With Great Power Comes Great Responsiblity

Tom and I went and saw Spider-man 2 *glances at clock* yesterday now. It was very good. Really. It's amazing because, by all rights, these movies should suck. But they don't. This one was sad and hilarious and creepy and touching. And I <3 Alfred Molina. He's good in everything I've seen him in. Even the movies that kinda suck.

Tomorrow, which is actually today, I'm heading back to Seattle to house-sit. Woo. Mom will leave me on Sunday and then I'll be all alone. I'm taking a bunch of DVDs with me that I either need to rewatch or watch for the first time. Cold Mountain, The Matrix Revolutions, Master & Commander, Pirates of the Caribbean, Firefly season six of Buffy, and seasons one and two of Coupling. Lately I've been in a funny-British-guy kinda mood, so I'm loading up on Jack Davenport DVDs to take with. Because you really gotta love the Commodore.

Oh, that reminds me of Johnny Depp. Mom rented Secret Window. Baaaad movie. What does it say about us that Tom, Mom, and I all burst out laughing when the car was heading toward the cliff and the water? That was just too hilarious. And the hat! And I *so* called all of the twists. And you cannot eat an ear of corn with braces! Not even if you're Johnny Depp.

Almost enough to make me fear being a writer.

And once again my fear of corn fields is backed up and justified.

Just say "no".