Inglourious BEEEP!

Yeah, last night Andrew and I watched Inglourious Basterds (don't they have spellcheck in Hollywood?) thanks to Netflix. I tried to swing the "since we just watched a boy movie we can get a girl movie next" move, but Andrew wasn't having it. What's so wrong with Julie & Julia? C'mooonnn! But we're getting The Life Aquatic next. A compromise. I typically love Wes Anderson films--even if I don't reaaaally get it half the time--so I wasn't totally disappointed. Anyway, written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious took a Golden Globe on Sunday, so I gave in and decided we should see the durn thing. Word to the wise, if you are squeamish or can't take head-bashing and blood-spurting, don't watch this movie. BUT, it is a very interesting film, one that I can't stop thinking about, and I don't particularly enjoy blood bath type movies. It is rated R for "strong graphic violence" so I can't say I wasn't warned. So, there's my review. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle (GI Joooooeee!) The rest is up to you.

Now, I just want to say this onnnne, tiiiiny thing about Scott Brown (R) from Massachusetts. In 1982 when he was in law school he posed in his birthday suit (with some strategic hand placement) in Cosmo magazine and was voted "Sexiest Man of the Year" by said magazine. And he just got elected to the Senate to take over Kennedy's seat. Now, if a woman had some sort of centerfold like the one ol' Scottie has in his portfolio, she probably wouldn't even be elected to the PTA, much less the Senate. I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin'. He says he's an Independent, but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...and has "Duck" next to his name on the news...he's probably a Duck. Bye-bye, healthcare bill...hello, filibuster. And that's all I have to say about that.

On a lighter note, I'm suuuuper excited about the 2010 Vancouver Olympics! They start February 12th and go through the 28th. Among the scheduled events are Alpine Skiing, the Luge, Snowboarding, Figure Skating, Speed Skating, Curling, and more! Check out the website--I promise if you aren't excited now, you will be after perusing the site. True story, when I was in elementary school I wanted to be a professional ice-skater (many thanks to Kristi Yamaguchi and Tara Lipinski) and I looooved watching the winter Olympics just to see the figure skating. Had I ever even been ice skating? Nope. Did I care? Nope. For career day at school we all had to make "hats" in Art and the whole third grade would go out into the "pod" (which was the communal convening area for the classes) and separate into categories. Me and this other kid who wanted to be an archaeologist were the only ones without an obvious category. Awesome.

In later years I would move on to also being passionate about archaeology, actually staging "digs" in my own backyard, unearthing a baseball (which I thought was a dinosaur bone in my blind pursuit of history) and a large rock (which I cracked open with a hammer just to make sure there were no ancient fossils or beautiful crystals inside). After archaeology, the law earned its place in my heart and I would hold mock trials in my living room with my friends, swearing witnesses in with a Bible and calling the court to order with my father's gavel from his presidency in his college fraternity. Ah, make-believe is an extraordinary thing when you're a kid. Figure skater-archaeologist-lawyer-nurse. And there's my career history, in a nutshell.

Happy Thursday, everyone!