2003-12-27

Christmas = Busy.

Busy = no time for virtually anything, including updating this joint.

Oops.

But I got some kick-ass presents.

I got a box set of Mystery Science Theater including Overdrawn at the Memory Banks (not the way I want to remember Raul Julia, but we all make mistakes), Girl in Gold Boots (All the great acting and plotline of a porno without the sex. But it does feature that timeless tune, "Hey, Girl! Keep Your Gold Boots Movin!"), Hamlet (a boring, badly dubbed German version), and Space Mutiny (Did you know that disco will be HUGE on future Southern Sun space staions. The future's going to be WILD).

I am in such heaven.

Also got the extended version of The Two Towers and a four-pack of comedies with So I Married an Axe Murderer, Stripes, Tootsie, and Roxanne (Earn more sessions by sleeving. Hee!)

An all-DVD Christmas, just like I've been dreaming about since I was a little slip of a thing. I knew I loved DVDs before they existed.

The only thing missing was Season 8 of the X-Files. I'll have to get that one for myself. Maybe for Valentines Day. It will be a consolation prize. My boyfriend will be Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. That's my man.

I did have the wierdest boyfriend dream last night. I dreamt this nameless guy I once crushed on was suddenly madly in love with me. Most of the dream consisted of me worrying that I wasn't making enough time for him and us making out in the car. I must have had some drool issues in my sleep because I kept dreaming that he was abusing french kissing privileges by making them too juicy. Like I had to keep breaking our kisses and spitting, but hiding that from him because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Screwed up. I was trying to analyze it. Like maybe my kissing standards are way too high and a girl has to spit and hide it sometimes too make her lover happy. Or maybe it's that I shouldn't have to compromise my kissing standards by smooching with overly-tonguey men. Who knows. It's probably just the result of excess drool in my sleep and my fervent wish that every guy who ever rejected me was secretly madly in love with me. Not that I want them anymore. But it would be nice to be pined over. And at least five of them, as I was relieved to find out, are now gay.

I wonder what it is about me that made it that at least half of my big time crushes were gay guys. What attracted me to these guys? I think it was the fact that they seemed to like talking to me, being around me. It doesn't take much for me to like a guy. Just a little respect, some good conversations, and a compliment or two. And a gay man is able to give a gal a sincere and thoughtful compliment like nobody's business. It's almost a shame that the ability to be sincere, charming, and respectful to women is given to men that don't want to get down with women. Am I generalizing? I tend to do that.

I hope no gay men reading this are offended by my pigeon-holing them as woman-respecters. I'm sure some of you can't stand us.

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I watched It's a Wonderful Life three times this week. And drained all excess water my eyes had been retaining- especially over that Mr. Gower scene. Poor Mr. Gower. It's so gut-wrenching when old men cry.

I did Christmas Carol twice. And not those other, crappier ones. Nope. I did the original Allistair Sims version. In black and white- no color. They could have made it in color at the time, but they didn't. They used older film and did it in black and white to give it an antiquated feel. It was on purpose, people. And it's more charming that way anyhow. I cried so hard when Ebeneezer heard Fan's dying wish. And I have always adored the ending. When he goes to Freddy's house and says to his wife, "Would you forgive a pig-headed, old fool for having no eyes to see with, no ears to hear with all these years?" Sniff. Wah. The line's not even from Dickens. But Allistair's delivery is so sweet and sincere. God I love that movie. It's the best version ever. The only other version that touches it is the Muppet one. Considering it's cast mostly with puppets, it's very poignant.

I wonder if TV has replaced humans in my life? It may have.