Or so it would seem. My track record for blogging this year. Just about.
Huh.
Sigh.
Anyways, I could ramble on about some of the things going on in my life right now, but that would produce a slightly confusing and somewhat disjointed read.
So, I'll just complain about my evening. How's that?
Well, actually just the movie we went to see tonight.
I'm sure many people out there will disagree with me (and others will emphatically agree) but I just have to say something about Watchmen.
First, a disclaimer that I have never cracked a comic about the Watchmen, let alone heard of them until they started running Watchmen covers on the EW magazine. Obviously, my husband is not of the same camp as I.
I cannot believe that that movie only got an R. And that it was 3, three -- THREE hours long. I'm not SUPER squeamish, but really, the butcher knife, and the electric circular saw thingy.. c'mon.
Then the movie just started getting ridiculous. It so wasn't believable or realistic. And I know it was a comic, but so was Iron Man and Batman, and X-Men, but somehow those characters and plots seemed so much more believable. Suddenly, there is a blue and white and black tiger like thing with matching fur-covered horn-like appendages shooting out of its head. Right.
Oh, and since it is CGI, we can show men-parts. Full frontal. Ugh. Oh, and a almost pornographic bedroom scene, or really, flying owl-like hover craft- ship-plane-thing scene. Which of course, had all the high school kids tittering and squirming. Gross.
Speaking of gross, can I just say that the guy who sat next to me seemed harmless enough at first, but then as the torture dragged on, I heard smacking every 30 seconds or so... like, mouth smacking. And not in the kissing kind of way. Just, opening and closing of the mouth. Constantly. Then, about half way through, I notice he's picking his nose. Often. Yeah. Sick. THEN he starts leaning on the armrest, which my coat happens to be kind of resting on, so now I must get it dry cleaned. And finally, the icing on the nasty cake, at the end of the movie, he stands up, I see a ball of socks in his hand, as he shoves his BARE feet into his shoes. Um, this nasty person was BAREFOOT throughout the whole movie. I was two seats from the aisle, but I would have rather braved shoving myself through the completely immature and super messy teenage boys who took up the rest of the row in the other direction than leave over the floor where the smacker-boogie-leaner-barefoot individual had sat.
Shudder and cry.
On a side note about the movie, Pete says of all the movies he has ever seen, it was the most faithful to the book/comics. Which, in that case, I'll just pass on reading them.
And now, I don't have enough time to make bread in my bread machine for a craft gathering tomorrow, because I spend three hours at that movie. Sigh.
Huh.
Sigh.
Anyways, I could ramble on about some of the things going on in my life right now, but that would produce a slightly confusing and somewhat disjointed read.
So, I'll just complain about my evening. How's that?
Well, actually just the movie we went to see tonight.
I'm sure many people out there will disagree with me (and others will emphatically agree) but I just have to say something about Watchmen.
First, a disclaimer that I have never cracked a comic about the Watchmen, let alone heard of them until they started running Watchmen covers on the EW magazine. Obviously, my husband is not of the same camp as I.
I cannot believe that that movie only got an R. And that it was 3, three -- THREE hours long. I'm not SUPER squeamish, but really, the butcher knife, and the electric circular saw thingy.. c'mon.
Then the movie just started getting ridiculous. It so wasn't believable or realistic. And I know it was a comic, but so was Iron Man and Batman, and X-Men, but somehow those characters and plots seemed so much more believable. Suddenly, there is a blue and white and black tiger like thing with matching fur-covered horn-like appendages shooting out of its head. Right.
Oh, and since it is CGI, we can show men-parts. Full frontal. Ugh. Oh, and a almost pornographic bedroom scene, or really, flying owl-like hover craft- ship-plane-thing scene. Which of course, had all the high school kids tittering and squirming. Gross.
Speaking of gross, can I just say that the guy who sat next to me seemed harmless enough at first, but then as the torture dragged on, I heard smacking every 30 seconds or so... like, mouth smacking. And not in the kissing kind of way. Just, opening and closing of the mouth. Constantly. Then, about half way through, I notice he's picking his nose. Often. Yeah. Sick. THEN he starts leaning on the armrest, which my coat happens to be kind of resting on, so now I must get it dry cleaned. And finally, the icing on the nasty cake, at the end of the movie, he stands up, I see a ball of socks in his hand, as he shoves his BARE feet into his shoes. Um, this nasty person was BAREFOOT throughout the whole movie. I was two seats from the aisle, but I would have rather braved shoving myself through the completely immature and super messy teenage boys who took up the rest of the row in the other direction than leave over the floor where the smacker-boogie-leaner-barefoot individual had sat.
Shudder and cry.
On a side note about the movie, Pete says of all the movies he has ever seen, it was the most faithful to the book/comics. Which, in that case, I'll just pass on reading them.
And now, I don't have enough time to make bread in my bread machine for a craft gathering tomorrow, because I spend three hours at that movie. Sigh.
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