You're gonna be bothered by how cool I am.

After making copies literally all day and putting together about 50 notebooks for the Children's Sunday School Leaders, the first sign of old age is upon me. My back is killing me. Yes, get me a cane. I'm a 28-year-old invalid. That was the most work I've actually done at work in a while. Not to mention the dozens of interruptions, one bu someone who wanted me to have something done by 4:00, when they secretly meant 3:00. I must have missed the part in my job description where I'm required to be a mind reader.

*sigh* I do actually love my job. Just not today.

I'm putting myself on the DT "patch." Slowly but surely, I am completely losing interest in all that mess. I hate that the whole world of HP seems (according to some) to revolve around who HERMIONE is going to choose to love when she's 16 or 17 years old. End of rant. Honestly, my back hurts too badly to get into what's wrong with the HP fandom.

On a more pleasant note, I saw a couple of really great movies this holiday weekend. Friday night I saw "Dirty Pretty Things," which was excellent. The title and the suggestive poster with star Audrey Tautou make it seem like soft-core porn, but it's actually about the rough life of immigrants in London. It's a realistic look at a specific aspect of urban life that doesn't resort to cliches and self-important grit. I loved it.

Then Monday afternoon I saw a very strange film by Francois Ozon called "Swimming Pool." It's a very interesting dissection of the creative process, as well as a kind of re-awakening for the main character, who is a mystery writer taking a break from life in London. It's one of those freakish (nowadays) films that actually makes you work and think a little. It's wonderful.

I'm still trying to squeeze in another viewing of "Pirates of the Carribean." I love this movie to pieces (how unoriginal of me), and I am breathlessly awaiting the sequel everyone keeps saying is gong to be made. I have had a love affair with Johnny Depp ever since he kicked the bucket so memorably in "Nightmare on Elm Street." I always thought Heather Langenkamp's character in that movie must be either a lesbian or a nun not to want to hit that. He's simply incredible - as an artist and as a beautiful man. He could spread butter on toast and make it look like the most fascinating (not to mention sexy) thing in the world.

After making copies literally all day and putting together about 50 notebooks for the Children's Sunday School Leaders, the first sign of old age is upon me. My back is killing me. Yes, get me a cane. I'm a 28-year-old invalid. That was the most work I've actually done at work in a while. Not to mention the dozens of interruptions, one bu someone who wanted me to have something done by 4:00, when they secretly meant 3:00. I must have missed the part in my job description where I'm required to be a mind reader.

*sigh* I do actually love my job. Just not today.

I'm putting myself on the DT "patch." Slowly but surely, I am completely losing interest in all that mess. I hate that the whole world of HP seems (according to some) to revolve around who HERMIONE is going to choose to love when she's 16 or 17 years old. End of rant. Honestly, my back hurts too badly to get into what's wrong with the HP fandom.

On a more pleasant note, I saw a couple of really great movies this holiday weekend. Friday night I saw "Dirty Pretty Things," which was excellent. The title and the suggestive poster with star Audrey Tautou make it seem like soft-core porn, but it's actually about the rough life of immigrants in London. It's a realistic look at a specific aspect of urban life that doesn't resort to cliches and self-important grit. I loved it.

Then Monday afternoon I saw a very strange film by Francois Ozon called "Swimming Pool." It's a very interesting dissection of the creative process, as well as a kind of re-awakening for the main character, who is a mystery writer taking a break from life in London. It's one of those freakish (nowadays) films that actually makes you work and think a little. It's wonderful.

I'm still trying to squeeze in another viewing of "Pirates of the Carribean." I love this movie to pieces (how unoriginal of me), and I am breathlessly awaiting the sequel everyone keeps saying is gong to be made. I have had a love affair with Johnny Depp ever since he kicked the bucket so memorably in "Nightmare on Elm Street." I always thought Heather Langenkamp's character in that movie must be either a lesbian or a nun not to want to hit that. He's simply incredible - as an artist and as a beautiful man. He could spread butter on toast and make it look like the most fascinating (not to mention sexy) thing in the world.