It’s Saturday night and I’m at home alone. Well not ALONE alone, the kids are in bed and the idiot pets are here to keep me company. But my husband is at work for like the fifth night this week. I just hope he can get his project done in time to relax on our vacation!
Anyway, here I sit – just me and a glass (or three) of wine. So for lack of anything better to do, I will now subject you to a totally pointless stream of consciousness.
Guess what I’ve discovered? On this here thing called the internet you can find whole episodes of TV shows! To watch whenever you want! Who knew?! So that has been amusing me for a while, but now I’m pissed because I can’t find the episode of Burn Notice that I want to see. Maybe it isn’t such a fantastic “discovery” after all.
Last night (when I actually had a grown human to watch TV with) N and I came across a most hilarious movie. We’ve both seen it many times before, and I think we actually own the DVD somewhere. But it had been a while since we’d watched it. Have you seen So I Married an Axe Murderer? I think I briefly reviewed it once before (eh, no link because I’m lazy, and also partially drunk) but I don’t think I conveyed the true awesomeness of this movie. If you like Mike Myers even a little you HAVE to see this. Val and I used to watch (and quote) it all the time our freshman year of college. He puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ya crave it fortnightly, smartass! (Trust me, you really need to see it.)  Plus, a very funny movie is made even better by a great locale – it takes place in San Francisco, my number two favorite city of all time.
HEY, you know how the other day I was impressed because our digital cable menu guide thingy gave The Fugitive four stars? And usually the highest rating that even well-known quality films get is two stars. Picky, picky. Based on that I figured that the person in charge of giving those ratings must be someone like my dad. Someone who for the most part only likes classic movies, and so is very particular about the newer movies that they deem good. But no. It turns out that whoever gives those ratings is an idiot, because they gave Zoolander three stars. MOTHER OF GOD. I have lost my faith in humanity.
Does Die Hard really belong on the Encore Mystery movie channel?
Does anyone want to guess where we might be going on our mystery vacation? And if you happen to know, you don’t get to play. I might pretend to be dying to know, but am really quite looking forward to not finding out until we’re at the airport Thursday morning. But let’s play a game. Here’s what I know: we’re only gone from Thursday – Saturday so I figure it is in the continental U.S. based on the short time frame. N doesn’t like Mexico so I doubt that’s it. We’ve been to San Francisco and Chicago together, and have each been to NYC and Washington D.C., but not as a couple. My understanding is that we are staying in a historic hotel in a city with a good public transportation system (we loathe car rental). Ready, set, GO!
