the long and winding sunday postwith movie reviews

i've given myself the gift of a slacker sunday. nixed my plans to breakfast with people. probably should have gone. just didn't feel like it. i'd be ordering greasy eggs right about now and drinking denny's-type subpar coffee. on the other side of town. bah.

it has suddenly become a movie weekend. i haven't had a good movie weekend for a bit. now that i'm working out between 4 and 7 hours a week from monday to saturday, i feel like i can shut out the world and make no apologies for a recharge-the-batteries sunday. like today.

pretty lowkey. a little cleaning. a little cooking. a little baking (in more ways than one, ahem). is good.

it's funny. i just watched knocked up, where the theme of requiring "me" time keeps recurring. i think it's safe to say in most relationships there's always that threat of the needing of "me" time becoming requiring "not you" time.

"actually, i'm fine. but... i'll take some time, any time i can, that's not around you, if that's all right."

y'know, that time in the relationship where it's a chore to be there for them. times like those are the ones that helped create metaphors like "the ball and chain".

pfft, it happens, you know? it's not the end of the world to hit a phase where you're irritated by the person you love. if that phase continues for months, years, then you have a problem. if, during that phase, the other person starts to show sides you dislike even more, then maybe you have a problem there, too.

but it happens. and it's not always bad. don't use it as an excuse to walk from something that doesn't need abandoning.

back to more important matters: me and my me time. it's good. movies, coffee, lounging, domesticating. all good things. in silence. in comfy t-shirt and shorts. life is good. because i have the time to press pause and just regroup.

a man would really, really cramp my style right now. every couple weeks i waffle, right? "oh, it'd be nice to snuggle up with someone tonight" or just dirty thoughts that would enjoy fleshing out, that sort of thing. but then i have another week where i cycle and work out a lot, and i'm just exhausted, but HEY, i lost two pounds, right? yeah, fucking sleeping in, tuning out the world, preparing healthy food for the week ahead, watching a couple movies, tidying up... it's all i've got left to give after some of these weeks i've had of late, and i want to give it to me, not to anybody else.

sex would be energizing. isn't it always? i feel fucking invincible in new relationships. i just love it. but then i'd start getting weary again. i'd be a very, very bad girlfriend in no time at all. pissy, short-tempered, non-communicative.

casual sex, now there's the answer. except for the fact that stds are rising across the board throughout most of north america. it's a daunting time to be single, and a disconcerting time to be promiscuous, with all the diseases that are on the upswing.

a couple years ago, i was more a fan of casual encounters and didn't mind occasionally having a good time, but then someone i know got AIDS. from one stupid night, one indiscretion. now he's writing wills, assigning power of attorney, and having "the big talk" with all his friends and family.

it has certainly made me balk at casual sex a little. i just can't go there yet. i probably would, at the right moment, with condoms and all, but i think the game's a little too dangerous to be played with less than potentially-excellent fucks, thank you. i couldn't imagine being like this acquaintance of mine, being able to know the one moment that something stupid happened and your life changed forever. or, more importantly, your death was changed forever.

so, it galls me, playing it safe sometimes. but i know i can blame all the twits out there fucking without condoms. thanks for spreading diseases and fucking up the odds, you dimwits. learn something.

sigh. you're not helping. vent-mode off.

okay, so this was pretty much the blogging equivalent of the sunday drive. what a winding road.

long story short: knocked up was a very pleasant surprise. great flick. i consider myself a pretty funny chick most times, but i'm not wild about comedies. most of them are just too predictable. it's like madlibs of movie joke archives pasted together with yet another recycled plotline. "let's take generic fart joke 42 here and swap out 'mother' for 'sister' and then jake can come stumbling in the room like, 'what'd i do now'..."

routine is not funny. repetition is not funny. every now and then, i like comedies that surprise me, like harold and kumar or knocked up. i am far too big a fan of comedy to be impressed by the subpar shit, but i think judd apatow has just made a fan out of me. smart writing.

and last night i saw iron man. i have always been a huge robert downey fan, but him as an ass-kicker's just too fun. apparently i fucked up and left before the end of the credits. don't fuck up, minions. stay and see what i know i missed but don't yet know what i missed. hmm. i'll make someone tell me.

go bravely into thy mondays, minions. i, too, wish my sunday (and movie collection) would expand infinitely, like the universe.

sadly, monday looms. but, look: there's more coffee. and it's still warm! oh, sweet small blessings, how i love thee. now, i'll just scootch back here a little and press "play". thanks for playin', minions.