Reviews and stuff.

Or, stuff and reviews. And, of course, the reviews aren't going to be much more than simple two line thoughts on the matter, but, whatchya gonna do?

When I hopped online today, one of the AOL headlines was that "some libraries ban 'America'". Being a fan of Jon Stewart, I thought, "Who be hatin'?" and decided to follow the link. As it started to load, the title bar gave a fuller account of the article, stating, "Mississippi County Libraries Ban Jon Stewart Book". Ohhhhh! Mississippi!

In other news, the armoire building experiment was not a complete failure! Hooray! It was also not a complete success, as I have not yet finished building it. (Dude. It's big, okay?) The only faults I had while constructing it were as follows:

1) A small cut on the base of my thumb. (Blood!)

2) I think I may have a small sliver of metal in the same thumb that was cut. It could also possibly just be some small under the skin type of blister that is rather painful. In fact, this thumb injury may not even be related to the building of the armoire at all.

3) Piece "H" was put on there backwards, originally. When I realized my error, I managed to undo it. (YAY!) But that was when I cut my thumb. Doh!

4) When I screwed the magnetic latch holder thing (that's the technical term, by the way) to the top of the armoire, it produced two diminutive bumps in the wood. Which means, either I overtightened the screws, I used the wrong length screws, or the wood is extremely cheap.

Other than those four things, it went pretty well. Doing man things is kinda cool. Who knew? Also! Saren and I bonded during the building of it, as she was my helper. She enjoyed placing the cam locks (that really is a technical term!) and screwing any screws that needed to be placed. She also liked to put the glue in the holes for the dowels. ("Dowels" and "glue" being yet two more technical terms. This blog entry is turning into "This Old House")

Okay. Reviews time.

Saturday at work I watched Raging Bull, which, as I had mentioned before, I had never seen. It was adequate. I liked it, I guess, but, like SpiderMan 2, I find that I don't really have much to say about it. I've thought about it for the past two days, but I don't know how much longer it'll stay with me. [shrug] I suppose the moral of the movie was "Professional boxers are people too."
Also, I'm reminded of Eddie Izzard:

"You don't talk to me that way! You don't talk to me that way! You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife?"

"I am your wife!"

"That doesn't matter! That doesn't matter! I say again, you fuck my wife?"

"All right, yes, I fucked your wife. I am your wife, and I fucked her."

Hee.

I also caught the last fifteen minutes or so of Ella Enchanted on Saturday (Saren was rewatching it, and it was ending as I got home from work). Super enjoyable! I think we may wind up buying that movie eventually.

Yesterday we finished the last hour of Garden State. Which makes that, what, like four days since we started it? Doh. I liked that, too. The message of that movie seemed to be, "All you need is drugs love." Oh, and "Zach Braff knows how to pick out really awesome, Gen X-ish music." Which are both very good (and true) messages.

But, today we can mail back Garden State and Ella Enchanted, and get ...actually I'm not sure what's next on our ...queue. (Yes, that word is slowly becoming acceptable to me. Slowly.)

And we finally watched last Wednesday's Lost. There are so many Otherland references going on now! Freaky! Maybe the secret will be that they're all Puppets trapped in a virtual simulation. Heh.