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21 January So yesterday I was hanging around the house, and then suddenly I realized that there was a movie playing at SAG tonight and if I left the house right then I'd make the 8.30p screening. So I did and I did, literally just making it as they were about to close the doors. The movie was Mindhunters, and I did not know one single thing about it before going in, not the cast, not the plot, nothing but the title. What a wonderful way to see a movie! I might have liked it better than I would have otherwise just because of that fact, everything was a surprise. And there were a lot of surprises. I don't know if this movie will do well or if anyone will see it, but I thought that it was definitely worth watching because it does manage to keep fooling you. Right at the start there is a big change and it turns into a different kind of movie than you were expecting, and then when it starts the plot proper, a very surprising thing happens so you are thinking, who knows what will happen? Who will live and who will die is not even remotely clear. The girl who plays the lead in Cold Case is terrific, as are Christian Slater, Val Kilmer (whom I swear is getting odder by the minute), LL Cool J, and the rest of the cast, all are solid. It is not an original story--who among us is the killer--but they managed to keep me guessing until the end. Fun mind candy.
Afterwards, Mom and I chose my headshots over the phone, my looking at the cd and her at the proofs. I am liking them more and more. There are some where I look so fat that I cannot even bear it, but there are others where I look pretty and still like myself, but not too fat. In fact, as we went through them, (we were trying to find three, one smiling, one serious, one with glasses), we found too many! I think we ended up deciding on six to be blown up to 4x6.
Okay, there is a new show on that is the best show in the whole world! Ever!! It's called Bands Reunited and it is on VH1. It is better than Queer Eye. It is better than The It Factor. It is better than Nearly Famous. It is the best non-scripted show ever in history. It takes a band, you see, and the show reunites it! Okay, that goes without saying, but I'm all excited. There's this adorable guy named Aamer who runs around like an overexcited fourth-grader from coast to coast and country to country, finding various band members who hate each other with all of their souls and would rather see the other band members bitten in half by alligators than actually speak to them again, then he succeeds and they realize that they are big fat has-beens and had better get with the groove and get back together or they will have to go back to their appalling current lives! It is so boss! The first show I saw was the reunitization of Berlin, and the second was of Romeo Void. It's like Inside the Actors Studio--who the guest is doesn't matter because the show is great whether you actually care about the band or not. Do I give two shits about Berlin or Romeo Void? I do not--or I did not, now I feel as though they are mildly embarrassing relatives. I love them no matter how much they tell tipsy stories at Thanksgiving dinner. The best bit is that I hear that not all of the bands actually reunite for the one night only concert. The tension builds!
Hmm, after my Price is Right entry, reader Laura and actual Aggie herself says that Aggies don't have cheerleaders! They have yell leaders who are all guys! So these Aggie cheerleaders were either not Aggies or not cheerleaders! Well, their t-shirts said that they were Aggies, a couple of them had Texas A&M sweatshirts around their hips, and they definitely were practicing cheers on line, so it's a mystery! We'll all see when the episode airs on the 10th of Feb what their red shirts say. Maybe they were cheerleaders together in high school or something.
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