close encounters of the bad kind

Okay, I lied. I wasn't done blogging just yet.

I love movies. All kinds. My least favorite kind of movie are action movies but every so often I'll find one that I really enjoy. My all-time favorites are thrillers. Scary and/or psychological ones.

My kids have now been at overnight camp for a week now. There isn't as much to do around here as I originally thought! Sure, there are projects that require attention but some of these also require money to have them resolved and some of said projects are not in my budget right now. So I have to fill my empty time with things to do, right?! I mean, I just can't sit on my ass all day long and watch TV, can I?!

*wink*

This past weekend, there seemed to be an extravaganza of psychological thrillers on the tube. The first one was Dr. Giggles which I actually was dumb enough to waste money on at the theater! It's a really stupid slasher film but leaves you wondering about the medical profession! In fact, it's so stupid, there should have never been a synopsis written about it!

The second movie was called Danika and it totally fucked with my head to the point of possible permanent dain bramage. Bain dramage. Fuck it, you get the point.

The third was called Crazy as Hell which really should have been named Stupid as Hell but nevertheless, it really got me thinking, had me wide-eyed and shaking my head by the end. Great performances but the direction the movie went was a bit disappointing.

Early this morning, after getting into bed and hoping to go to sleep, I was flipping through the channels (first mistake) and saw that The Talented Mr. Ripley was on (No! Damnit, NO, Koolio, you're not watching this again! You know you won't be able to sleep after watching it! Don't be such a dumb fucking twat!). This is the kind of movie where you cannot watch it just once and while I can't recite the lines, I've watched it enough times to be able to tell you which scene comes next and tell you about the scene in detail before it's played out. If you've never seen the movie, go read the synopsis before continuing.

Aside from the fact that Matt Damon plays the role so creepily perfect that I can't watch another movie with him in it without thinking back to his Tom Ripley role, it really gets you thinking about life and how you would have reacted if put in his situation. So here it goes...

If you were some scam artist about to be caught, would you keep lying, cheating and killing to get your way out of it? Would you escape, moving from place-to-place, changing your identity and living your life as someone else just to try to keep yourself out of trouble? And on the flip-side, if you were someone who encountered someone such as Tom Ripley, what would you do? Would you do your best to get away from him or fuck with your own life and destiny and report him to the authorities?

Please don't ask me to answer my own questions as my brain is too fried from all this movie-watching!

i wanna' tell y'all a story

I try to give to charities. My own sister has a neurological disorder [which is probably why she's such a hairy bitch but that's an entirely different story] so I know all about worthwhile causes and organizations to donate to.

With being a single mom who doesn't work and with the economy being in the crapper, it's hard for me to give as much as I'd like to these days. But something happened the other night that has really affected my life and I wanted to share it with y'all.

This past Thursday, I entered the school campus to get into the carpool line and noticed a very large RV parked in front of the school's auditorium. It had writing on it but I had no idea what it was about. On Friday, my son asked me if we could attend a movie screening about a young man with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. His school is very big into community service, giving to worthwhile causes, being eco-friendly, etc., so I said "Sure, why not?".

I had no idea that I'd walk out of that auditorium a changed person.

I'll attempt to tell you the story about this young man but I know I won't do it justice so all I ask y'all, is when you're done reading this blog post, to click on any of the links in this post or on the advertisement in my sidebar underneath the 'about me' section and give. For $20, it will be so worth your time and money.

Darius Weems was 15 years old when his friends-turned-filmmakers took him on a 3-week trip from Athens, Georgia to Los Angeles, all so he could try to get on MTV's Pimp My Ride to get his wheelchair pimped out. Their journey also included finding how handicap-accessible America really is. They filmed a movie about Darius's experiences, experiences that many of us will never have. Along the way, long-lasting friendships were forged, friendships that you and I will probably never be fortunate to experience for ourselves during our lifetime. Now at 19, Darius is still traveling with his friends to spread the word about his cause and about Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Their goal is to sell one million DVDs in one year. Although people with DMD are surviving longer now, it is still the number one killer among young male children and I, for one, would like to see these guys reach their goal before DMD takes Darius's life.

Folks, if my 11-year old son was left speechless by this film and Darius's larger-than-life presence and attitude, that speaks volumes to me.

Please take some time at your leisure to at least look at this site. Thank you!

ick and double icky

Have you ever had a dream fantasizing about a particular celebrity?

Last night I had a dream, or should I say nightmare, about sucking face with actor Kevin Spacey.

Now don't get me wrong...I think he's one of the finest actors out there but that doesn't make me want to sleep with him. Ew.

And speaking of ickiness, this past weekend, against my better judgement, I allowed my children to watch Adam Sandler's new flick, You Don't Mess with the Zohan. Let me just start by saying, that I don't really care for Adam Sandler although I will admit that I find some parts of his movies amusing. This was not amusing in the least. Every other second, there was some reference to sex whether he mentioned it or you saw him dry-humping someone or something. And they padded his package so much, it looked like he was sporting a soccer ball in his drawers. If you thought the article I linked to describing the movie was awful to read, trust me when I tell you it was more horrifying to watch!

That's right people, don't mess with watching the Zohan! It'll fuck you up for life!

a little bit of this, a little bit of that

I saw Saw 5 (do not read the spoiler if you intend on seeing the film) last night. You would have thought after I saw The Strangers, I would have steered far away from scary movies for awhile, right?! The Strangers was more mind fuck than anything else. There's very little physical violence and the little that there is, you don't even see it actually happen, just the strain of what's occurring on the actors' faces. In the Saw series, you don't have to have seen any of the movies to know that there's a lot of gore but what a huge disappointment! It was actually the first Saw movie I saw in the theater and definitely my least favorite of the whole series in my opinion. Totally didn't live up to the hype it was given prior to its release. Most of it was flashbacks and there were several questions left unanswered so there will definitely be a sixth film. I think Saw is now in the running with the Rocky films for the most sequels!

I took Schwartz to the vet's today. So get this one...he's now off the Clariten because his skin problem is not due to allergies. The balding has gotten worse since he started the Clariten. It's most likely due to an overactive thyroid condition. Despite the fact that he's been on a diet and has not eaten as much food or treats as in the past, he's gained ten pounds! The doctor drew some blood and we'll have some answers by Wednesday. If it comes back as a thyroid condition, Schwartz will be on put on thyroid meds for the rest of his life! Fuckin' A, it's always something with him!

But that's not all! Oh no, why would that be it?! For the last five days, he's been favoring his left ear. Shaking his head, scratching at his ear, etc.. I inspected his ear the other day, cleaned it out and it didn't look red to me but lo-and-behold, he has an ear infection. So now he's on steroids to help with the itch and ear drops every twelve hours. Forget poor Schwartz! My poor bank account!