I had Mexican food for the first time I was diagnosed with Acid Reflux in December 2005, and God, I'd forgotten how much I loved fresh salsa. It's a piece of gastronomic heaven, and before the ugly breakup with He Whose Cheating Wang I Hope Falls Off In a Bit of Divine and Syphilitic Vengeance, I ate it several times a week, sometimes daily. After the breakup, I no longer had such an affinity for Mexican fare, but I still indulged every month or so until December 2005, when Prilosec OTC became my keeper. I may regret it in the morning, but that Plato #3 was delicious, and besides, I got to air out my Crouching Cripple, Hidden Spanish.
I saw Over the Hedge today. If nothing else, I love animation because it gives older actors a second pass at the brass ring. William Shatner was hilarious as the melodramatic opossum who keels over at the drop of a hat. He's a Grade-A ham, and he revels in it. Hedge was also memorable for full-turtle nudity and interspecies lovin' between a skunk and a Persian cat.
Plotwise, it's your standard Amoral Con-Artist Raccoon Manipulates Good-Hearted, Naive Animals Into Doing His Bidding, Only to Realize That He Cares for Them, but the dialogue is snappy, and there are enough sight gags, sly puns, homages, and satirical pokes at American culture and suburbia to entertain. Alison Janney plays a wonderful psychotic president of the homeowners' association, and she must have been tickled to get to play against type.
On a final note, I am so glad Bruce Willis wound up with the role of R.J. instead of Jim Carrey. Carrey would have butchered the character in a frenetic, spastic attempt to remind the audience that it was the Great Jim Carrey behind the animated pixels, and Steve Carrell's delightful performance as Hammy would have been grossly overshadowed by the ridiculous theatrics.
I wrote 1,200 words of untitled Flack/Stanhope today, but it is still not done. I want to write more, but I have a midterm tomorrow, and common sense demands I study for it. Tomorrow is also the day I take my photos to Walgreens for development, so you may soon see the face behind the keystrokes. That entry will, of course, be friendslocked because I don't want every Dick, Willie, and Spanky Johnson seeing my face, and I would hope that my flist would respect the lock.
Until tomorrow, then.
I saw Over the Hedge today. If nothing else, I love animation because it gives older actors a second pass at the brass ring. William Shatner was hilarious as the melodramatic opossum who keels over at the drop of a hat. He's a Grade-A ham, and he revels in it. Hedge was also memorable for full-turtle nudity and interspecies lovin' between a skunk and a Persian cat.
Plotwise, it's your standard Amoral Con-Artist Raccoon Manipulates Good-Hearted, Naive Animals Into Doing His Bidding, Only to Realize That He Cares for Them, but the dialogue is snappy, and there are enough sight gags, sly puns, homages, and satirical pokes at American culture and suburbia to entertain. Alison Janney plays a wonderful psychotic president of the homeowners' association, and she must have been tickled to get to play against type.
On a final note, I am so glad Bruce Willis wound up with the role of R.J. instead of Jim Carrey. Carrey would have butchered the character in a frenetic, spastic attempt to remind the audience that it was the Great Jim Carrey behind the animated pixels, and Steve Carrell's delightful performance as Hammy would have been grossly overshadowed by the ridiculous theatrics.
I wrote 1,200 words of untitled Flack/Stanhope today, but it is still not done. I want to write more, but I have a midterm tomorrow, and common sense demands I study for it. Tomorrow is also the day I take my photos to Walgreens for development, so you may soon see the face behind the keystrokes. That entry will, of course, be friendslocked because I don't want every Dick, Willie, and Spanky Johnson seeing my face, and I would hope that my flist would respect the lock.
Until tomorrow, then.
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