snacks and movies and other trivialities of life

It occurs to me that I forgot to mention Dagoba Chocolate. I've taken to buying a nice-yet-unusual chocolate bar and keeping it in the fridge until we eat it, figuring that I can try new things by simultaneously inflicting them on my spouse keeping them there until I get up the nerve.

Last week's fun: lime and macadamia nut.

Fantastic. The nuts aren't too obnoxious - they're cut up fine, so you don't get huge pieces of nut - and the lime is ... neat.

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*sigh* I hate Yearly Female Appointments. That is all. But the weather has cooled down to the mid-seventies and is apparently staying there until Friday, thank God, because this 90F crap is ridiculous. Where's my RAIN? I demand rain.

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This weekend we watched 'Read Or Die' volume 1 (which was quite good), the rest of 'His and Her Circumstances', volume 1 (also good, and very good to watch when you're feeling sorry for yourself because god DAMN there's a LOT of ANGST) and '32 Short Films about Glenn Gould', which ... was a Canadian Film. It had an interesting structure ... and the story was fascinating ... but it's not for everyone.
Ah, National FIlm Board. I can always count on you to put out misunderstood artsy films. Although I don't know what it says about me that after I was done watching it I wanted to watch something that was complete slush. Obviously I'm a terrible film student.
Oh, and 'When Harry Met Sally', because Bravo was airing it. Nora Ephron is the only one who makes romantic comedies I can actually stand to watch. What is it about the romantic comedy? What turned it into cheap slushy date fodder? It's a good idea, it can be done well, why isn't it?
Oh right, hardly anyone's interested in making good movies any more. We're all stuck with crummy action flicks that have no story, crummy romantic comedies that have no story, and big-budget special effects crap. Right. Story? What's a story? </pretentious film student>
Okay, I'm done now. Carry on. Except that this song is awesome.

i got your future world dictator right here

The kid's lying in the middle of the floor, listening to tunes and murmuring to himself. In the thousand-monkeys-writing-hamlet kind of way, occasionally he comes out with a word; and if he likes the way that sounds, he keeps saying it repeatedly.

So he just spent five minutes saying 'die'.

Edit: And now he's laughing to himself over ... something.

in my quest for decent fanfic ...

Sometimes I find things I don't expect. Like this Calvin and Hobbes fanfic, which is wonderful and really well written and thank the Gods it's not slashy, because then I would have to kill someone.
Seriously, it's good. Read. (link found and shared by kellinator)

In other news, ow.