Sunday, July 30, 2006
Basic plotline: High school girl has a premonition of a fatal roller coaster accident which results in her and 6 of her friends being spared death by roller coaster. I have to say that this was a pretty cool opening scene, although it lacked the punch of the original's plane explosion. At the time that I saw the original Final Destination, I'd never flown before and after seeing that, I vowed I'd never fly -- it freaked me out that much. The second movies massive car crash was cool and very realistic. But the novelty of the roller coaster grabbed me from the beginning, so much so that I almost went to see this in the theater. Granted, it would have been the dollar theater, but the theater nonetheless.
Back to the plot -- since these kids cheated death by rollercoaster, death stalks them. One by one, they're picked off in bizarre accidents in the order they would have died had they stayed on the roller coaster. And there were some pretty original, pretty gruesome deaths to be had in this movie.
The thing I love about these movies is that they don't take themselves that seriously. They know that they're basically a gore fest and don't have any false pretenses at being fine cinema. I think it's possible for the horror genre to produce fine cinema (although, admittedly, it hasn't done so in recent memory) but the Final Destination series is just a bunch of films that are like going to the haunted house at Halloween. They're gory and gross and disgusting but make money hand over fist because that's what horror fans want. Plus, they're actually scary and also somewhat suspenseful, which is saying a lot considering that what follows the initial big accident is a series of rather predictable deaths. It kept me on the edge of my seat, wondering who was going to get killed next and how and if they were going to cheat death again.
I'm thinking I may have to get the Final Destination triple pack DVD set.
And I'm definitely not ready to send the movie back yet, as there's a feature that allows you to change the course of the movie by deciding whether or not a character gets killed or not. I really want to try out that feature!
The other page that's updated every Sunday is the ever popular Post Secret. It really needs no introduction, other than it seems like every week without fail, there's a secret involving poop. I really don't get that.
Friday, July 28, 2006
1. How many songs do you have in your iTunes?
As of right now, I have 12,039 songs.
2. How many days worth of music is that?
3. How much hard drive space does that take up?
4. Sort by song:
1st song: '65 Love Affair - Paul Davis
Last song: Zoo Station - U2
5. Sort by time:
Shortest song: One Last "Whoo-hoo!" for the Pullman - Sufjan Stevens (0:06)
Longest song: The Madonna Re-Invention Club Mix (Edit) - Madonna (1:19:42)
6. Sort by artist:
1st song: Tearin' Up My Heart - 'NSync
Last song: Time of the Season - Zombies
7. Sort by album:
1st song: Tearin' Up My Heart - 'NSync
Last song: He Ain't Heavy...He's My Brother - Rufus Wainright
8. Top 5 Most Played Songs:
I Will Never Let You Go - Jackie Greene
Jump - Madonna
Sorry - Madonna
Get Together - Madonna
Like It Or Not - Madonna
9. Top 5 Most Recently Played Songs:
I Wouldn't Treat A Dog (The Way You Treated Me) - Cher
Feelin' (Love To Infinity Mix) - Gloria Estefan
Are You Mine - Stevie Nicks
Because The Night - 10,000 Maniacs
Hard To Handle - Black Crowes
10. First song to come up on shuffle
Crazy For You (Live - ReInvention Tour) - Madonna
11. Now search...
a. "sex" -- how many songs come up?
b. "blood" -- how many songs come up?
c. "death" -- how many songs come up?
d. "hate" -- how many songs come up?
e. "love" -- how many songs come up?
f. "you" -- how many songs come up?
g. "it" -- how many songs come up?
h. "fuck" -- how many songs come up?
i. "existentialism" -- how many songs come up?
For most recording artists, there comes a point in their career where they tire of the same old same old, where putting out albums becomes routine and uneventful. To try to counteract this malaise, it’s common practice for artists to complete reinvent themselves, or at least revamp their sound. More often than not, established artists with a trademark sound find themselves adapting that sound to fit in with current trends and fads.
Musically, the album is fairly strong. “Toughen Up,” a composition of frequent Tina Turner collaborators Terry Britten & Graham Lyle, starts out the CD on a good note, with a pseudo-reggae style and fun lyrics on female empowerment. This segues into the title track, which was the first single from the album. This song is a sexy ballad where Livvy is repeatedly “getting down on [her] knees” to thank her baby—yikes! “Queen Of The Publication” is completely nonsensical but is perhaps the most fun song on the CD. With synthesizers layered over the driving beat of a typewriter(!), the song details a story of how Olivia, who works for a sleazy tabloid will do anything to get the dirt on her subject, and hence will become the “queen of the publication.” “Emotional Tangle,” a fairly straightforward ballad which, while it can seem to find no other rhyme for “tangle” than “angle”, features an excellent vocal performance by Olivia. Livvy tries to shock us once more before the halfway point with “Culture Shock,” a song-story about Olivia involved with two men (one assumes) and imploring her boyfriend to consider something that the Olivia who sang “I Honestly Love You” would never even dream of! “I know it’s unconventional/Radical, but practical/Why can’t the three of us live together?/It’s a culture shock/But it’s the only hope we’ve got!” Besides being the obvious theme song for a “Three’s Company” reunion, the song is laughable and the “shock” probably wasn’t even that much of a shock back in 1985 and certainly isn’t shocking at all now.
Track 6 is “Moth To A Flame.” This song boasts complex lyrics and classic 80s synths, which make it one of the better songs on the CD. Considering the quality of “Moth To A Flame,” it’s too bad that it had to be followed by “Overnight Observation.” Olivia hit a new career low with yet another song-story of Livvy’s late night trip to the doctor’s office. The doctor thinks that Olivia needs to be held overnight for observation, all the while serving martinis, turning the lights down low, and asking his patient to take off her shoes and slip into something comfortable. Don’t worry—Olivia escapes with her virtue intact! On track 8, Olivia duets with late Beach Boy Carl Wilson on a song with (again) a shocking title—“You Were Great (How Was I?)” As usual, the innuendo is lost if you really listen to the lyrics of the song. Instead of being about a one night stand (as one might expect from the tone of this whole album), it’s about a love that’s faded (“something went wrong/between hello and goodbye”). While a capable song, it founders under sloppy production and subpar vocal performances on the part of both singers. The album kicks into high gear one last time with “Driving Music”—a tale of a taxi cab driver that listens to the radio station while on the night beat. “Driving Music” could have been a very successful single for Olivia, had the Soul Kiss project in general not been such a dismal failure. The last track is “The Right Moment” which is a dramatic ballad, featuring Livvy in the extremely high end of her range. Generally, I skip the last song, preferring instead to end on a high note.
While the songs on their own are generally subpar, this album has somehow stood the test of time with me. As I alluded before, Soul Kiss is guilty pleasure #1 for me. I recognize the album as being a product of the 80s, but most especially as being a product of Olivia trying to revamp herself into something a la Madonna. Unfortunately, this didn’t work out quite the way the record company wanted, and marked the end of Olivia’s mainstream career. People magazine summed it up best when in reviewing this album pleaded with Olivia to put her shirt back on!
It has a butterfly sanctuary that Anna adores. She always wants a butterfly to land on her -- except when she's on the lookout for dead butterflies that she can pick up. I tell ya, that kid is a study in contradictions. One minute, girly girl. The next minute, looking for dead things.
It was hotter than hell the day we were there. Anna wanted to go look in the pond for frogs - something she'd seen the last time she was out there with Heidi.
Unfortuantely, there were none to be had. I think it must have been too hot - heck, if I were a frog, I think I'd be swimming or at the very least, in the shade. We did, however, see dragonflies and tadpoles which was enough for her.
And no visit to the gardens is complete without her rolling down the hills like a maniac. I had figured out how to set my camera on "paparazzi mode" i.e. take 3 or 4 pictures in quick succession, so I got some pretty good shots of her rolling down the hills. The unfortunate thing is that 90% of them have her back to me. But below is one of the better ones.
We left after only about an hour because we were so damn hot. We spent the rest of the day at home.
Coming up ... Glidden pool adventures.
Judy comments on everything in the pop culture. One episode had an Oscar nomination round table. Another had an interview with Madonna with Judy asking the questions while a real Madonna (apparently interview clips taken from an actual interview strategically selected to sound like responses to some of Judy's outrageous questions) responded. And yet another was a run down of the Tony Awards, which I really didn't give a shit about as I don't really get into theater at all.
But perhaps the best episode of all was the last one they produced where Judy, Carol, Roger, Bernadette and Gollum recreated, in its entirety, the episode of The Golden Girls where Dorothy's lesbian friend Jean visits and proceeds to fall for Rose. Gollum played Sophia, Carol was Blanche, Bernadette was Rose, Roger did Dorothy (and it was amazingly like Bea Arthur) while Judy played Jean. It was a hoot. It doesn't hurt that that episode is freaking hilarious. For example (paraphrased):
Sophia: Jean is a lesbian.
Blanche: Well what's wrong with that, isn't Danny Thomas one?
Dorothy: Not LEBANESE, Blanche. Lesbian!
And what's really funny is BillyBoy's impression of Judy only periodically sounds like Judy. It more frequently sounds like a drunk Blanche Devereaux. So maybe Judy should have played Blanche in the podcast.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
When I heard that they were recutting the film to include extra scenes, I immediately added it to my Netflix queue. I hadn't seen the movie in probably 15 years, so what a great way to revisit something that was so important to a certain period of my life. And I have to say that the new scenes are good -- in fact, it had been so long since I'd seen it I couldn't even remember how it started. With a new beginning, I was even more confused. But when I finally saw what had originally been the beginning (Ponyboy and Johnny meeting Dallas on a Tulsa street corner), it was like something was dragged out of my subconscious.
The acting is pretty solid for a young cast. They capture the feel of the period pretty well, and it avoids a lot of the 80s cliches that were so pervasive in films of that time. At times, you feel like you're watching a movie made during the 60s rather than the 80s. And that's a credit to the director and the cinematographer. So much cheese came out of the 80s (not that there's anything wrong with that) and I'm glad that this movie avoided that. It is funny seeing a very young Tom Cruise as a greaser, and whatever did happen to C. Thomas Howell (answer per IMDB -- not much of any significance since Soul Man except for apparently a role in 24.) And Emilio Estevez as Two-Bit Matthews steals pretty much every scene he's in ("I hear they stamp your face into gorilla cookies!", eating beer and chocolate cake for breakfast among other things)
But what really was a deal breaker for whether I would buy this version or the original was the new music inserted into the movie. The score has been completely excised and replaced with songs from the time period. Well, the presence of these songs is very jarring and out of place, at times even obscuring the dialogue. It just didn't work for me. I'd rather have the original version and miss the extra scenes than have to deal with the insertion of these songs.
I think what I like best about the story of The Outsiders is that in the midst of all these tough guys is Ponyboy, the "sensitive" one. But he's also tough. It's good to try to convey to boys that it's okay to be sensitive and "feel things differently" as his brother Sodapop says.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Consequently, we spent a lot of time in the petting zoo dealing with goats of all colors and sizes.
She also rode a camel (not a Bactrian camel, as she told me -- that factoid courtesy of Zoboomafoo, I'm certain.)
Generally positive reviews. "Bumpy but fun..." -- Anna
It was pretty hot today, so we came back from the zoo mid-afternoon. We sat around being lazy in general. I read some of The Revenge of Gaia, which made for some interesting reading material after having just been to the zoo where seemingly every animal was endangered. I agree that we've pretty much wrecked this planet for every species of living thing save humans (and we're working on that now) but so far, the book seems like an environmental version of the book The Long Emergency. I mean, I agree that global warming does appear to be happening and we need to do something about it, but the book is making me feel like shit for having brought another life into the world. Pretty much the same way The Long Emergency made me feel.
We rounded out the night playing Barbie Beauty Boutique on her computer (which she refers to as "the Barbrie makeover game) while we listened to the Olivia Newton-John DVD of her early videos in the background. They're some of the cheesiest things in the universe, and even the excuse of "it was the 80s" doesn't really give them a pass. I mean, I don't think there was an 80's cliche that ONJ didn't fall for, hook, line and sinker. Bear witness to these:
But I do love this one -- because she is, well, totally hot.
But what's up with that construction worker touching his buddy as Olivia runs by in her leather pantsuit? Am I supposed to believe that actually happens?
And I got Anna to bed around 9pm (even though she insisted on wearing her footie pajamas in July.) All in all, a good day.
Monday, July 24, 2006
It was a bitch to put together, but as it came together, it (obviously) got easier and easier. And while it claims to glow in the dark, I would have to say that the glowing in the dark feature was rather disappointing. But it's still cool. I'd like to get an Empire State Building, but I'm rapidly running out of real estate in my office for things like this.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I'm feeling better -- my voice is slowly coming back. I'm tired, but I know that if I go up to bed, I won't be able to sleep. I did that last night, spent nearly 90 minutes tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep although I was tired as all hell. I listened to my iPod, trying all differents styles of music, finally falling asleep to the sounds of Casey Stratton's new B-side collection Rescue Andromeda: Whirlwind Medusa B-Sides. I remember hearing "House of Jupiter" but nothing beyond that. The next time I woke up, the music was off. I love it when music that I'm listening to on my iPod at night ends up in my dreams. That hasn't happened in a long time, and I sure wish it would happen again. Perhaps tonight. Man, I sound like my 4 year old wishing she could have the Teletubby dream again, or the dream about the balloon that followed her around telling her that it loved her.
I'll be a single parent this week, and I'm looking forward to it. It's a lot of work, and every year it's different. I look back on the first year that Heidi went to nationals and Anna actually took naps. Well, naps are a thing of the past -- have been ever since we moved to Ames. We have a few fun things planned, but mostly, we're just going to wing it and see what happens.
I was reading some old journals tonight that I kept when I was in college, and I nearly posted a retro-post, you know, same date, only a different year, but I couldn't find anything exactly from July 23rd and everything around it was mostly me bitching about this or that and it wasn't terribly interesting anyway, so I decided against it. One of the entries I read reminded me of the night Kelly came to Iowa City on a whim and we ended up at the Airliner drinking beer with me bitching about my roommate at the time, feeling very drunk as I walked home. I was about to write that those were fun times, but really, they weren't.
And anyway, I recognize the difference between blogging and journaling. Although I don't keep a journal like I used to, if I did, the blog would be for blogging and the journal for journaling and ne'er the twain shall meet.
In lighter news, I found a copy of the new Scissor Sisters song online this morning and it freaking rocks. It's called "Don't Feel Like Dancing" and it makes me very excited for their new CD due in September.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
I only have 4 more episodes to go in the series -- unfortunately, I already know how it ends. It was impossible to avoid, but even so, I won't spoil it here for those Stateside fans of Doctor Who who haven't seen Series 2 yet. Anyway, I really do love the show. There's something about the writing, the character, the Buffy meets traditional sci-fi feel of it that really appeals to me. And that's coming a long way from the first time I watched it and was completely unimpressed. Granted it was a VHS copy of a Region 2 DVD that had really bad audio, and once I got a chance to watch them on our own Region 2 DVDs, it made all the difference in the world. I mean, it does take a little getting used to listening to actors speaking quickly in an English accent. At times, it was almost like it was a foreign language which is weird because it's English, for Pete's sake!
But one of the episodes today ("The Idiot's Lantern") had perhaps one of the best pieces of subtle writing that I've witnessed in a while. The Doctor is trying to thwart the plans of the "alien-of-the-week" and has the following exchange with a minor character:
Tommy: You don't even know where to start looking! It's too late...How many sci-fi shows would have the nerve to put in a pop culture reference to Kylie Minogue? Not many, I daresay.
Doctor Who: It's never too late, as a wise person once said. Kylie, I think.
And because I can't share the "Never Too Late" mp3 (darn DRM technology), here's the YouTube video.
And as far as instant messaging goes, I'm a little more into that, but not nearly like I used to be. There was a time that every time I sat down to the computer I had to boot up Yahoo! Instant Messenger. Now, it's not even loaded on my computer. However, I do like Google Chat which is integrated with Gmail -- it helps me stay in touch with a few friends that I don't see very often but also have Gmail.
But overall, I'm pretty happy with e-mail. Of course, I can't remember the last time I actually sent someone a letter via the USPS (although I was tempted recently when I was trying to find a friend that I'd lost track of electronically but had found a snail mail address for.) I don't get tons of e-mail -- as a direct contrast to my wife who can literally spend an hour just trying to sort through all her e-mail. At times, it makes me jealous, as I really wish I had more in my inbox than an occasional Classmates.com spam -- at least on a more regular basis. But the fact of the matter is that I'm not always the best e-mail correspondent as it can take me forever to respond to an e-mail that I get.
So what to do? Who knows. I'm fine with getting older and not being hip and cool anymore -- hell, I never really was so what's to lose. So I guess I'll stick with my e-mail and Google Chat.
I'm trying not to overreact to my loss of voice -- I keep thinking it's strep throat, even though my throat doesn't really hurt (except when I wake up) and I don't really have any other symptoms of sickness. But it figures that I'm not 100% healthy as I'm about to spend a week off work.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
And no sooner did I finish with that than I came downstairs to replace my computer speakers. The right speaker was as non-functional as Anna's monitor, and I had a spare set of speakers (which I had completely forgotten about!) And the cord mess involved in switching those out topped the one I had just had. After some colorful phrases, I managed to get them untangled and now all is right with the world again.
And I can't believe I just wrote a whole blog post about computer cords. Someone shoot me now!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I've been pretty much a bum all weekend -- not doing anything of any great importance, although I did get my Netflix watched less than 24 hours after it arrived. It was Valley of the Dolls. I'd read the book last summer/fall and enjoyed it a great deal as I usually do those campy, guilty pleasurish things. Well, the movie was pretty bad. I mean, if I hadn't read the book, the plot would have been completely incoherent. They pretty much just picked out scenes from the book and filmed them with no sense of narrative or continuity. In the book, the three main women were good friends and all this was very carefully plotted and explained, but in the movie, they were just all thrown together randomly and you're kind of like "how the hell do these people even know each other?" And huge sections of the book were excised, things that were so essential to the story. And Helen Lawson was pretty much non-existant except at the beginning and the end. But it does have some of the best bad movie lines I've ever heard, plus the hour long documentary about the making of the film and its status as a camp classic was extremely entertaining -- especially listening to how when E! correspondent Ted Casablanca cleans his toilet bowl, he imagines Neely O'Hara flushing Helen Lawson's wig down the toilet!
Other than that, I've been listening to music like a madman, watched a little bit of Dave Gorman's Googlewhack Adventure which was entertaining until I grew weary of sitting and went up to fold laundry. Anna and I worked a little bit on our John Hancock Tower Puzz 3D and right now she's up playing Pirates! on her computer with Heidi.
Here's a picture of us being lazy playing Zoo Tycoon at my computer.
So as you can tell, things have been pretty quiet for the most part around here this weekend. Hence, the pretty boring blog entry.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Jeff and Caryle came up tonight to watch Mommie Dearest, which was great fun. Anna, however wouldn't stay in bed which proved frustrating, but that's life with a 4 year old. We chatted away until almost 1AM about everything under the sun -- mostly about college days. How I wish I had done things differently, but you couldn't pay me to go back to them at all.
But perhaps the best news of the night is that Casey Stratton is going to be playing a show in Chicago on October 20th!! It's a Friday night, and I might try to go. I'm not sure if Heidi and Anna are going to be able to go, but I definitely want to go. His show, while definitely not Madonna's show (I mean, who else but Madonna could put on a Madonna show?) was great fun when he came to Ames a year ago. I wish he would come back to Ames as it's easier to go a mile than all the way to Chicago, but it does seem that he's only playing bigger metropolitan areas on this tour. I'll probably take the train, which would be cool and then just cab around. Stay someplace relatively cheap and come back the next day or so. Or maybe Sunday. Depends on when I would leave.
But something to look forward to, I guess. If it comes to fruition, that is. I mean, traveling across the U.S. to see Madonna is one thing. But it is only Chicago, which is hardly leaving home.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Well, I'm happy to report that all my fears were for nothing. Even though there are serious pacing problems in the first 45 minutes, it's pretty much just rollicking fun. Nothing serious, nothing overly pretentious, and it certainly doesn't take itself to seriously. Some of the action sequences go on (and on and on and on) for way too long. The plot is a bit of mess and could have certainly used some tightening up, but since it's basically the first part of one big movie, I'm willing to cut it some slack.
The effects are pretty good -- they do what effects should do which is enhance the experience, not become the experience. I think that's where King Kong ultimately stumbled, although I do love that movie as well. It was just a little bit too much in love with its special effects -- cripes, the second act of that movie could have been excised from the film and been submitted to the Academy in the Best Animated Feature category. Pirates probably had one too many giant octopus attack scenes, but overall, I didn't think it was completely overdone.
The movie is basically a live action cartoon, as Heidi said. It's just the kind of summer entertainment that we've all come to expect. Much like my wife, I like it a lot better in hindsight than I did while I was actually watching it. I'll probably catch it again when it comes to the dollar theater.
It also played the rarely heard in the last 10 years Spanglish version of Madonna's "You'll See" and "Everything Changes" by Kathy Troccoli which I can hardly believe is 15 years old now. And the song that's currently playing? It's "Diamonds" by Herb Alpert, featuring Janet Jackson.
And this morning while I was in the shower, while my iPod was on "shuffle all tracks"I kept on getting live Madonna tracks, even though they probably make up barely 10% of the songs on my iPod. I think that iPods are actually sentient beings that take on the personality of their owner. Heidi says that the way they're designed, they likely could become "magnetized" by the energy surrounding the owner. Hey, I believe it. My iPod and I have a pretty good understanding of what I want to hear, and it usually complies.
Of course, the fact that it's loaded with music that I like has nothing whatsoever to do with it, right?
(updated with a faster YouTube link)
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
And based on this picture, do we really think it's wise to let kids play with incendiary devices such as sparklers? Yowza!
So yeah, it feels like Monday this morning and I had a brief reprieve because I got called to change my shift from 8 to 10, which is good and bad, but overall good for this morning as I'm still trying to shake off the Ativan hangover -- last night I was so tired, but couldn't shut my brain off, so I ended up using my little sleep friends -- a prescription of 30 lasts me probably 18-24 months. However, I didn't get enough sleep, so I still woke up in the middle of a benzodiazepine induced haze. But fear not, I'm emerging from it pretty well.
I've been listening to a lot of Sufjan Stevens these days -- I picked up his Come On Feel The Illinoise! CD from the library. It was one of those CDs I'd resisted for a while because it was all over the blogosphere as THE BEST CD OF 2005!!!!! which immediately makes me skeptical. But I came across some free mp3s of his and while it didn't blow me out of the water or anything, I decided to check out the CD from the library. It's quite good, I mean, thematically, it works for me (all songs about Illinois.) The songs have a tendency to run into each other such that I'm not able to tell one song from another, plus they have these amazingly unwieldy titles like "A Short Reprise For Mary Todd, Who Went Insane, But For Very Good Reasons" and "They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh!" But musically, it is interesting and I do enjoy some of the songs a great deal.
One that particularly appeals to me is "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." The reason for this, I think, is primarily because what a freaking weird subject for a song! For those who may not know, John Wayne Gacy was a serial killer who lived in the Chicago suburb of Norwood Park in the 70s. During that time, he killed some 33 young boys, burying the majority of them in a crawl space underneath his house, disposing the rest in the Des Plaines River. They called him the Killer Clown because he frequented neighborhood parties dressed up in full clown regalia to entertain kids.
I think the only reason I even know about John Wayne Gacy is because he was the "favorite serial killer" of a pharmacist that I worked with when I was in college. Not that Jerry was a serial killer or anything, but I think it must have been around the time that Ted Bundy was executed and we were talking about serial killers.
John Wayne Gacy is pretty much an unredeemable figure in my mind and the mind of most people, but Sufjan Stevens throws you a curve ball at the end of the song with the lyrics:
And in my best behaviorI highly doubt he's buried teenage boys under the floorboards of his house, but I think he speaks more abstractly -- about feelings or emotions. I know I've certainly hidden things beneath floorboards, I think we all have if we're honest with ourselves.
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid
The odd morbid pop-culture connection, plus the unexpected dose of human honesty makes "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." my favorite song on the CD.
Listen to: Sufjan Stevens "John Wayne Gacy, Jr."
Sunday, July 02, 2006
So far, I've only contributed one little piece to Wikipedia. It's in the entry regarding J.G. Ballard's The Drowned World. They had the Madonna song "Drowned World" being released in 1999. Everybody knows that it's 1998. Well, at least they do now that I've edited it.
And just when I think I've seen everything, Wikipedia goes and impresses me yet again. I mean, could there possibly be a better pictorial representation of kitsch than this?
Perfect, I tell ya, just perfect.
Off to see Superman Returns this afternoon -- hopefully it'll live up to its hype. I have confidence in Bryan Singer to do it right.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
I've cleaned up my office quite a lot -- it degenerates quite rapidly as Anna brings her toys down and plays and also gets out anything she can possibly find. And before the day is out, I'm going to have hung up my Confessions Tour poster. (Heh, "hung up" -- I'm so funny!)
The steps are swept, all the bathrooms cleaned, the beds all made -- now the only thing we need is for entropy to kick in again.
But we can't be lazy this weekend because we have large amounts of cleaning to do because Heidi's mom is coming this weekend and plus the house has descended into a filth as neither of us have had the wherewithall to think about it. But now, we're both feeling like it's something we can tackle and the immediacy of house guests has pushed it up the priority list a little bit. So that'll undoubtedly be the job of the day. I cleaned the shower yesterday for the first time in I can't remember so it looks pretty good now. I also scooped and changed out cat litter (or, as Anna would say, cat glitter) after work last night so that dirty job is done.
Heidi's done a lot in the last couple days -- mostly while I've been at work, so kudos to her. But since we're both here this weekend, I guess we'll both be working.
And as a reward to ourselves, on Sunday, we're planning to go to Superman Returns with a couple friends while Heidi's mom babysits. Yay! We get to be adults! Now that's novel!