Major writers block.

on every level.

sucks..............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Went to see Beowulf (3D) this evening at the IMAX. It was a lot of fun to see it. You do not have to know anything about the old poem to enjoy this version. Its been 15 years or so since I have read the verse, which back then I had thought it to be a neat story. The main thing I remembered about it was the spilt between good and evil (or humans and monsters) with Cains killing of Abel. I recollect the mother and son relationship and Beowulf's role. But I didnt remember the details, although I could have taken a glance at the copy of the story I have in my collection. Again, no need to read it to enjoy the movie. Its full of action, gore and a beautifully muscled Beowulf, played by Ray Winstone.

If you dont already know, the movie is in CGI. While the characters maintain a bit of a vacant look, it is a giant step up from the looks of Polar Express (Tom Hanks). The details on some of the people, and most of the scenery and definitely the monsters, is amazing.

A snippet from a film review regarding the look of the actors/actresses:

"Anthony Hopkins looks every bit like Anthony Hopkins, only slightly more wizened, and worryingly more naked. Angelina Jolie gets digital breast implants - would they have given Einstein a bigger brain? As for Ray Winstone in the title role, he's sporting a six-pack that could splinter skulls.."


Jolie definitely looks animated/digital. There aren't any details to her and she looks the most "vacant" of them all. But still gorgeous in the short screen time her character had. The other characters in the movie have a greater 'real' look and 'feel' to them. Veins, hair, eye reflection, skin lines, gorgeous ripped man belly and thighs, and so forth.

See it in the IMAX theater for sure.

My date, "T" and I went to the 6:25 show this evening (Sat), which the tickets were purchased online earlier in the day (rock on!), since when we tried to go last night, the shows were sold out. The show we went to today sold out early as well.

I imagine it will be like that all weekend and then some.

ok, i am way over due for bed.. sleep.. dreams..

Thanksgiving in a couple of days. I do not even know what I am doing yet. Thats how it usually goes, ho hum. Received this email earlier, found it rather cute. enjoy

"18 things you can only say at Thanksgiving"
Well, say them anytime

1. Talk about huge breast!

2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.

3. It's Cool Whip time!!!!!!!

4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!

5. That's one terrific spread!

6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.

7. Are you ready for seconds yet?

8. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?

9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some.

10. Don't play with your meat.

11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in.

12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?

13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once.

14. You still have a bit on your chin.

15. How long will it take after you stick it in?

16. You'll know it's ready when it pop's up!

17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that!

18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen.


So anyway, a couple days early...Have a Happy Thanksgiving

Turkey, Tofurky, Pizza or whatever.. eat up, wear elastic waistband! :D

One by one my windows and doors are being 'winterized' with plastic and weatherstripping. Each sheet of plastic reminding me that it will be about five months before I rip it off with the promise of warmer temperatures. Some windows will have the blinds permanently down for the winter. I dont feel as creative or motivated to arrange the plastic in such a way as to be able to put them up and down. This year, it will be either or.


I was chilled to the bone, feeling the dropping temps combined with a barrage of conflicting thoughts, feelings and ruminations*.

A single Guinness helped remedy that.

My thoughts are more in order, of which I am grateful. We are, what we think.

What a funny night..



casual activity partners encroaching further into my life that I ever planned or care to allow. Martyr vs good friend? who knows.