While looking for something to do while my computer renders for me, i've decided to blog. Since i'll be rendering sporadically tonight, so will my blog thoughts be. Let's get started!
27 Dresses.
Ok, this already looked pretty cheeseball in the previews, I admit. There are two levels of chick flicks. The good ones you can watch over and over again, like You've Got Mail! or When Harry Met Sally, or 10 Things I hate about you. And then there's the ones that are just trying to be good chick flicks in disguise. As in, they have all the pretty, all the gay best friends, all the cute apartments, but no substance. This movie would probably fall in that category. But I just can't pass up something with 27 dresses in it, you should know that by now. J was nice enough to endure it with me, although with several...SEVERAL rolled eyes in my direction. (Point it somewhere else buddy!)
The sad thing is, the movie actually had a few...no several! redeeming qualities and interesting ideas and somewhat humorous dialogue. But for some reason that I just can't quite figure out, it just fell flat. The jokes that should've been funny in theory...weren't quite. I wish I got to be in on the writing sessions and see how the magic (or lack thereof) happens.
Side Projects.
They're great for creativity sake, but not so good for the bags under my eyes. It's already 3am, and I need to decide whether to pull an all nighter and finish up this piece while i'm in the zone, or go to bed and try and get back into the zone tomorrow, AFTER my 8 hr day. Hmm...oh the choices.
Speaking of which...It's 3am. I can answer my own phones. Ha. Ha ha ha.
Today in the car I thought of writing down all my funnies and compiling them into a book called: The NOT SO FUNNY Funny Book. Or, The Funnies That Never Were. What do you think? New York Times Best Seller? Thought so.
Also today in the car I absentmindedly checked a voicemail on my cell phone, SANS HEADSET! (egads!) only to realize after I hung up that I could've gotten another ticket!! My driving record can't afford another one of those!
Of course, not to say that I'm an awful driver or anything. What, you think just because I happen to be an asian and a female, that I'm automatically a bad driver? Well you're wrong. I'm an excellent driver. Just ask my dented Corolla. (none of which were my fault, of course.)
Ugh, i think i'm out of material...or i'm just tired.
Until next time!
(In the mean time you can take my poll!)