I really need to develop some film. Bah. I’m too lazy. Why on earth did I take 50 billion rolls of film at Gunstream?

A.I. is the most fabulous movie in the whole wide world. The previews kept my expectations fairly low, even though I knew that it was written and directed by the god Steven Spielburg. I just can’t express how much I loved this movie. It was the second time that I’d ever cried in a movie, the first being “Life is Beautiful”. During the movie, I was pretty much fine (except for three rogue drips that got past my defenses), but the second the credits started to roll, all barriers went down and I just started bawling.

I really love Haley Joel Osment. That kid has so much talent that it’s astonishing. If he doesn’t win Best Actor at the Oscars, I will lose what little faith I already have in them. This movie will completely sweep the Academy Awards. It’s just fabulous! ::sigh:: I’m so glad that Spielburg decided to do his own thing intead of directing the Harry Potter movie. That would have been severely disappointing. A.I. is sheer brilliance, and you guys all have to see it.

Tanja is back!!!! ::throws flower petals all about::

Bad joke of the day award:

Lost on a rainy night, a nun stumbled across a monastery and requests shelter there.

Fortunately, she’s just in time for dinner and was treated to the best fish and chips she had ever tasted.

After dinner, she went into the kitchen to thank the chefs. She was met by two of the Brothers.

The first one says, “Hello, I am brother Michael, and this is Brother Charles.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” replies the nun. “I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful dinner. The fish and chips were the best I’ve ever had. Out of curiosity, who cooked what?”

Brother Charles replied, “Well, I’m the fish friar.”

She turned to the other Brother and says “then you must be….?”

(hilight below for the answer. The pun is painful)

“Yes, I’m afraid I’m the chip monk.”

Bah. I can’t write my essay. I have Moulin Rouge stuck in my head! All throughout my bath, I pondered what it would be like to do an actual musical production of Moulin Rouge (it would be hell, I tell you). I figured out how to get around a lot of the difficulties, but without the groovy Baz Luhrman filmography, it wouldn’t be the same. Oh well. I think I might want to give the screenplay of Terry Pratchett’s “Wyrd Sisters” a try when I’m in college. ::sigh:: I’m going to love college. Such performance opportunities!

Yay! Elfwood is coming back! ::does a happy dance::

I’ll be so happy to keep his dinner warm

While he goes onward, and upward.

Happy to keep his dinner warm

Till he comes wearily home from downtown.

I’d be there, waiting until his mind is clear

While he looks through me; right through me,

Waiting to say “Good evening dear, I’m pregnant.

What’s new with you from downtown?”

Oh, to be loved by a man I respect

To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect!

Oh, to be there in the corner of his mind. Darling, absent mind.

Such heaven!

Wearing the wifely uniform while he goes onwards and upwards.

Happy to keep his dinner warm till he comes wearily come from downtown.

In celebration of a suddenly working scanner, I decided to do a bit of scanography (like Xerography, but with a scanner instead of a Xerox machine). I present these “entertaining” pieces of “art” for your “amusement”.

Me with my infamous carton of no-pulp orange juice

Me looking very scary. I’m amused by the weird double chin the scanner decided to give me.