Sunday, February 15, 2009
This afternoon I went to the movies with my mom to see Slumdog Millionaire. Which was excellent. However, the previews seemed an odd choice. They showed trailers for both Watchmen and Wolverine. The woman behind me was not amused...just as the second preview ended she said, "Okay, let's see something real." Granted, I was finding the previews an odd preface to Slumdog Millionaire, but hello? You're at the movies. Nothing is real.
Oh, and note to the older gentleman a few seats back...turn up your hearing aid! Just because you can't hear what's going on and need your wife to repeat the lines, doesn't mean the rest of us want an instant replay.
Oh sorry...am I supposed to be talking about books? Okay then, let's talk about Fool. This is Christopher Moore's latest, and let me tell you...this was a big mistake for Monsieur Moore. Whopping. Fucking huge, in fact, to borrow some of his vocabulary. Because while I'm going to finish the book, and there are sections that are amusing, and while I like the f word probably more than the average reader, this book is turning into one giant fuck-fest. And I mean that in a number of ways that I won't elaborate on. Additionally, even though it's the Middle Ages, the debasement of women is wearing very, verry, verrry thin. I'm starting to feel like Moore phoned this one in. And that he feels like his fame gives him a certain amount of liberty when it comes to insulting people and filling the pages with references to sex.
Finally, in a moment of weakness, I joined Facebook. So far, I have one friend (the same person who talked me into this madness). Anyone out there need another friend? Because Facebook-wise, I look like a total loser. And please, let's just ignore any other ways I might appear to be a loser.