Now don’t start telling me about how When Harry Met Sally is like 20 years old. What? I’m late to the party, OK? I admit it, so let’s move on, shall we?

And it’s not that I’ve never watched the movie before; I have it in my collection of DVDs (which has a funny aside in relation to this particular film. More on that later), and I’ve watched it plenty of times. This night, me and The Girl decided to watch a movie and just relax. She picked, and next thing you know we’re on a car trip from Chicago to New York with a beautiful girl and an impish jew boy.

I haven't watched the film often of recent, mostly because it’s lacking in special effects & surround sound specialness. Our new place has nice acoustics, and the sound is so amazing that I keep wanting to watch The Matrix or Star Wars or something to invigorate my senses. Anyway, back to Harry & Sally. It’s really a rather entertaining film. It’s funny and sad and true as well. Men & women can’t be friends, because the sex always does get in the way! Who’d have thunk? I mean, with all the sex in every aspect of our lives – from advertising lingerie to advertising dish soap – who would have ever thought sex would be such an important topic and so divisive?

Observations:

• Billy Crystal was never an attractive person. He’s not terribly ugly or anything, but he’s just not really an attractive man that I’d consider in the league of Meg Ryan.

• Meg Ryan has nice legs. Too bad there’s no butt attached to them.

• Carrie Fisher must’ve had a body double during her Princess Leia Golden Bikini days.

• Everyone in New York is Jewish. Except Meg Ryan.

• Meg Ryan may be Jewish.

• It is perfectly acceptable to have orgasms in public, as long as you finish your salad afterwards.

• Often times, people say the same thing at the same exact time. This happens frequently, especially if the people are friends and talking to other people in different areas over a phone. Out of earshot of each other.


So yeah. I think add an explosion or two, maybe throw in a terrorist subplot with dagger-throwing ninjas somewhere avoiding massive gunfire in slo-mo, and you’ve got A+ material. As it is? Just a regular A.

Hey, I’m picky.



Tables & Chairs & Staining, Oh My!
So The Girl has been going crazy lately with home creative stuff. I need to get her an Xbox or something, she’s spending us dry. It’s not completely her fault, I accept $40 of the blame, but nothing more.

See, we’ve been pouring more of ourselves into the back yard than we really should as renters, but it’s fun. After we got the shrub trimmed and then just chopped it down and ripped out the stump to plant a garden complete with Bird Bath, we decided we needed a place to sit and enjoy this beautiful creation (well, it will be beautiful in a couple of months, anyway). So we went out looking for a bench. We looked high, we looked low, and eventually found one at a local home store. They were having a parking lot sale, and lo-and-behold, a small do-it-yourself bench for – you guessed it – $40.

Well it’s nice and all, but it’s sort of the cookie in that now we needed a glass of milk. Perhaps I should clarify: The Girl needed a glass of milk. So while I was away, she ends up back at the home store, because we now need to stain the bench. OK, I can handle that. I was having a harder time handling the stain all over the outside of the house (“I thought we were staining the bench, honey”), but who am I to raise questions? We can get passed that though, no problem. But now we need end tables to compliment the bench, or so I'm told. So today I get home from a long day at work, and find that we have new tables to compliment our new bench. Should. Have. Seen. It. Coming.

That’s where we are now with it. I’m just waiting to come home to a 7’ tall water fountain made of solid bronze. Because that’s obviously where we’re headed.



Upside to the Cookie Monster’s new creative streak
The small little stands she found were only $3 on sale. So we went back, because they’re just about the right height to act as speaker stands! So now the surround sound system sounds even better, with all the speakers at about the same height instead of 5 of the six being bound to the floor. You know, by gravity and all.



Which is why I maybe recommended watching a movie tonight
But hey, When Harry Met Sally is a good movie. I thoroughly enjoyed it, dagger-throwing ninjas or not. Machine guns a-blazing from the right, left, behind, and above, oh my!



Which reminds me:
Funny thing in that movie. Right after they consummated their 12-year friendship (they “did it”), Harry’s lying in bed and finds a box of index cards.

Apparently, Sally organizes her movies alphabetically on index cards, she’s so Obsessive Compulsive. Oh Sally…. If only you’d met Harry sometime in the late 90’s or early 2000’s. Because I got you outdone, girlfrien’.

I have my movies organized on my Mac. Alphabetically. And by Genre. And Type. Yeah. I’m that Obsessive about it. Thing is, people always laugh when the first see it (usually when they want to borrow a movie and I “check it out” on my list). Yeah it’s silly, you silly little italian, you. But when I explain that it helps me keep track of all my movies & I know who has what at any given time, I haven’t lost a movie in like 10 years. Then the laughter stops.

And weeks later I learn they started their own list. So maybe I’m on to something. If only there were a way to make money using these skills & bounty…. Oh well, can’t think of any.

Peace.

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