It's written in the moonlight and painted on the stars

It's not that there's been a lot going on, it's just that there were things to do and that somehow magically took me away from the computer.

On Friday or perhaps Saturday, we saw Starsky and Hutch. Oh! What a delightful cinematic romp. I have to say that if I were to make the inevitable comparison to Zoolander, I thought that Zoolander had more moments that were insanely hilariously awesome beyond belief, but Starsky and Hutch was the more consistently enjoyable cinema experience. I skip through big chunks of Zoolander a lot. I mean a LOT. Starsky and Hutch clearly succeeds because when you include more scenes that involve Owen Wilson, or when the scenes that don't involve Owen Wilson usually have something to do with characters thinking about Owen Wilson, you will be well taken care of. And then there's also Snoop and Juliette Lewis, who themselves should make movies together. I also acknowledge that it was a great sacrifice for Christopher to go with me as he has something of an anti-Stiller gene. But he seemed to like it, or at least like that I liked it so much. And honestly, isn't that what's important? He still refuses to watch Zoolander, though.

Sunday was WRESTLEMANIA XX WHERE IT ALL BEGINS ... AGAIN. This was a good time although I drank too many of my double dirrty martinis and proceeded to pass out during the main event. I caught it on the encore but oops, I kind of missed out on experiencing the magic with the rest of the world. But I was tired and the booze was so so good, so I feel I made the right choice. Then I sobered up enough to win an auction for a copy of Pamela Moore's Chocolates for Breakfast for the opening bid of a single solitary pound (plus £2.49 shipping). I'm so excited for it, I can't even explain.

Monday, something probably happened that I can't remember. I put some more stuff on the iPod, most notably my Steely Dan, Bobby Darin and Velvet Underground box sets. We're taking a trip later this week that will involve some driving so I'll be playing mixmaster. Also everyone is up Franz Ferdinand's butt now, when did that happen? Oh! And I took a Design Within Reach survey and they sent me a $25 discount promotional code, which is hot! Although I can't exactly afford to buy anything from there.

Tonight was "American Idol" and I am at a loss for much to say about it. My girl is going to get CANNED on her ASS. Which is fine because now I am certain that it's not that she's interestingly weird and fascinating, she's just plain horrible. I know you knew that all along, but I thought I saw something there for a sec. Everyone was so boring. Boring boring boring. And like they're singing at a pep rally or some crap. I don't share these kids' school spirit. I thought George was OK though, like watchable and enjoyable or whatever and much better without the moustache. I can't muster up anything to say about anyone else. Boring.

What else is boring, and yet ... not boring? Zero 7. I am now firmly into the Zero 7. It's enjoyable faceless chillout music that is easy on the ears of old ladies such as myself. They do Air better than Air have been doing themselves. Who told them it was a good idea to sing all their own songs? I mean really.

iTunes has Bob's Bootleg Series Vol. 6 available two weeks early, but I can't justify getting it if it's not actual physical merchandise. Plus he's going to look so cute in that booklet, you know it.

Posted by Kim at March 16, 2004 11:35 PM | Moving Pictures | Musics