I had a whole list of things I was to accomplish yesterday. Tragically, I was...detained.
Look upon me, mortal, and despair! For I am more powerful than your puny willpower! I am the Destroyer of Good Intentions! I lay waste to to your task lists and purported agenda!
Do you discount me, human? Do you refuse to acknowledge my awesome power? Do you look longingly at me, in the midst of your assorted duties? Do you enter my obscenely plush and comfortable domain? Do you quaveringly vow "Well, just one chapter, and then I'll get back to work"? Then I have already won!
You are no match for me, mortal. For I am The Napping Couch -- and I will prevail!
Yes, I am a big geek, and yes, I did watch the special features on the LOTR DVD last night. Your point?
At any rate, I meant to blog about going to see Blue Crush, the kick-ass girl-power surfer-chick flick, as part of Lotti's birthday celebration. The movie itself was pretty damn cool to look at, if somewhat plot deficient. Gee, do you think Anne-Marie will overcome her fears and surf the Pipemasters competition? Will she be distracted by the hunky quarterback? Will she let down her friends and family?
If you're seriously asking any of those questions, you obviously haven't seen a single movie in the last, say, 100 years.
So yeah, plot and dialog -- eh. Visuals? Oh. My. God. They got some amazing shots of breaking waves, of the way the water curls beneath the surface, of just how awesome and violent the sea is. It's incredible. Plus there are pretty, buff people in bathing suits. It's legitimate T&A, people! What more could you ask?
Well, actual nekidness, I guess. That's what the contingent of prepubescent boys who sat in the row in front of us were asking for. For once, we weren't the loudest people in the theater with our snarky comments -- they were very vocal in their likes and dislikes. That included a bit of homina-homina-homining at the girls in bikinis ("You are waaaaaaaay to young to be talking like that," I said. "No we're not!" they squeaked.) and a a few predictions as to what was going to happen ("They're going to have sexual intercourse!" "That's where the penis enters the vagina!" I swear, we did NOT say any of that. In fact, Lotti was moved to ask them, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" How's that for an odd turn of events?). I fear for the youth of this nation -- but mostly because they cheered the preview of the new Tom Green movie. Oy.
Anyway, the surfing shots were way cool. It did not, however, make me want to surf -- there were a few too many getting-dragged-across-the-sharp-coral-by-the-vicious-undertow-after-a-spectacular-wipeout shots for me to want to take up the sport. Also, I'd look very silly in board shorts.
The climactic competition sequence was pretty damn cool, not the least because of the "all-us-girls-are-in-it-together" vibe that was going on. The cool pro surfers were giving our plucky young upstart heroine advice and encouragement even as they competed. "See!" Lotti said, "Women are different! They don't have to be nasty to each other to compete! We rock! Kum Bah Ya!"
Bob had another explanation -- "Dude, check out those lesbian surfer chicks trying to get into her board shorts! You know they're going to be hitting on her something fierce when they get back to shore."
[Note -- both of these comments are paraphrased, in part because my parents read this site.]
So yeah, Blue Crush -- good cheesy fun. Women rock. Surfing is cool, and I'm far too much a wimp to try it.
In other news, I got an e-card from Angie, Jordan and Jesse commemorating my two-year anniversary as a dog pimp. *Sniff.* I'm so proud.
Look upon me, mortal, and despair! For I am more powerful than your puny willpower! I am the Destroyer of Good Intentions! I lay waste to to your task lists and purported agenda!
Do you discount me, human? Do you refuse to acknowledge my awesome power? Do you look longingly at me, in the midst of your assorted duties? Do you enter my obscenely plush and comfortable domain? Do you quaveringly vow "Well, just one chapter, and then I'll get back to work"? Then I have already won!
You are no match for me, mortal. For I am The Napping Couch -- and I will prevail!
Yes, I am a big geek, and yes, I did watch the special features on the LOTR DVD last night. Your point?
At any rate, I meant to blog about going to see Blue Crush, the kick-ass girl-power surfer-chick flick, as part of Lotti's birthday celebration. The movie itself was pretty damn cool to look at, if somewhat plot deficient. Gee, do you think Anne-Marie will overcome her fears and surf the Pipemasters competition? Will she be distracted by the hunky quarterback? Will she let down her friends and family?
If you're seriously asking any of those questions, you obviously haven't seen a single movie in the last, say, 100 years.
So yeah, plot and dialog -- eh. Visuals? Oh. My. God. They got some amazing shots of breaking waves, of the way the water curls beneath the surface, of just how awesome and violent the sea is. It's incredible. Plus there are pretty, buff people in bathing suits. It's legitimate T&A, people! What more could you ask?
Well, actual nekidness, I guess. That's what the contingent of prepubescent boys who sat in the row in front of us were asking for. For once, we weren't the loudest people in the theater with our snarky comments -- they were very vocal in their likes and dislikes. That included a bit of homina-homina-homining at the girls in bikinis ("You are waaaaaaaay to young to be talking like that," I said. "No we're not!" they squeaked.) and a a few predictions as to what was going to happen ("They're going to have sexual intercourse!" "That's where the penis enters the vagina!" I swear, we did NOT say any of that. In fact, Lotti was moved to ask them, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" How's that for an odd turn of events?). I fear for the youth of this nation -- but mostly because they cheered the preview of the new Tom Green movie. Oy.
Anyway, the surfing shots were way cool. It did not, however, make me want to surf -- there were a few too many getting-dragged-across-the-sharp-coral-by-the-vicious-undertow-after-a-spectacular-wipeout shots for me to want to take up the sport. Also, I'd look very silly in board shorts.
The climactic competition sequence was pretty damn cool, not the least because of the "all-us-girls-are-in-it-together" vibe that was going on. The cool pro surfers were giving our plucky young upstart heroine advice and encouragement even as they competed. "See!" Lotti said, "Women are different! They don't have to be nasty to each other to compete! We rock! Kum Bah Ya!"
Bob had another explanation -- "Dude, check out those lesbian surfer chicks trying to get into her board shorts! You know they're going to be hitting on her something fierce when they get back to shore."
[Note -- both of these comments are paraphrased, in part because my parents read this site.]
So yeah, Blue Crush -- good cheesy fun. Women rock. Surfing is cool, and I'm far too much a wimp to try it.
In other news, I got an e-card from Angie, Jordan and Jesse commemorating my two-year anniversary as a dog pimp. *Sniff.* I'm so proud.
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