Friday is going out with a whimper. I still have to sign in to work some tonight and I really need a nap. Instead, I’m sitting here Blogging again.
Bubbagump is home from the vet and has a huge animal collar on to stop him from licking his stitches. Don’t ask. The infection was huge and there’s a lot of stitches and gross things that probably would make me faint if it were me.
I don’t have a stomach for anything. Right now it’s hard because this is my cat. He knows I’m going to make things okay but he has exposed stitches and a thing on his side to drain the infection and part of me just wants to scream and run away when I have to look at it or clean his wound off. But I can’t. He’s my responsibility and I have to get over my lack of a stomach to do what’s best for my pet.
I’m sure parents go through this a lot. I hope one day to be a father and hopefully this is good training for that but you know, there’s still that part of me deep deep inside that’s going “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew” to the thought of facing this with anyone else.
Lara Croft was a big issue today in chat when I was there. Boobs and Guns actually made it to the TechTV airwaves. I thought it was cute that Stacee and Adam saw the movie together to provide a review. Adam had to take the PC approach to the movie because he’s out numbered by women 5 to one on that set. It was great that Steve said something so over the line that nearly everyone just gave him a blank stare and I swear Robyn was about to zaaaaaaaaaaap him with those magic eye beams.
Personally, I never saw the point to the tomb raider games. I have a friend who is tre obsessed with Tomb Raider. She loves the puzzles and can figure it out and really get into what Lara is doing. But me? I tried the first game. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing. I couldn’t figure out how to get past some dogs or through a really dumb maze and I spent more time wondering why she’s in an ice cavern in short shorts. Okay I know the answer, to get guys like me to buy the game.
Today’s coverage was also kind of funny because in describing how ridiculous the movie was with the sexplotation angle Stacee may have actually encouraged more of us to go see the movie. I’m sorry but I’m a guy, I have guy hormones, and when Stacee started going on and on about how Lara took a shower in the film and demonstrated how she arched her back and flaunted herself it came off as, well, kinda steamy. I wanted to see the movie for half a second after that.
I’ll probably end up seeing it with my usual group of friends. I don’t go to movies that often and there’s reasons why. Usually what I see is great FOR ME, but my friends hate it. So in picking a movie, it’s best to let them suggest so I can’t take the blame for dragging them to see something god awful.
Case in point: Dungeons and Dragons.
I went to see D&D with my friend Evil Jim and my Aerosmith obsessed friend Kevin. Neither really wanted to see the movie but they went because I wanted to see it.
We get to the theatre and Kevin sits on one side of Evil Jim and I sit on the other. This was to prevent Evil Jim from walking out on the picture, which he has a long history of doing.
Two minutes into the movie he turns to me and says “Die.”
It continued for two hours.
I’m loving the movie (even if it was a C movie), I’m sitting there with my nachos and my soda and I’m smiling and I’m psyched. But any time I look at Evil Jim he snarls “You are dead.”
The only thing that kept me alive at the end of the movie was the fact that throughout the movie I knew I was dead and I knew Evil Jim was a big D&D fan. So I came up with 10 or 12 probing questions about D&D in relation to the movie that got him to talk about the movie in a way that wouldn’t end up with him punching me in the face. Which, by nature, he should done have as soon as the lights went on.
I still got punched — well, in the arm, mind you, and hard — but at least it wasn’t the face and it wasn’t in a way that would do any damage.
This time if we go to a movie, it’ll be a Kevin suggestion to Evil Jim. That way I’m not blamed for anything that happens as KEVIN suggested the movie, not me, and it’s KEVIN who will get punched in the arm — not me.
Maybe I’m getting wise as I get older. I don’t know.
Out for now.
k9