I dreamt last night that I was Beth, and stuff was happening, stuff was going on, and at one point I/she was bagging groceries just for fun, just because I'm good at it, not because it was my job, and guys would make these comments, and I would just shut them down, I had no time for their bullshit, and then the next guy was Viggo Mortensen, and he was trying to be nice, but I just didn't trust him any more than any of the others and just wouldn't give him the time of day, but then I looked up, and he was very far away and in a grainy black and white film, and he said, "I'm from the future, in December, with Mel, when things get bad," and then he said either, "I'll see you then," or "I'll be there for you then," or something, but the thing that I remember word for word was the first part:

"I'm from the future, in December, with Mel, when things get bad."

So, Beth, I don't know if that was meant to be a message for you or for me, but keep your eyes open for Viggo Mortensen, he'll be there to make things better. I don't know who Mel is, though.

I think, somehow, that if I keep talking about TiVo, I won't have any readers left, because they will be so bored at my nattering on about what I've been watching and blah blah blah.

But hey, I can't help it, I write what I know, what I experience, but I cannot manage to leave the house anymore or look away from the set, so this is what you get.

Actually, though, I did go out and do something on Saturday! But that was go to the office for seven or eight hours and get some shit done, and you know what? TiVo's more interesting than that!

Speaking of, here's the TiVo update:

Saw From Dusk Till Dawn for the first time, which was just fine and dandy. I mean, I like George Clooney, I think he's plenty cute and all, at least since he got old enough to be interesting, but him being all cold-eyed with a tattoo on his neck, that's the sexiest he can ever be. And Quentin Tarantino gave such a good performance, that I can only think that the reviewers who gave him shit just decided beforehand that directors shouldn't act.

Fuck 'em, this movie rocks. And the coolest thing about it was the way, halfway through, it turned into an entirely different movie. I think it would be more fun to watch without knowing that it was gonna change, but by God, it's fine even knowing.

This movie is just mondo super-cool--it's a gorehound's paradise.

My God, I cannot believe that I forgot to say anything about Carrie finally having that baby! And since I forgot to say anything, I managed to wait until Carrie did!

Congrats, Carrie and Eric, and welcome to the world, Samuel Gregory Richmond!

Today's horoscope:
If you are feeling like a victim, finding someone else to help is the best bet. Life looks up when you act to make a difference.

One year ago today:
O, and do you think John Pierson can stop sucking Kevin Smith's dick for ten seconds?

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