Watchmen

I bought advanced tickets.

That's right I did it, I spent the extra two dollars and am not ashamed of it. I rarely do that with movies. The last movie that I bought advanced tickets to was the Dark Knight, and I'll be damned if I feel sorry about doing it.

After reading the Watchmen graphic novel during the Christmas holiday break, I was as excited as any 30 year old male geeko who had actually read the Watchmen graphic novel when it was first released. I went with my girlfriends to see the movie, and afterwards found myself startelingly...dissappointed.

It wasn't that the movie itself was bad. On the contrary. The actors themselves (with the exception of the skinny little white man that played Adrian Veidt) fit and portrayed their roles as acurately as could (does anyone think that skinny little stick dude could kick Patrick Wilson's ass?).

Rorschach was deliciously insane, Dr. Manhattan's penis was a little too blue for my taste but accurate nonetheless, and Laurie was disgustingly gorgeous. Everything appeared to check out.

The length wasn't too bad. I understood the reasons for removing the internal subplots to keep the movie from being 5 hours long. I understood the rhetorical effectiveness of the soundtrack.

So what was so bothersome?

I suppose in the end, some of the central themes didn't quite grab me. While Mr. Denny Duchette portrayed The Comedian quite well, the sense of humanity's ironic degredation that was interwoven in the subplots of the graphic novel didn't quite translate onto the movie screen. In the end The Comedian wasn't quite nasty enough. He wasn't quite sweet enough. His part in the plot just wasn't important enough.

I guess I just now realize that The Comedian is my favorite character within the entire story. He isn't the boyscout, or the brain. He isn't sweet and cuddly. He isn't insane either. He is brutal. He is honest.

He is the human condition at both its finest and worst.

"What has happend to us?"

"What has happend to the American Dream?"

"It came true."

- Nite Owl to The Comedian

Whatever happend to Dinosaur Cookies

Does anyone else remember dinosaur graham cracker cookies? They came in a green box that looked as if it had a scene from Land Before Time on it. Not Land Before Time XXXIV but the original. The only one of them that was ever actually worth watching.

I remember how much I loved those cookies. I mean really loved them. They were a deliciously simple dessert, and considering how often my mother let me have them, my guess is they were also relatively healthy.

What was so wonderful about the cookies was their unique taste. It wasn't that of shortbread or graham cracker but that of a hybrid. The density of a shortbread cookie with a flavor that was reminiscent of graham crackers.

It just reminds me of how simple things were when I was a kid. Everything had a place, and everything had a purpose. Those were my after dinner cookies and that is what they were. A treat. Now the lines are so blurred. What to eat, where to go, who to spend time with...they aren't as clearly defined as they once were. And while most days I can handle it, today wasn't one of those days.

Someone just bring me a cookie already.

The Golden Girls

You know...there's nothing quite as satisfying as watching a few episodes of The Golden Girls before drifting off to dreamland. Something about the girls are so soothing. As if your grandmother had her friends over and was rubbing your back to put you to sleep.

The girls have spunk. They have class and sass. They also come on at the most ungodly hour.

I used to watch the girls right after Fraiser on Lifetime Television Network for Women, but they have changed the lineup. Now they are showing Desperate Housewives after Fraiser, which is nowhere near soothing, but rather manages to ruffle my feathers and make me want to eat some ice cream. Couldn't tell you why. Perhaps its because looking at Teri Hatcher run around like a chicken with her head cut off makes me want to vomit.

Good news champs! If you too want to enjoy the magic that is Dorthy, Sophia, Rose, and Blanche then tune into the Hallmark Channel at night! That's where you can find them!

Kisses n Stuff.

Magazine Writing

Today in my Magazine writing class we did a fun little excersise entitled "Snuggie". We wrote some short articles for magazines that you likely would NOT find an article about a Snuggie in.

This was one of my greats.

You know the Girls Next Door! Hef and the girls have a secret. They LOVE the Snuggie! You’ve all seen the commercials, but you’ve never seen Snuggies like this before! When Hef and the girls go on a picnic, or perhaps decide to take a midnight swim down by the grotto, warmth is a necessity. Each have a Snuggie specially designed to fit their needs. Kendra loves the sage, while Bridget and Holly cherish the maroon. Hef of course has a custom made black Snuggie with the playboy bunny on the front. And don’t forget, while the Snuggie offers warmth and comfort, it also provides back door access!

I also had help from my lovely team members. Ms. Kathleen N. and Ms. Anne S.