July 20th, 2008

drahmah tyme!!

Postscript to Yesterday.

Not to belabor this point because I'm as tired of writing and thinking about it as you are of reading about it, but I decided that I was going to make a concerted effort just to *not* read anybody who's not on my f-list anymore. Maybe I'll look once a month or something but I don't need to be looking once or twice a week. I've added, or added back, as many non-friends as I can whose shite I still want to read. Some of them had been on my list and I dropped them either for inactivity or because they formerly had ties to a particular person on my "do not deal with" list. (Sadly, there are still a few people who I don't think I can add or really talk to because they're still intimately involved with said dispenser of turditude. ) Some of them I often enjoyed reading but just didn't add because I didn't know how my journal would go over with them or I was worried about "issues" with a different mutual friend who sometimes bitched at me for being too friendly with people they considered "Their Friends" (which is laughably ironic in light of how they've behaved with some of MY friends, but I don't wish to go into that further here).

I had a couple more paragraphs written about this but I think what I said is enough so I cut it short.

I was also thinking of going to the movies today because "The Dark Knight", which I'm not sure I want to sit through, and "Mamma Mia!" which I'm slighly more interested in sitting through (plus it's an hour shorter) are both playing up the street. I might still go but I've come to the conclusion that I don't like movies in theaters that much - too passive, can't do other things during the movie, it's dark, you gotta be quiet, etc. - and I mostly go to theater movies in order to consume 1000+ calorie buttered popcorns that I never eat at other times. Even if Heath Ledger is the best thing since Bogart in Casablanca, sitting through 2 hours and 48 minutes of him plus previews of coming attractions would require me to eat at least two large popcorns with extra butter sauce refills. Add to this the feelings of self-loathing I get when watching gorgeous skinny actresses as I shove buttered popcorn in my face and...well. I might still go later but I read themoviespoiler.com and that'll do, for now. I like to know the end in advance. I read fiction last chapter first as well.
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No, I don't mark my SPOILERS. Deal.

That dorky "Mamma Mia" movie is worth going just to see Pierce "Bond, James Bond" Brosnan make a complete eejit of hisself singing "SOS". We also got a huge laugh out of the disclaimer at the very very end of the credits regarding the depictions of characters smoking.

Other than that it was notable for being the most energetic I've ever seen Meryl Streep ever and also being the first time I've heard "Chiquitita" and "I Have a Dream" since high school, when my then-best friend used to play those songs on her git all the time. Hearing them probably would have made me feel bad once upon a time but doesn't particularly naow.