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I have discovered a delicious new snack, and it is as delicious as putting Fritos on a regular salad. I'm kind of ripping off the idea of a Taco Salad, I guess, but really...I'm finally adding some flavah to my typical lettuce/dressing salad. Now if only I had some cheese. I could make a salad with MULTPLE TOPPINGS. I could be substantially less bland.
Today is a weird day of Firsts for me.
First day this year I've worn shorts.
First day after having had sex in about 3 months.
First day I had to wear my knee brace for my jog in about a year.
First day I actually did not want to go to the movies since...I don't know. Ever?
It's weird...I've been ramped up to see Get Smart for OVER A YEAR. And I've been wanting to see The Love Guru for a few weeks, too. But when I was up this morning and afternoon getting things ready for the day...I just couldn't gather the motivation to head out to see both/either. Maybe I just don't feel like going to the movies by myself? I don't know. If I can drag myself out to see friggin' Meet The Spartans and The Bank Job (which WAS good, but not anything momentous) by myself just to see something as often as possible, I should be able to head out to see one of two movies I've actually been waiting for. Right? But no. Not so much.
They both show several more times today, I'm sure. I may yet make it out to see Get Smart today and then save Love Guru for next week (nothing comes out next week I want to see until Hancock the following week), but for right now...I feel really good being undressy and relaxing in my apartment.
It was also the first night I ever slept on my newest pillow without its pillowcase on. I must have lost it somewhere at Tina's, because it was not in my laundry last night when I got home and started sorting.
This was an emo weekend for my poor dad. He had to go up to my Grammy's house and help them take their dog Zeus to the vet's to be put to sleep. Zeus was an 11 year old German Shepard and the most well-behaved, nicest dog you'd ever meet. Over the last year or so, his back legs really went to crap, though, as I guess is what happens to most German Shepards, especially ones as big as Zeus. In the last week, he just got especially bad especially quick, and as of Friday night, he could no longer stand up at all.
My dad really loved Zeus; Zeus was his buddy. They went outside for smoke breaks and walks and everything. My dad dog-sat Zeus whenever Grammy was away for the weekend; he sounded really sad yesterday when he called to let me know it was all done.
It's really sad because Zeus was still completely coherent and aware; he wasn't turning into a senile old pup that was pottying everywhere. He just couldn't get around at all. We all knew it was coming--Grammy and Jim kept saying they just wanted him to make it through the summer for the past few months--but that doesn't make it any better.
I told my dad to have a good night with Zeus Friday night and give him as many Scooby Snack cookies as Zeus could eat...I know what it's like to have regrets about pets after they are gone, and it's not worth it. I still wish more than anything I could fix the way things ended with my Kaiba...he was the best pet I ever had, and I think about him so often and how much I wish I could have changed everything. Or anything. So I hope my dad had the good final night with Zeus that I didn't get to have with my kitty.
Back to the subject of movies, I've got about three weeks till Hellboy 2 comes out, and...I don't know. I really did not like the first Hellboy all that much, but that's because it was the only time in my life where I became what I usually hate so much: someone who won't accept the movie for what it was because I wanted it to be the source material. I let my love of Hellboy the comic get in the way of my enjoyment of Hellboy the movie. Hellboy as a comic is impeccably researched and witty and intelligent; as a movie, I thought it was two quick-and-dirty and hokey.
I'm hoping HB2 does well, though, since now Guillermo Del Toro is more widely known and loved than he was when Hellboy first came out. But if Hellboy does well, that keeps the door open for other independent comics to get made. And when I consider that two different books that have had crossovers with The Savage Dragon are getting movies this year (Hellboy and Wanted), it feels my heart with hope that someday a Savage Dragon movie will get done. Even though, OH MAN, if I let my love of Hellboy blind me to the movie, I can't imagine how I'd be if my favorite comic ever got turned into one.
I still want it more than life, though.
Like I want the Dragon Ball movie that is going to be coming out next year-ish, even though I know it's going to be awful beyond words.
Today is a weird day of Firsts for me.
First day this year I've worn shorts.
First day after having had sex in about 3 months.
First day I had to wear my knee brace for my jog in about a year.
First day I actually did not want to go to the movies since...I don't know. Ever?
It's weird...I've been ramped up to see Get Smart for OVER A YEAR. And I've been wanting to see The Love Guru for a few weeks, too. But when I was up this morning and afternoon getting things ready for the day...I just couldn't gather the motivation to head out to see both/either. Maybe I just don't feel like going to the movies by myself? I don't know. If I can drag myself out to see friggin' Meet The Spartans and The Bank Job (which WAS good, but not anything momentous) by myself just to see something as often as possible, I should be able to head out to see one of two movies I've actually been waiting for. Right? But no. Not so much.
They both show several more times today, I'm sure. I may yet make it out to see Get Smart today and then save Love Guru for next week (nothing comes out next week I want to see until Hancock the following week), but for right now...I feel really good being undressy and relaxing in my apartment.
It was also the first night I ever slept on my newest pillow without its pillowcase on. I must have lost it somewhere at Tina's, because it was not in my laundry last night when I got home and started sorting.
This was an emo weekend for my poor dad. He had to go up to my Grammy's house and help them take their dog Zeus to the vet's to be put to sleep. Zeus was an 11 year old German Shepard and the most well-behaved, nicest dog you'd ever meet. Over the last year or so, his back legs really went to crap, though, as I guess is what happens to most German Shepards, especially ones as big as Zeus. In the last week, he just got especially bad especially quick, and as of Friday night, he could no longer stand up at all.
My dad really loved Zeus; Zeus was his buddy. They went outside for smoke breaks and walks and everything. My dad dog-sat Zeus whenever Grammy was away for the weekend; he sounded really sad yesterday when he called to let me know it was all done.
It's really sad because Zeus was still completely coherent and aware; he wasn't turning into a senile old pup that was pottying everywhere. He just couldn't get around at all. We all knew it was coming--Grammy and Jim kept saying they just wanted him to make it through the summer for the past few months--but that doesn't make it any better.
I told my dad to have a good night with Zeus Friday night and give him as many Scooby Snack cookies as Zeus could eat...I know what it's like to have regrets about pets after they are gone, and it's not worth it. I still wish more than anything I could fix the way things ended with my Kaiba...he was the best pet I ever had, and I think about him so often and how much I wish I could have changed everything. Or anything. So I hope my dad had the good final night with Zeus that I didn't get to have with my kitty.
Back to the subject of movies, I've got about three weeks till Hellboy 2 comes out, and...I don't know. I really did not like the first Hellboy all that much, but that's because it was the only time in my life where I became what I usually hate so much: someone who won't accept the movie for what it was because I wanted it to be the source material. I let my love of Hellboy the comic get in the way of my enjoyment of Hellboy the movie. Hellboy as a comic is impeccably researched and witty and intelligent; as a movie, I thought it was two quick-and-dirty and hokey.
I'm hoping HB2 does well, though, since now Guillermo Del Toro is more widely known and loved than he was when Hellboy first came out. But if Hellboy does well, that keeps the door open for other independent comics to get made. And when I consider that two different books that have had crossovers with The Savage Dragon are getting movies this year (Hellboy and Wanted), it feels my heart with hope that someday a Savage Dragon movie will get done. Even though, OH MAN, if I let my love of Hellboy blind me to the movie, I can't imagine how I'd be if my favorite comic ever got turned into one.
I still want it more than life, though.
Like I want the Dragon Ball movie that is going to be coming out next year-ish, even though I know it's going to be awful beyond words.