3-Jun-2006

Another weekend post!  Mainly out of guilt, but what do you care?  I am currently chillin' at home (and by "chillin'," I mean sweltering - it's so hot in my apartment I think I might run out of water and start sweating blood), watching Final Destination.  Unfortunately, it's the USA version of Final Destination, which means less gore, and without the gore, well, it's more like just a Destination. 

My dinner with Oscar Nom was "the highlight of his week."  We tried this new Asian fusion/tapas place in Santa Monica.  It was a little fancy for my taste, mainly because I can work skewers or chopsticks separately, but not both together, and I don't think I should have to - someone's eye could get seriously injured. 

Yesterday, my morning was somewhat of a blur.  Somehow, somewhere, I found a lot of work that needed to be done, and then I had to venture over to the lot for some quality time with those in our production office.  I miss seeing them all... Sigh... Our Co-Producer, sensing my hunger-induced crankiness, offered to take me to lunch, and I gladly accepted.  During production, I never left my desk, because if I did, I'd get ten phone calls in as many minutes asking what to do in this case or that, and I just couldn't take it.  Luckily, the Designated Driver would call to make sure I was eating, and, if I wasn't, she'd bring food to me wherever I was.  That's just the way she is.  If someone complains to me that they're not eating, I will usually just congratulate them on their anorexia.  I 'spose I'm not so much the nurturer. 

Last night, I saw The Break-Up, and I have to say, it's the best romantic comedy I've seen in a long time.  Granted, I have a thing for Vince Vaughn, and also a thing for Jason Bateman, but it felt very real to me.  Namely, how a comment can escalate into a fight which escalates into a break-up which escalates into the severance of a connection that used to be so strong, and you just can't put your finger on why it's not anymore.  And I loved the ending.  Call me a cynic, I don't care, but I'm not one to forgive someone (maybe that's the wrong phrasing - maybe I should say that I'm not one to believe someone has changed) after they make one slightly grand gesture.  People don't change.  They bend when they need to, to make it seem like they've changed, but they always bounce back.  Which is why I say second chances can suck it.

Happy Weekend!