Also watching: Call me crazy, but I'm getting kind of addicted to that Crossing Over with John Edward. I don't know if it's bullshit or not, but I'm completely hooked.
Reading: My new issue of Vanity Fair. Much to my chagrin.
Eating: Slush. I made more slush last week, for no reason whatsoever except that I wanted more. Dora wants more, too. I'd take her some if she lived near me.
Dreaming: That Dubya picked Al Gore (who was only 30 and a close personal friend of mine) to be his press secretary. The three of us plus Hillary Clinton hung out in the Oval Office eating Chinese food. WTF?
Random Fact: One of my mother's best friends married the director of photography on Dead Again. I remember the day my mother called to tell me that this woman was getting married, and that her fiance was a cinematographer. I was looking at my DA poster at the same time she said his name, and I was like, "Wait a minute!" Sadly, my parents did not take me to the wedding, and I never even got to meet him the whole time I lived in L.A., which is probably a good thing. If I had ever gone to their house, I probably would have been caught sneaking into his den and rummaging through his rolodex for Kenneth Branagh's phone number.
Longtime readers may have noticed a distinct lack of Sunday evening or Monday morning X-Files blathering.
Well, there's a reson for that. It's because I have been bored out of my freakin' mind. I never really knew how much of my interest in that show had to do with Mulder, but apparently it was a lot, because I hardly care anymore. It's not that Robert Patrick isn't doing a fine job, even though his accent is kind of annoying. It did bother me that Scully did a complete 180 when it came to taking over the "well, isn't it possible" role. I mean, yes, over the years she's come to accept more and more, but it seemed she just threw all her skepticism out the window since Mulder left.
Maybe getting pregnant with (choose one:) [an alien baby] [Mulder's baby] after having all your eggs harvested during your alien abduction will do that to you.
So I was reading my latest issue of Vanity Fair last night before bed, and I came across an article about... furries, I think it was. Or plushies. The name is not important.
You know how there are some things in this world that you find out about, and you get a feeling that you would have been just fine if you had never known they existed?
Well, here you go. There are a small group of people out there who find their sexual satisfaction from... stuffed animals. They looove their fake furry animals, from their little teddy bears all the way up to their football team's mascot. They name themselves after them, they dress up as them, they fill their house with them, they sleep with them (and I don't mean just sleep, people). They have their own conventions, for crying out loud.
Now, I do try to remain non-judgmental when it comes to others' sexual proclivities, and I don't suppose I condemn any activity at all, so long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Besides, I tend to think there's some kind of kink out there for everyone, whether they want to admit it or not. But a stuffed animal fetish?
I'm just saying, I probably would have been happy to never know that an organized group of stuffed animal fetishists existed.
But it reminded me of something I read recently. Jason Alexander was talking about the internet (I don't know why, exactly) and saying that people with the most bizarre sexualities in the world are now able to find others exactly like them. As he said, you could do a search for people who like to have sex with goats who are on fire, and the internet would probably come back with "What breed of goat?"
Apparently, a stuffed goat can do the trick.
So, I have tele-filed my federal income taxes and I am getting a refund, woo-hoo. It is enough for me to get a new computer, but just barely, so I've decided to go with the DVD player instead.
To be honest, it's not just that I'll have some money left over to be responsible and pay off some bills with. No, the whole DVD player purchase has been spurred by my recent discovery that my favorite movie of the modern era -- Dead Again -- has been released on DVD, and I must have it.
I was surprised that it had been released, frankly. It wasn't a huge movie back in 1991 when it originally came out, and it isn't like anyone still talks about it. But I saw it on the shelves last week when I was buying Mary her birthday present, and now I can hardly wait to watch it. It has all the usual extras -- deleted scenes, cast interviews, Branagh's commentary.
So there you go, Dead Again will be my premiere DVD purchase. It will probably be purchased concurrently with the DVD player. When Harry Met Sally will be the second. I'm thinking Casablanca will likely be the third. After that, I'm open to suggestions.
