Probably should skip this one...getting a little serious

I realized while watching 50/50 tonight that perhaps I need movies. 

It's no shocker, really.  I tend to use movie references more than real-life ones, and have actually seen 97% of all* theater-bound films in the last five years.  Is that bad?

The thing is, I fail at emotions.  Ask Teh Geek, ask my disciple.  They'll agree with me on this one.  Whatever emotions DO surface, are usually the most inappropriate ones for each situation.  Or dramatic overreactions that I cannot control.  Also, I am the worst crier ever, but more on that another day. 

As I was watching tonight's story play out, it suddenly hit me: movies teach me (and presumably people like me) about all this emotional mumbo-jumbo.  It's like training for real life, but in 90-120 minute installments.  Each one encompasses a longer span of time, fast-forwarding through a series of situations or events, and you see the protagonist and his merry men act through life, demonstrating how to respond according to each situation.  They cry.  The music swells, you cry.  They smile, you dry your eyes and smile too.  Logically, you should not be responding alongside them, as you shouldn't be so deeply emotionally invested in their lives.  You've only been a part for an hour, after all.

Meh.  Enough of this crap.  Movie was decent, albeit predictable.  I think that's what I say after every single show I see.  Still fits, I suppose.  Wonder if I passed tonight's "class."


*this statistic is totally made up on the spot, but I'd be willing to bet that it's pretty damn close to reality.  Seriously, I've seen nearly everything.  Even The Creature, which has gone down in history as one of the lowest-grossing theatrical releases of all time.

We all stink

I would like to know why men wear masculine cologne, and women wear this pretty floral perfume crap.  If I'm going to spend all this time sniffing Teh Geek, and it's obvious his manly scent comes from a bottle, then why shouldn't I *want* him to smell all pretty?  I cannot stop huffing this new perfume I got, but chances are he doesn't give a rat's ass about this, let alone how pretty it smells.  So why do I even bother spraying myself with it?  I'll just rub some bacon grease on my neck (and elbows while I'm at it-- that stuff has to work wonders for dry skin!), and spritz him with something pretty, and BAM!  We'd be all over each other.


Right?

I AM NOT BITCHY!

I've been busy being totally grouchy lately, but it's entirely Teh Geek's fault.  For reals, people.  He dared to go out with his buddy last night for a couple of drinks while *I* had to work, and thus couldn't come along.  AND on top of it, he was all "I'm calling you to tell you I love you and see how your night's going" at like, 10:30 at night, which is when he knows I'm almost always available to ta lk but not lately because 10:15 is the new 10:30 at work, and by 10:30 I'm around people and socializing is completely unacceptable.  Which is why I've been pissy.
MY FUCKING HUSBAND CALLED TO TELL ME HE LOVES ME. 

what a douchebag.

And this is why I fail at blogs

So, I tend to write entries on scrap paper at work, and then am too lazy/forget to actually type them into this handy little box when I'm near my computer screen.  Soooooo, here comes a dump of 3 of the less-sucky entries.  Woot!

I've been an utter bum this week (like most weeks really)
I blame it on the world...OF WARCRAFT!!

And Felicia Day.  She, Jeff Lewis (aka Vork), and I were chilling most of the weekend.  And by "most of the weekend," I  mean for like 75 whole seconds.  And by chilling I mean "I followed them onto and escalator and TOTALLY bumped into Jeff Lewis and gave him my spot so I could ride in the back (what's up now, Rosa Parks?!) and stare at them both and I SWEAR I wasn't stalking them at the time so they can totally drop the restraining order so I can continue to send Jeff my used socks undies LETTERS.  Fanmail, people! 

And that's my shitty story.  I have a photo to prove it.  But again I'm lazy, and too lazy in fact to post it up on here.  Ok, fine.  Brace yourself for awesomeness.


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ok, I couldn't find the photo after a whole 35 seconds of browsing, I think it's still on my phone, not in the batch I transferred.  Fail.
In the meantime, enjoy this other image from comic-con chicago (holla!)

ahh, Leia.  Classic.