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The Drama, it's a-stirrin' again. If you're not already aware of that which I speak, count yourself lucky.

I just don't understand this NEED that some people have to go out of their way to cause trouble and then wallow in the ensuing chaos. As much as we joke about Attention Whores and DramaMamas, there honestly seem to be people a step further than that. People who, well, feed on confusion and controversy and pity. If they're not already in the middle of Teh Drama (preferably as the central figure), then they go make some! The bigger, the more outrageous, the more potentially damaging, the better!

::sigh::

I don't get people. And I'm profoundly grateful for that.

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I plan to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith this weekend, and I fully expect to have a good time. Even Roger Ebert agrees.

By the way, he's a huge slash fan. You can tell. Don't believe me? Check out the following excerpts from his reivew:

Gable and Lombard and Hepburn and Tracy have also been invoked, but given the violence in their lives, the casting I recommend is The Rock and Vin Diesel. In the opening scene, they could fight over who has to play Mrs. Smith.

Sorry. Lost my train of thought.



Recently I've noticed a new trend in the questions I'm asked by strangers. For years it was "Seen any good movies lately?" Now I am asked for my insights into Brad and Angelina, Tom and Katie, and other couples created by celebrity gossip. I reply that I know nothing about their private lives, except what I read in the supermarket tabloids, which also know nothing about their private lives. I can see this comes as a disappointment. So I think I'll start speculating about threesomes enlisting The Rock, Vin Diesel and Vince Vaughn, selected at random. This may be an idea for the sequel.

Cleaning house

Time for a little spring summer cleaning. Specifically, cleaning up my bedroom.

I finished unpacking the living area boxes before the new roommate moved in, but I've had a couple of boxes in my bedroom just sitting in the corner, mocking me with their imaginary cardboard eyes. Well, I finally got tired of their insistent stares and decided to put them away. It turns out that these last few boxes were the ones I'd just dumped stuff into willy-nilly in my "gotta get the hell out of here" packing approach when we left the old apartment. Consequently, a good third to half of it was stuff I could and am going to throw out. As for the rest of it, the stuff's going to remain in boxes (although more efficiently packed now) until I can get some shelves for the bedroom to put it on. But there are definite feelings of accomplishment. :-)