to boldly go

On a whim, we went to see Star Trek last night. I had free tickets from my birthday that I had been saving for . . . I don't know what. I really liked the movie. I do enjoy Star Trek, but I'm glad this one was more accessible and not too Star Trekkie, if you know what I mean. Our spontaneous date was great, but two things came up while at the movie that consistently bug me.

1. Being a target market. Do you ever sit through previews and wonder, "What market research concludes that I would be interested in (movie title with ridiculous preview) just because I am watching (feature presentation)?" I wonder this all the time.

2. Having grammar brain. I wish that sometimes I could turn of the part of my brain that recognizes every split infinitive, which, by the way, is fine if it serves a specific purpose; I just wish I didn't have to notice. I guess it's an occupational hazard.

lone benefit of sinus infection

I really hate doing nothing, and I really, really hate being sick. So, this week has basically been a bust as far as I'm concerned. However, I did discover two fabulous movies during my tenure as a pathetic bed-ridden lump: The Visitor (which is not a thriller, though it sounds like it could be), and Arranged (as in marriage, not as in,"I'm going to re-arrange your face"). Watch them. Love them. Tell me what you think, if you want to.

If you like either of these movies, you may also like Lars and the Real Girl, which is fun in a bizarre kind of way.