Van Helsing: Hot-cha!
Go see it. I won't go off about this flick, because in my honest opinion Van Helsing is a movie which you either love it or hate it. I loved it, you yourself may hate it. I was slightly disappointed by the ending, which left it WAY open for a sequel but didn't explain much. However, Hugh Jackman is HOT and therefore I forgive the movie's few shortcomings. And, I suppose, Kate Beckinsale is equally high up on the hot-o-meter, but she just got married last weekend to her boyfriend, so sorry ladies.
AND Van Helsing took in 54.6 million on its opening weekend, while Troy took in an industry-upsetting 46.5 million. It looks like Brad Pitt in Troy is more Troy Donahue than Troy the juggernaut. Tee-hee.

And the WB still sucks. Tomorrow night marks the final episode of Angel, and from what I've read there's a lot of bitterness reflected in the last hour. Someone dies, someone decides it's not worth it, and there is nothing like the happier-than-expected ending to Buffy in sight. God help me, the boycott starts at 10 pm tomorrow night. Grab your bootstraps kids, the fight is ON!
Whatever. Just me, who's going to care?

Hatches Battened; Storm Passed
The neighbor didn't come by. I was upset, I was kinda actually hoping to tell her she's stupid. Ironically enough, by her not coming over she proved just how ridiculously much we DON'T need her around to ruin our nights. I hope she stays away.

--The difference between irony and sarcasm is that irony happens naturally; sarcasm must be manufactured for the moment.

Tying the Yellow Ribbon
I have always admired the people in this country brave enough to broadcast their patriotism by plastering their houses and vehicles with the proverbial yellow ribbons. I myself am not that patriotic, I have issues with the military and their culture, and I don't think we should still be in Iraq. However, with one phone call, my views may have changed slightly. Only slightly, but they have changed.
My cousin-by-marriage, Joey, is going to Iraq next week. I don't know what job he has in the army, I don't even know how long he's been in, but next week he's shipping off to the hot spot.
I don't condone the military's presence in Iraq, I don't watch the news, I'm actually really not that interested enough to care. But now, a splinter of my life is worming its way into the heart of all that which I ignore. I don't really know Joey that well, but he has been around in my life since I was very small, and to think that he is going over there chills my blood. Someone I know is over there now. Someone I KNOW. I won't get into the politics.
I will, however, tie one of those cheap plastic ribbons around my stairway railing.
Someone I KNOW is over there.

Batten Down the Hatches, She's A-Comin!
The ex-neighbor from hell is coming over tonight, kiddies! Standby for details!

Oh yeah, and the WB still sucks.

In Defense of Angel
I know, I know, I'm getting worse and worse at updating, but ya know what? Don't care. This ain't a thousand-circulation paper, and GAWD knows that this is more of my musings set to screen that no one cares about.
But I defer. I did want to write a bunch of random bon mots that I've heard and said lately....but no, I'd rather sleep than compile research. I was REALLY tempted to write about the abuse stories from Iraq, being ex-military myself, but then....too spicy for this early in the morning. Maybe later. HOWEVER, since it is Thursday morning, I feel the need to pontificate about a subject very near and dear to my heart...
The cancellation of Angel.
With last night's confusing-till-the-very-end episode out of the way, one of my favorite series is only on more Wednesday away from the final curtain. Next week, our favorite hottie with a soul is calling it a century with only five years under it's belt. I am devastated. What will I do while I wait for the DVD?
Simple. I finish the long-anticipated (for some of not by all) Candra Chronicles. At least there, there is no forseeable ending in sight. However, for those of you keeping track (hi shippers!), a THIRD cycle has begun. But I digress with the bragging.
The WB is making a mistake. It's going to lose a lot of viewers, all rabid fans of Angel and Co., and without a decent show to make up for it I see a forthcoming backlash. That may just be me, of course. However, I will ramain faithful to that which is Angel and continue my boycott of the WB once it's over.
Alas, Angel, we never got to see you totally naked. It's time for David Boreanaz to do an R-rated flick so that my fantasies can be more vivid. But don't tell my husband that.

Word of the Day, and Kill Bill Rocks
Pimperish: adjective; pimped out, supa fly, bling-blinged. Also: Pimpricious. As in: "Oh my god check out my car it is SO pimperish ain't it?"
Moving on.
So I went and saw Kill Bill Volume 2 back on the weekend it came out, and I must say, although it is VERY different from the first Kill Bill, it is still Tarantino. Serious Tarantino. If you're looking for the blood and caca-guts of the first movie, however, you will be disappointed. Just a friendly warning. NEXT!

The Britster Strikes Again
Fucking saints preseve me from watching MTV ever again. From now on, I stick to 'Surviving Nugent' on VH1. Jeesus.
So I have nothing to watch, and I figure 'll just post every few minutes with random thoughts until my computer poops out on me, and the New Britney video comes on. Oh, wah, her life is SO hard that she has to put out such a controversial video to distract the public from her ridiculously outlandish and tasteless behavior. WHAT ever. No, seriously, have you ever seen it? She's bleeding, and then she's drowning or something, and there's this whole thing with a baby....
I don't fucking get it. I just know that I am SICK and TIRED of music videos turning into nothing more than ads for Jacob the Jeweler and 1-800-FUCK-ME-HARD numbers. Really. Whatever happened to music for the sake of music? Videos for pure entertainment instead of shameless self-promotion?
Okay, I'll try that again. I understand that videos are nothing more then shameless self-promotion, that's why they're made. But COME ON NOW...
I miss the MTV of the eighties. Now THAT was entertaining.

Never Again With the Fake Sushi!
You know, that stuff that they sell at the grocery store, all fully cooked crab meat and shit. Well, if you haven't seen it, trust me you're not missing out on much. Anyway, we bought some for a quick dinner, and two days later we ate the leftovers. Now, keep in mind that this stuff is FULLY COOKED, and ALWAYS REFRIGERATED.
Nonetheless, about fifteen minutes after I ingested it, the sushi made a comeback. With a vengeance. Like, serious turbo-yakking. I was promptly shoved into bed by the hub-unit (who got a much-needed night off that night, natch), and forced to swallow pepto bismol and water, thereby negating the soothing (if chalky) pepto bismolly experience.
And my fucking computer has a virus. It may be time to revamp. Yay. Computers are the debbil. The DEBBIL, I tell you.
Hi Sabrina.

How NOT To Act At The Vetrinarian's
Actually, that's a stupid title, but I couldn't think of anything else. I was up at 6 this morning, trying to pull on a sweatshirt so I could get the kitten to the vet by 7 which is, by my own groggy estimation, WAY too fuckin' early. I won't even get into the weight of the bill, and I can't WAIT for my husband to get home so I can yell at him. I guess it's just part of my job description to get the ersatz children to the doctor's on time. I actually had to borrow a car just to get Hobbes there this morning. GUH.
Last night the hub-unit's favorite guy got cut from Mad Mad House, and he wasn't home to see it. Heheh. I love that show.
Currently spinning in the CD Player: 'This Love', Maroon 5.
How HOT is the lead singer? And his voice: very hep. I must buy the whole cd. MUST. So should you.

How Lazy Am I?
Oooh, have I not written in a while! My bad, for those of you out there that read me (if you exist).
We got anew ca-ar, a new ca-ar, woop woop! Finally gone is that hideous red truck that guzzled gas and took twenty minutes to park, FINALLY. We are now the proud owners of a 2004 Dodge Neon SXT. It's gray, and it smells nice, and I just tricked the interior out in purple Scooby-Doo. The purple will be gone by this next payday, but it was fun while it lasted, the whole week.
Bruce is on twelve hour night check now, so I am really bored and almost suffering brain-leakage from consistent five hour blocks of Law and Order. I need to start cleaning the house more or something.
MOVIE TO WATCH: Hellboy. Just trust me and go see it at least once. There are some laugh out loud scenes and dialogue, in a good way, and the villian is deservedly creepy. If you're a fan of the comic book you'll be pleasantly satisfied.