Resolutions & Bad, Baaaad Movies
It's such a weird feeling to be at work and have actual work to do... I guess it's a good thing.
Things are looking up a bit. I received my replacement credit card last night, and it seems I have already been credited back the stolen charge. The charge on my debit card should be zeroed out any day now. After all those annoying and humiliating things I had to do to resolve this, it almost seems now as if whole thing never happened.
This is neither here nor there, but man, that Bewitched movie looks fucking awful. Who the hell is going to see this movie? And it's not even really based on the show, it has this Hollywood self-parody-insidery thing going on, and that sort of storytelling in movies is really starting to get on my last nerve. Movie heads are so blatantly out of original ideas that they just keep feeding off their tiny self-contained world, as if every little nuance of what goes on in Hollywood is just so fucking fascinating to everyone. Robert Altman got it right in The Player, but enough is enough with this self-reverential movies-about-movies crap.
This weekend I might go see Gay Roomie's cousin's band play somewhere in Bayside. I say "might" because I really don't want to, but I met the cousin once and he was a nice kid and I'm a little curious to see if he plays well.
Gay Roomie has been in Buffalo since Thursday on a business trip (oddly enough), and I've been partying like it's 1999 this whole time. It's so nice to be alone once in awhile, considering that he normally never ever leaves the apartment, ever, but I will probably still be lonely when I finally move.
Well, better get to work. Enjoy the weekend, all.
PS-- I noticed today that Amazonia the Hot New Receptionist has really bushy eyebrows. Turn-on or turn-off? The verdict isn't out yet...