Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Today, my single friends and I will be eating, drinking, and celebrating our unattached status, while the coupled folks tear each other in a mad dash to get to Dillon’s floral on time for that last withered rose. Even when I was in a relationship, I never did get the fuss; why does the demonstration of love and devotion matter on this one silly day? More importantly, I’ve never understood the role of St. Valentine himself – the Christian martyr, beheaded for being in the wrong place and believing in the wrong thing. What do all the flowers, shiny rocks, and candlelit dinners have to do with him?
Monday, February 12, 2007
At a time when the studios generally seem to release punt movies, ones they are not really pushing for Oscar nominations or otherwise, we’ve been blessed with at least two exceptionally good films: Children of Men and Pan’s Labyrinth. I didn’t know much about either film going in, and I prefer it that way, though some others might want a bit of warning about the nature of the content. Pan’s Labyrinth is extremely violent, possibly the most violent film I’ve ever seen (though the effect might have been enhanced by the fact that I was not expecting it). Someone who is a wilting lily about such things, as I am, might find it very difficult to watch.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Setting: A modest, sparsely furnished office. SECRETARY is seated at a large wooden desk, typing at a computer. Confused, BALD DUDE wanders in from off-stage, holding a hat and a briefcase. He is in his mid-fifties and sweating profusely.
BALD DUDE: Excuse me, I’m really sorry.
SECRETARY: How may I help you?
BALD DUDE: I’m looking for….uh, he’s a math grad student….gosh, I’m sorry to bother you. I’ve been looking for his office. His name is Fernando?
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
So, that bit about my parents being the craziest parents recorded on the Internets? Lisa Nowak, astronaut and mother of three, has totally blown that claim out of the tepid water from whence it came:
She was the Robochick. He was Billy-O. According to police, her obsession with him led her to drive 900 miles from Houston to Orlando, bringing with her a trenchcoat and wig, armed with a BB gun and pepper spray, and wearing a diaper to avoid bathroom breaks on the arduous drive.
Once in Florida, Lisa ”Robochick” Nowak apparently confronted the woman she believed was her rival for the affections of William ”Billy-O” Oefelein. And this tawdry love triangle has one more twist — it involves two astronauts.
