the Budig computer lab makes me feel all sexified

Don't know why. Just does.
It's the coat. My black, swanky, cape-like winter coat.

It's snowing.

And now, some movie reviews.

Shrek 2 was more enjoyable than the first, if only due to John Cleese, Jennifer Saunders (I didn't know she could sing!), and yes...Annnnnntonio Banderrras.
Dood, c'mon pirate + cat. How could I not.

Stepford Wives (remake) was decent. More of an, eh.

Harry Potter 3 was good, though maybe not as good as I'd hoped. Too stylized? (It's the director, I know). Then again, I didn't read the third book, so what the fuck do I know.

Elf was really, really fucking funny. And it had Amy Sedaris (bonus).

Envy was pretty funny too, but only (really) because of Jack Black.

And all of this was so unbelievably important that I had to post about it in my stinking online journal. Enjoy!

p.s. I'm still a horrible person. More on this later.

emo is not me-mo

Maybe this "emo" poop is over. Maybe I'm outta the loop, as the kids say, but this is so not my generation. I am an old codger and though I may have a secret, very secret, romantical and sensitive side, I'm more of a realist. It's why the Cure makes me giddy like a schoolgirl and it shocks me when people call it depressing. I guess that makes me part of the DOom Generation.
What a shitty movie.