Scoop (2006) = 8/10. Judging by the lower rating on IMDB and comments from my Netflix friends, apparently I am the only one who loved this movie. Biting sarcasm and quick quips are nearly always a big hit with me; Woody Allen's movies seem to lack neither.
Dawson's Creek: Season 6: Disc 1 (2002). I cannot even imagine how humiliated I would be if I accidentally sent a very personal email to an entire college campus.
Sommersturm (Summer Storm) (2004) = 7/10. Nothing can describe the weird feeling I experienced during the scene where one of the homophobic straight boys had to go over to the gay kids' camp (aptly named the Queerschlag) for a cooking utensil or spice (or something). The music playing in the background while the boy cautiously walked to the camp was Mahna Mahna. My third favorite muppet song now has a much more mature memory attached to it, replacing the memory of this song which included me sitting in front of the TV as a young girl eating hard-boiled eggs and sausage patties.
I am so so sad. I had what I was going to buy Doug for Christmas all planned out, including a cutesy/corny little goose chase, only to find out that his mother has already purchased the same thing.
NOW I have to find something he wants but it just won't be as good. He's extremely hard to buy gifts for! Since he has a fair amount of disposable income, anything he wants under like $200 can be an impulse purchase. This leaves little for the girlfriend, on a definite budget, to buy. I have a few ideas, but plan B is just that.
I thought I lost a company credit card today at Target. I was at the checkout and the woman was 75% finished scanning the $300 worth of office/Christmas supplies when I discovered the card missing from my purse. And pockets. And coat. Fortunately, it was in an impossible crack between the center console and the front seat. Unfortunately, I had already made the call to my boss to tell him I lost his card. I had to have the cashier "suspend" my stuff while I went on a wild goose chase searching for the card. I didn't find the card until I was ready to leave (I ended up paying with my personal credit card and the company will reimburse me.) I called my boss and told him I found it. I finally took a breath. Crying in the parking lot ensued. Big redneck parked across from me saw. And stared. Jerk.
I got discovered at Starbucks Saturday. Remember last year how I told you about how everytime I go to a food place where they ask for a name, I tell them something ridiculous? (See here for reference.) My usual Starbucks name is Matilda. I used that Saturday while ordering my very first gingerbread latte. But it didn't go as planned:
Barrista: Oh cool your name's Matilda? That's such a great name.
Me: Umm...well, my name is Matilda when I am at Starbucks.
Barrista: [raised eyebrow] What? So, it's not your name?
Me: No, I make up a silly name when I'm asked at places like Starbucks and Fuddruckers.
Barrista: Well, that's....interesting. [I handed the barrista my credit card.]
Me: I'm a boring gal and this is one of my only forms of entertainment. Sometimes I try to make up a really stupid name just to see if I can get a "what-in-the-world-kinda-name?" look from the order-taker.
Barrista: But why? Well, what IS your real name? [looks down at my credit card] OH...well I can understand why you'd want to change your name.