August 11, 2002

I'm disappointed that all the movies I wanted to see this weekend have been getting terrible reviews. I've been eagerly awaiting xXx because, well, Vinn Diesel is a bad-ass of monumental proportion. However I find that my teenage step-sister and her boyfriend thought it wasn't all that great. If it failed to impress a teenage boy, what hope is there? The other movie I've been anticipating is Blood Work because, well, Clint Eastwood is a bad-ass of monumental proportion. Ok, perhaps that's not quite true, but it's close. I've only seen mediocre reviews of that as well. Sigh. I guess I'll have to settle for waiting until turkey day for more great movies.

Borrowing a meme from tonight's Sex and the City, I wonder if perhaps my earlier comments about fear and loathing were overly judgemental -- or maybe mescaline-induced hallucinations; did I really see bats? We're all judgemental about the unknown, especially when it walks right up to you and tweaks you on the nose. I'm too young to be this cynical, maybe it's all a blessing in disguise. Sure, it's dressed up like Boy George, but hey, not like there's anything wrong with that, right? I guess part of being an adult is rolling with the punches, not running to Daddy whenever you skin your knee or the bully on the playground goes "boogily woogily". So we roll: float like a butterly, sting like a bee. It's adaptation that keeps us alive. I must outrun the dinosaur.

I wonder what will happen to me when I finally do have a mid-life crisis. I mean really, if I'm a basketcase now, what chance do I have of surviving that?

Posted by pinkerton at August 11, 2002 11:42 PM