“Bedazzled” Review

I rented this movie expecting it to be lame. I wasn’t horribly disappointed. The characters are 2 dimensional stereotypes, at best, the acting is kinda enh, barring the female love interest, who does a good job with some crappy lines. The plot and dialogue are generally uninspired. It does have a happy, feel good ending, and a yin-yangish, but generally childish view of evil. Not much in the way of eye candy.

2 out of 5 stars. Rent it if you’re bored, single, there’s nothing on tv, and all your friends are out of town (fit my situation perfectly =)

Up too early, go to church?

That’s what I get for sleeping on the office floor I guess. For once I appreciate daylight savings time in the spring.

I’m thinking of going to church for once (it’s a sunday morning, what else am I going to do? Research on my paper? Not likely =) Of course, I’m thinking of a unitarian universalist church (not too many religious groups have an enthusiastic welcome for their gay vegan atheist bretheren). Sadly for today, but happily in general, their services don’t start until 11am.

They do have a 9:45am discussion group, apparently this week’s topic is an international criminal court. Maybe I’ll go to that.

Next week (when I’ll be in Chicago for the CGMC show) is about the ethics of eating (that would have been very interesting, oh well). UUU (unattached unitarian universalists) is meeting on friday, when I’m on the train to chicago, and next sunday is also when Interweave, the church’s gblt{etc} group meets. Similarly for next month, all this fun stuff is happening when I’ll be out of town for Josh’s graduation =)

I guess that there are worse things than having a life =)

Freaking weird dream

I can’t really remember much of it, but I do remember that in it I was taking a group shower in one of the bathrooms in my parents place, with three of the characters from Queer as Folk (the American version), Mike, Brian, and someone else I can’t remember right off. It wasn’t sexual, it was just sort of camradely. Then, as everyone was collecting their towels, and comments were zinging back and forth, I looked back in the shower, and it was in a pretty disgusting state. Then I woke up.

I guess that’s what I get for a) talking about polyamory with a friend, b) making a cameo at a UPitt gay dance thingy c) then chatting on gay.com so late that I don’t feel like either biking home or waiting for a bus in the cold and d) taking a few hours of shuteye on the office floor.

So now I’m going to go home and drop off my rent check and sleep some more. Later =)

Despondency

“Gray ceiling on the Earth
Well it lasted for awhile
Take my thoughts for what they’re worth,
I’ve been acting like a child
Your opinion, what is that?
It’s just a different point of view

What else, what else can I do?
Said I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry.
Said I’m sorry, but what for?
If I hurt you then I hate myself
Don’t wanna hate myself, don’t wanna hurt you
Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew how much I love you

I won’t be your winter
I won’t be anyone’s excuse to cry
We can be forgiven
And I will be here…”

-Your Winter, Sister Hazel

Rabid Weasels

Someone must have stuffed rabid weasels in my head, and I think they’re eating their way through to my brain. Today has not been an optimal day. But I did go down to the ACLU, and start the volunteering process. It was chaotic, disorganized, and pretty cool. And I got some tasty baklava.

Must beat on systems people until they break like pinatas, dropping their tidbits of information to share among the partygoers. Must remove rabid weasels. Must talk with real honest-to-goodness-people. Sleep would be nice too.

Drugs and Happiness

It’s a topic that’s come up on a couple of journal’s of late. In a discussion of standards for boyfriends on virtualexile‘s journal, someone else said they would never associate with anyone who did drugs, and kidkero just posted an intense, in depth, blow by blow of his first, and perhaps last, circuit party weekend. It’s brought up alot of thoughts, and I’m going to ramble on this for a bit.
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