurs to me that I found the movie that I want to watch tonight. Yes it's a chick flick. What does that mean? Does it mean I can't watch it? I mean, how in the hell can I like hockey and football and then movies and art? Don't I have to choose one side or the other?
Hahahahahahahahaha
As many of you who read this blog know I'm a very complex person and a very simple person, but in reality I am a complex person to some and a simple one to others. Those who know me as complex are the type of people who stereotype and pigeonhole me. They can't understand how I can be such a diverse and open minded person so I get labelled as strange, weird, complex. Those who know me and embrace my silliness, my wit, my silence, my babbling and my passion know me as quite simple. I embrace both labels. That's not to say I put on some act to sway one side or another. The truth is I am me, no more no less. Call me what you want.
So anyway, yes I like chick flicks too, when written or acted well or both they can be great movies and wow I'm really impressed with this one despite it being universally panned by critics. I think it even made a few worst flims of the year lists in 2005. I say lighten up critics. It reminds me of a more modern take on When Harry Met Sally, which is one of my all time favorite chick flicks. Yes I know I'm a dork. You see it's okay if I label myself. Oh and now that this just ended I just remembered that I really gotta go get my pants out of the dryer that they've sat in for the last 90 or so minutes after being done. I just couldn't leave. It's the magic of movies and I love them.
Current mood: hopeful
Upon cleaning up my central living space I was picking up DVDs from under here and under there and over here and over everywhere. I started putting everything away, back into alphabetical order on the racks and then I decided to count. If I were guessing I would have guessed I have 200 or so DVDs. After finishing my count, I discovered I have 334. That's waaaay more than I thought. The truth is that I've only seen about half of them, with many of the unseen still sealed in the plastic they came from the store in. I could talk once again about my dream to share my collection with a special female, but I covered that in my introspection blog a few weeks ago.
Then it dawned on me, hey I'm not doing anything right now but laundry, I may as well watch one... and then it happened. For some reason I thought I'd do a quick channel sweep before I agonized over which movie to watch. I stopped because I saw Ashton Kutcher from That 70's Show. He was walking and talking with Amanda Peet, oh I love her, she's beautiful and sassy yet dorky and real... what a wonderful combination. As they are walking they have the witty banter that 2 compatible people share. Dammit, they have good chemistry. Then they get seperated. Double dammit, when are they gonna get back together? Then it occurs to me that I found the movie that I want to watch tonight. Yes it's a chick flick. What does that mean? Does it mean I can't watch it? I mean, how in the hell can I like hockey and football and then movies and art? Don't I have to choose one side or the other?
Hahahahahahahahaha
As many of you who read this blog know I'm a very complex person and a very simple person, but in reality I am a complex person to some and a simple one to others. Those who know me as complex are the type of people who stereotype and pigeonhole me. They can't understand how I can be such a diverse and open minded person so I get labelled as strange, weird, complex. Those who know me and embrace my silliness, my wit, my silence, my babbling and my passion know me as quite simple. I embrace both labels. That's not to say I put on some act to sway one side or another. The truth is I am me, no more no less. Call me what you want.
So anyway, yes I like chick flicks too, when written or acted well or both they can be great movies and wow I'm really impressed with this one despite it being universally panned by critics. I think it even made a few worst flims of the year lists in 2005. I say lighten up critics. It reminds me of a more modern take on When Harry Met Sally, which is one of my all time favorite chick flicks. Yes I know I'm a dork. You see it's okay if I label myself. Oh and now that this just ended I just remembered that I really gotta go get my pants out of the dryer that they've sat in for the last 90 or so minutes after being done. I just couldn't leave. It's the magic of movies and I love them.
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