
Not a whole lot to talk about pertaining to the weekend. I’ve kept it on the down low, more than normal.
Longing for a ton of Advil and a ginormous heating pad, I settled for room temp pillows and gallons of water.
I finally watched No Country for Old Men. It wasn’t the *best* film I’ve seen in a long time, however, I can say that it kept my attention going. Yes, there was a gore factor to it and it had me yelling out, “WILL ONE OF YOU CATS PLEASE COME SIT WITH ME?!?!?!” because I was scared and needed something to hold onto! Thankfully Stan stepped up and allowed me to squeeze the meow out of him while I lived through the cat/mouse turned mouse/cat scene midway through the film. I was scared.
Although I’d rather this not be a review blog- I give kudos to Javier Bardem as the mechanical killer and Josh Brolin catching me off guard by his character development through out the film. I would not call it Oscar worthy, but it is definitely a film that I will watch again and recommend to others. That being said, “I recommend this film.” Atonement still has me soured with the oh too familiar Titanic feeling ending still had me annoyed with the lack luster characters. While James McAvoy had an outstanding performance, he needed to have been in a completely different movie on his own as his role showed him to be too good for those he shared the screen with and his life would have been a hellavalot better if he just learned to keep his hormones in check.
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The first ladybug I’ve seen this year!

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I watched Cloverfield as well. Think Alien meets the Blair Witch Project. It was a little more believable for being unbelievable (well… the giant crickets were a little weird… or aliens, whatever you want to call them.). I was half watching it while my mind was darting across the Universe. I’ll probably see it again to piece all the parts I had glossed over together. It always confuses me. These giant insect/aliens can create these sophisticated machines without opposable thumbs (hmm, should we be scared of the cockroaches?), how come they’re always nekkid? I think Ben may have pondered the same question in one of his articles, but seriously. Naked as the day they were… hatched. It brings even more of a creepy factor to it. Will I recommend Cloverfield? I dunno, the fact that my attention span was lost ten minutes into could be a good indication that it’s not a worthwhile film. THEN AGAIN- as I stated, my mind was elsewhere. I think my mind would have wandered regardless of what was playing (another odd dream that preoccupied me).
I did find some wine that I hadn’t seen on shelves in quite awhile. Vampire- because it’s campy fun! =^_^=

What shall I do tonight? Vampire wine, and possibly watching Juno again. Juno- to me it’s still a solid movie because it brings likable characters to you with a realistic premise. I appreciate the message as well. It’s pro-life, showing the option of adoption and it also shows that you don’t have to be part of a married couple to be viewed as responsible and successful enough to adopt a child.
I *would* like to view the other films that are up for awards this year but I ask myself this: Do I have the time, ability and attention span to do that? What if I get more odd dreams that cause me to be distracted?
[Latest Dream] I’ll cut to the chase of the dream. I met a man some how… and I wound up babysitting for his married friends. I loved watching the little girl and I felt the couple was wonderful. Due to my own situation and inability to stay late, I’d leave before they got home because the guy would watch the child for the last hour or so. One day I’m babysitting and the guy is with me. We were just friends at first. He liked me, but he wasn’t completely my type. After spending so much time with him, the next thing I know I kind of like him as well. In my dream we kiss for the first time and as we’re making out… his phone rings and it’s his friend/the mother of the girl and she alerts him that her and her husband are on their way home… and while she knows I’m there, she says in a rather airheadish voice, “I don’t remember how this works, but what does it mean if I miss my period after we had sex?” He gets nervous, hangs up the phone and looks at me hoping that it’s not a big deal.
Can I PLEASE at least have a functional relationship in my dreams???? JUST ONE????? Yeah, I was annoyed at that during my wake hours because OMG I still can’t even meet a decent guy in my slumber. It’s as if the Universe enjoys taunting me with my dating life… and since I don’t have one… it has to get into my dreams in order ensure I’m still miserable! I think perhaps I had dated the Universe and some how dumped it. I don’t know how that works, but it makes sense to ME.
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