When we saw the trailer for the Jackass 3-D movie, I asked The Boy "Why has natural selection failed?"
I stand by that.
In non-Hi-Here-Are-My-Issues-Regarding-FREAKY-Movies news, here's a conversation The Boy and I had tonight that is really making me want to write fanfic:
Him: "So, [co-worker]'s girlfriend is kicking him out, but he insists that according to the law, he get 30 days' notice and doesn't have to move out for 30 days."
Me: "Man, why would you want to live with that hell for 30 days? Just have some dignity and move out! Besides, she could just put his stuff on the lawn, and while it would be illegal under Ohio tenant law, he'd still have to cope with all his shit being on the lawn."
Him: "That's why I always say if we break up, you have to kick me out."
Me: "Of your own house? No! And -- you never say that!"
Him: "I'm certain I say it at least once a year."
Me: "Well, then -- if I get superpowers in an industrial accident, you can't be my sidekick!"
Him: "That's okay; I'll be your super-villain!"
Me: "Would we still have to live together?"
Him: "Actually, that would be hilarious -- Superman and Lex Luthor forced to live together because of an unbreakable lease agreement."
Me: " 'Damn it, Lex, you KNOW I always watch Desperate Housewives on Sunday nights in the living room, and yet you leave your fucking kryptonite on the coffee table! Every week it's the same -- can't you just keep the kryptonite in your room?' "
Seriously, I may have to write that fic.
I so adore The Boy and your relationship, Tep.
I frowned through the entire
Jackass 3D
trailer...and then the final scene made me guffaw. I felt so dirty. But I'm not gonna go! I have probably gotten the only laugh I'd get out of it.
I'm also perplexed by the appeal
Due Date
had for me. Then I drive past this poster every day, and I'm re-tempted.
Then I drive past this poster every day, and I'm re-tempted.
Man, for some reason that reminds me that I have gotta rent Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. (Just general RDJ love.)
I'm also perplexed by the appeal Due Date had for me. Then I drive past this poster every day, and I'm re-tempted.
Pretty sure I liked it better when it was called Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.
Me: " 'Damn it, Lex, you KNOW I always watch Desperate Housewives on Sunday nights in the living room, and yet you leave your fucking kryptonite on the coffee table! Every week it's the same -- can't you just keep the kryptonite in your room?' "
Oh, yeah, that's a story.
::high fives javachick::
I can't imagine not knowing as late as 7 months (once the kicks are visible *from the outside* you'd have to be in pretty deep denial to not wonder what kind of parasite you're carrying),
Noah had an OT he worked with who was always pretty overweight and when she was 8 months, she looked pretty much the same as she had before she was pregnant. I think it's totally possible. Not with me and certainly not with twins. But I knew I was pregnant before I was even 3 weeks post conception. And I had my first ultrasound before week 5.
headtilt
I just read the wikipedia entry for that movie that Teppy doesn't want to see the name of. Huh. What does it say about me that my response was
"That sounds like a kind of boring premise for a horror movie. What, was the writer a 9 year old boy?"
