The Rich Man's Wife

Oh how you frustrate me, Netflix star rating system! You make it so unnecessarily difficult for me to quickly give my opinion on a film.

This rant comes to you courtesy of The Rich Man's Wife. Some of you may have heard of or even seen this Halle Berry vehicle from 1996. Ms. Berry stars as a former runaway who is now married to some rich old white dude. They met when she was 17 and he proposed to her on the first date (he would have been 34 at the time). The tinkly piano claims I'm supposed to think that's romantic, but it really just skeeves me out. Both of them are cheating on each other, at least that's what we're told except Halle's the only one we actually see cheating. Hubby is a Very Busy Man who has Important Work to Do, so he's never there for his ridiculously hot young wife, but really, they still love each other.

Halle wants to make it work, so she tells her lover who is also her husband's business partner (played by a bug-eyed Clive Owen looking oddly like Colin Clive) that it's over and makes her husband take her to an isolated (is there another kind?) cabin in the woods. Did I mention that her husband is played by that guy who played Thelma's husband in Thelma & Louise? Did I also mention that he and Halle Berry have no chemistry?

They have a handful of romantical moments, but hubby's phone keeps ringing and his mind is on work. One morning Halle finds a gun in a kitchen drawer. She plays around with it, then puts it back. Later that day, hubby decides he has to go back to town or wherever, but Halle wants to stay.

That night she goes to the town's seedy 'tavern' and has a drink. She is eyeballed by some creepy looking dude (played by Peter Greene who is pictured next to "creepy looking dude" in the Urban Dictionary). She gets nervous or something and high-tails it out of there. On her way back, her Jeep stalls out in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for her, Peter Greene and his crazy eyes come along to give her a ride. He tries to get a ride of his own, but she disses him. Still he offers to come back the next day and fix her Jeep for her which he does and he manages to finagle a dinner date out of it even though Halle keeps telling him she's married.

For their date, he takes her to that seedy tavern again, the cheap bastard. We see them dancing and it is bad. The smoky room and slow mo along with the horrible music make this scene reminiscent of a Michael Bolton video. Peter Greene tries to smooth up on Halle, but she remembers that she's married and decides to leave, but he convinces her to stay. They sit down and he asks to hear all about her. She resists at first, but ends up telling him all about her runaway history, hooking up with her sugar daddy, her pre-nup that leaves her penniless in case of divorce, and her current misery. Despite the fact that the worse we've seen hubby do is go to work in the middle of their vacation, she confesses to the dude she just met, that she sometimes wants hubby dead. Peter Greene being Peter Greene then offers to do it, just as the nosy waitress makes an appearance. Halle balks claiming she luuuuurves her husband and was just venting, but nosy waitress is giving her the hairy eyeball, so Halle gets up to leave. Peter Greene offers her a ride home and nosy waitress ignores all her other customers to stay in their business.

On the ride back to the cabin, Peter Greene again tries to put the moves on Halle. When she tells him to keep his paws to himself, he decides to woo her by scaring the living shit out of her. He turns off the lights on his truck and starts speed-demoning through the woods. Halle doesn’t help matters by constantly trying to grab the steering wheel and beating on his arm. Smart money is on putting on the seatbelt and praying.

He skids into the driveway of the cabin and Halle leaps out of the truck and tries to run to the door, but Peter Greene stops her and tosses her onto a conveniently located pic-a-nic table. She fights him off, runs into the cabin, and finds that tiny little gun from earlier. When Peter Greene doesn’t back down, she wings him on the cheek (shooting out a window in the process). He threatens revenge, but takes off.

Now we’re back at their manse in the city. Hubby is home and trying to coo sweet nothings to his wife, but she is being coolly distant. Finally, they sit and talk and promise to be kinder too each other. And now it’s hubby’s 41st birthday celebration. If anything important happened during this scene (besides it being established that he’s 17 years her senior), I missed it. They have another touching scene after everyone has left. Some other day later, hubby is on his way home and we see a familiar truck start to follow him. Hubby stops at an ATM and it starts to rain. A black jogger runs behind him to get out of the rain. Hubby quickly finishes his transaction and runs back to his car. He calls Halle to tell her to dress sexy because they’re going out to dinner that night. As soon as he hangs up Peter Greene comes up from his backseat and starts choking him. He forces him to drive to a nearby park where after a bit of back-and-forth and a fight, Peter shoots him to death with that gun we saw Halle pull on Peter Greene at the cabin.

Halle is at home in the bedroom (the only room they seem to use in this big giant house) waiting in her sexy dress. She hears a noise and goes to investigate, but finds nothing. She goes back to the bedroom and is accosted by a dripping wet Peter Greene. He steals one of her hubby’s shirts while telling her all about how he just murdered him and left him poetically draped over a merry-go-round. Halle threatens to call the police, but decides against it once Peter Greene tells her he’ll convince them she hired him to do it and he knows a certain nosy waitress who might be able to back up his story. He orders her to pay him $30K within 3 days or he’ll go to the cops? I don’t know. Outside of killing her and still not getting paid, he’s really got nothing to hold over her unless he wants to go to prison himself. The cops are now ringing Halle’s door. Peter Greene tells her to stop her bawling and get out there and play the grieving wife and they’ll work on their arrangement later.

Halle is now at the cop shop. Two detectives take her in for questioning. Last time she talked to hubby, did he have any enemies, know anyone who’d benefit from his death…no, no, no. She’s let go. The two detectives discuss whether she might have done it. Black Cop inexplicably wonders if White Cop only thinks that because she’s a black chick married to a white guy. White Cop and I explain that, duh, the spouse is ALWAYS the first suspect in a murder. Another cop brings in some info and hands it to White Cop. He tells Black Cop that they have a new suspect, a “yo” who was seen behind hubby at the ATM. Black Cop apparently knows that “yo” means black man, so he rolls his eyes. I might have heard that on NYPD Blue once, but have no idea what it means.

Clive the Lover comes over to Halle’s. He has to fight his way through reporters to get through the gate which appears to be guarded from the inside by two police officers. He finds Halle moping on the dock. She tells him he shouldn’t be there and in the same breath blabs to him about the whole Peter Greene-killed-hubby thing. She then tells him they shouldn’t be seen together which is kind of stupid consider that he just walked through a dozen reporters and a couple of cops to get to her. Clive leaves.

Meanwhile, the ex Mrs. Clive shows up to implicate her Clive in hubby’s murder. She has found saucy pictures of Halle in her ex’s glove box. She tells the cops that Clive is broke and wants hubby’s money and his wife. The cops are intrigued and in trouble because remember that “yo”? Turns out he’s some prominent member of society and a friend of the mayor’s. D’oh! (Although I take a bit of offense at the notion that it’s perfectly okay to accuse your average Joe black man of being a murderer.)

Halle goes to see an attorney or somebody and he informs her that all the dough is frozen. Because hubby didn’t have a will and she signed that crazy pre-nup the estate has to go through probate which means she is basically broke. She pouts. Meanwhile, Clive heads into his place and heads for the phone. Peter Greene scares me and Clive by asking him who he’s gonna call. Clive is only mildly surprised to see Peter Greene because hey, guess what? They’re in this whole thing together. Clive apparently hired Peter Greene because he wants to marry Halle and get all her husbands money, maybe not in that order though. Peter Greene threatens to cut Clive out of the deal or rat him out to Halle or the cops or something menacing. It doesn’t matter because the point of this scene is simply to establish that these two are in cahoots.

Now the police are surveilling hubby’s funeral. They watch the ex Mrs. Clive saunter up to Clive. Mrs. Clive basically tells her ex that she gave his dirty pictures to the cops and that he’s going down and that’s exactly what he gets for not paying her alimony. She leaves and Clive heads over to pay his respects, but stalls when he spots Peter Greene nonchalantly having a heater and observing the services. The cops notice Clives balk and train their binoculars on Peter Greene wondering who this new player is. Clive decides to check for those nekkid pics which aren’t there. He decides to bail and forget throwing dirt on the coffin. Peter Greene though, decides this is a great time to have a conversation with Halle. He’s all grabbing her and making a bit of a scene, although we only see it from the cops’ POV. Naturally, they are really interested in finding out who this guy is.

The cops do a little research and find out who Peter Greene is and his criminal history. They’re starting to think he might maybe have been the killer of hubby and Halle might maybe have put him up to it.

Peter Greene contacts Halle again. She tells him she can’t get the money, but he makes more threatening noises, so she gives him the “fine I’ll get your dough let’s meet”. Being all broke and terrified, Halle goes to pawn some of her jewelry and goes to her meet with Pete packing a little heat. She goes into one of those watery dark tunnels that you only see in movies where he’s standing in the middle having a smoke. She gets too close to him and pokes the gun in his face and makes threats. He disarms her, grabs the money, and is about to assault her when some random folks head down the tunnel. Halle screams for help, but Peter Greene shoots at the guys and they flee. She manages to fight him off and run out of there. She ends up on some kind of interstate highway nearly getting run over. Life would have been so much simpler had she just jumped in her damn car.

If memory serves me, she runs straight to Clive. She now wants to go to the police, but Clive is reluctant. Halle is determined because she is afraid Peter Greene is going to kill her. Clive assures her that Peter Greene would not hurt her and he uses his name in the process. Halle catches her snap and runs out of there. She heads back to her house (instead of to the police) and naturally is accosted by Peter Greene. The two battle all over the place in the dark, but she manages to escape and hide. Clive shows up and gets shot but good by Peter Greene. Instead of staying put in her good hiding spot, Halle makes her way to the kitchen, loudly rumbles through drawers trying to find keys, and heads to the garage to a vehicle. She has to go back inside once because she has the wrong keys. She grabs the right ones, but Peter Greene spots her through the skylight and comes crashing through. They fight and we hear sirens approaching. She manages to wrestle the gun away and shoot Peter Greene just as the cops raise the garage door. I watched this a few days ago, so I don’t really remember how the cops were alerted (they might have been on their way to arrest her or somebody might have called…I’m guessing the latter since about a dozen cop cars respond to the scene). Halle gets arrested.

Now I will warn you that there is a “twist” coming soon that I am going to reveal. Halle is being questioned (I should have mentioned that we actually started out at this part and the movie is really all one big flashback even though Halle is telling the cops stuff that she couldn’t possibly know because she wasn’t there, for example the little scene at the funeral). She is telling the cops the whole story, but they don’t believe her. Unfortunately, they don’t have enough evidence to hold her because both Clive and Peter Greene are dead…or something.

The cops decide to check with the ex Mrs. Clive to see if she might know more. She claims she doesn’t know Halle that well, but that Halle isn’t the plan-a-murder type nor is she clever enough to pull it off. The ex Mrs. Clive tells them the whole plot was likely Clive’s idea to win Halle and her hubby’s money and he was killed when he tried to screw over Peter Greene and Halle actually had to kill Peter Greene in self-defense. And that’s kind of what the movie has told us pretty much. For some reason, the cops buy it, even though all evidence points to Halle being behind the whole thing and most juries would hear her story and see the three dead men in her life and lock her ass up. Anyway, they release her. She steps out of the station looking all lost and confused and like she has no idea where to go. She heads to the parked car and hops in. The camera pans over and obviously it’s the ex Mrs. Clive. The two smile and laugh because they have planned the perfect crime…or something. Except isn’t Halle’s money still in probate and wouldn’t the two of them not want to be seen together, especially IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE FRICKIN’ POLICE STATION? The suggestion is of course that these two manipulate this whole thing, except too many things have to happen in a particular manner in order for this to be true. I know I’m supposed to suspend disbelief, but they could have at least tried to fill some of the plot holes. For example, for their little plot to work out juuuuuust right, Halle had to know that Peter Greene would show up at the funeral and that Clive would spot him at the funeral and wig out and that the cops would see all this and make all sorts of connections.

And then there is the flashback aspect of the movie. You know why I forgot to mention it earler? Because the movie totes forgot all about that angle until the end. We don’t get a single voice-over or flash forward to remind us that we are watching events that have already happened. Then again, they probably realized that doing such would hip us to the fact that Halle was recounting events she would have know way of knowing about.

Anyway, this is a bad movie, but since I laughed most of the time, I can’t say it was awful. That's where my Netflix dilelmma began. I didn't really "like" this movie, but I didn't "not like" it either. Two stars (not like) seems mean, but three stars seems generous. Wish I had a 1/2 star option. Enough. So, I’d would say if a person was flipping channels looking for something to watch on a Sunday afternoon and came across this movie on that weird station that is like Fox but isn’t, said-person could give it a watch if they can’t find an Ice Road Truckers marathon or something else on.

Pa-rump-pa-pa-redrum!

How exactly are those nutcracker stamps supposed to impart joy to the holiday season? Those things are fucking terrifying! I would not give something that looked like one of these to my worst enemy (mostly because ugly shit like this tends to be expensive also). JesusMaryandJoseph, just seeing the stamps as I'm opening mail at work has me freaked out. Remember that movie Trilogy of Terror and the last story about the crazy killer doll? I'm just sayin'...

All Duggared Out

I really should ignore anything I see about these people because they freak me the fuck out and their shameless self-promotion irritates the hell out of me, but I had to link to this Gawker post which expresses many of my sentiments about the Duggar family. I honestly can't tell sometimes if the press is showing them to us as some kind of shining example of how we should all live our lives or if they (too) are trying to figure out exactly what kind of freakshow they're running down in Arkansas. While I can admire them for being extremely wise and thrifty with their income, I don't think their is anything particularly admirable about dragging kid after kid after kid into an already over-populated household, especially since you consider these new kids opportunities to teach the other kids about the responsibilities involved in raising a family.

And back to the income thing, one of the conceits of the Duggar show and Jon & Kate Plus 8 is that these folks are "just like you", meaning they are trying to balance work and couple time with raising children. They seem to fail to acknowledge all the ridiculous donations and whatever they earn for being a part of a damn TV show. I watch J&K now and then (I can't help it; I totally want to kidnap little Aidan and take him to the zoo) and I don't remember the last time I saw Jon leaving for work. They are going off to SeaWorld or Disney or down the shore or something with all the kids and either nannies or helpful relatives in tow every week. Are we really supposed to believe they pay for their own trips? Did the thrifty one-dollar-show-buying Duggars actually spend valuable Christian assets to go to that den of sin called Rudy's New York City?

You know what's really messed up? It appears that one of the Duggar sons had found some woman to marry him. What woman would even date one of these freakneaks let alone get roped into being Michelle Duggar: The Next Generation? My mind is totally blown.

Off that gross topic: I have finished Season 2 of Dexter. Season 3 only ended its Showtime run last night so I now have to wait for ever before it comes out on DVD. Must say I was not terribly impressed with last season. Certain characters were such annoying distractions (LILA!) that I could barely get into it. I look forward to better things this season.

I also watched a few Netflix Instant-Watch movies including a boring documentary about snuff films and an awesome documentary about slasher films. And since I have a decent library of films of my own I busted open my copy of Big Trouble in Little China and watched it with the commentary track on. There is nothing like listening to Kurt Russell and John Carpenter smoke, drink, and shoot the shit while watching a movie. I also watched a bit of The Big Lebowski. Meh! I was making dinner while it was on so maybe if I sit down and really pay attention and not work on my Jolly Roger sweater, I'll find it as amusing as everyone else does.

The movie industry hates me

Sigh! I am trying not to be angry about Rob Zombie writing and directing Halloween 2, but I just can't help it. It just bothers me so much that he (an alleged fan of the original films) thinks he can better the franchise. The whippersnappers and gorehounds really seemed to like his version of Halloween. Even though I consider myself a slasher fan, the bloodlessness of the original is one of its strong points. There is nothing fast-paced about John Carpenter's film. There are no quick cuts. There are no loving close-ups of gaping wounds. Okay, I've gone on too much about this already. I bitch and complain, but you know I'm gonna see it anyway...probably in the theatre even though that's all expensive and shit.

I do have a couple of remakes I am actually looking forward to. One of them is a remake of My Bloody Valentine which is an awesome Canadian horror film from the early 80s. The 2009 version is going to be in 3D which is AWESOME (hopefully) and it stars Tom Atkins. It also features Kerr Smith who was in one of the worst horror movies (The Forsaken, because The Lost Boys wasn't the first movie about pretty vampires and Twilight probably won't be the last) I've ever seen, but I will overlook that.

I'm also kind of excited for the Friday the 13th remake. This series isn't as close to my heart as Michael or Freddy (and I will have to rant on that in a little bit), so I kind of don't care about them remaking it. I kind of like that they are ditch the real killer of the original and going straight for the Jason. The movie looks very much like every other recent horror film with really loud music and flashy quick cuts, but I guess I'll have to suffer.

On to the news of an Elm Street remake withOUT Robert Englund as Freddy. Um, good luck with that but I don't know how you can pull that off. Robert Englund IS Freddy. As the guys from It Came from the Basement mentioned in a recent podcast, the filmmakers can't just slap any old stuntman into make-up like with most other movie killers. They seem to think it has to be a NAME actor in the role. They even suggest Johnny Depp since you know he's already been in two Elm Street movies (which he isn't embarrassed about unlike some now-famous people who started out in horror films). Apparently there were rumors that Billy Bob Thornton would play the role. I think a name actor would take too much focus off the story. I like my horror movies with a bunch of unknown actors who will either go on to big things and not include their horror debuts on their resumes or will keep making the same sort of movies for eons to come becoming SciFi staples.

Shoe Fly

What? Did you think I wouldn't comment on this story? I can't help but laugh every time I see something about it. The video is kind of hilarious and frankly, so were Dubya's attempts to lighten the mood ("All I can report is that it is a size 10.") George is a spry old scamp. Not that most politicians arent very good at ducking and dodging. Hiyoooooooo! (I'm here all week.) Not so funny are reports in the Times that shoe-thrower was beaten silly ("he was crying like a woman" which is kind of offensive, actually, but at least he didn't say "like a bitch"). However, it is also a little frightening that the guy was able to fling both his shoes at him in such short order. Thank the gods those weren't, like, ninja throwing stars or something worse. Even one month of Dick Cheney as president would be one month too long.

What up wit me?

Here's my latest adventures. I finally sat down and watched those Dexter DVDs I'd had for about 3 weeks last weekend. I had managed to watch two of them online and got all sorts of hooked. When I returned to watch more the next day, they were no long on Netflix's instant-watch list. Booo! Anyway, I am soooo hooked on this show now. I was quite bummed that the ones I had at home did not include the season finale. Looks like Showtime padded out the box set by slapping the finale episode on a 4th disc with two episodes of Brotherhood. I tried watching that show when it first came on, back when I still had super-duper fancy cable. Irish Sopranos in Boston instead of New Jersey. Yawn! Maybe I'll watch the ones on the Dexter disc and see if it's worth it.

I didn't have to work Tuesday night and I just couldn't bring myself to watch The First 48 (which I had watched Monday night), so I instant-watched Graduation Day online. That movie is best known as being Vanna White's acting debut. It's is a pretty typical 80s slasher film. It is basically Prom Night meets Friday the 13th. The premise is a young girl dies of a blood clot at a track meet. Her Navy sister comes home to investigate and then all the track team members start getting killed off. This movie is kinda badly slapped together. You can barely make out one character from the next. There one scene of someone getting killed and you're like "Who the hell are you?" because you have never seen this person at any other point in the movie. The true killer is also kind of obvs also. I gave it a two out of five which might be a bit tooo generous, but I didn't hate it and that's saying a lot because I seem to hate everything nowadays.

Right now, I'm upset because Netflix has committed some kind of snafu. I sent back the first 3 discs of Season 1 Dexter this Monday and they arrived Tuesday. I expected to get S1, disc 4 and S2 discs 1 & 2 in the mail yesterday. Instead, I only got the S2 discs. I went to Netflix today to see if they other was just delayed and they seem to have been under the impression that I'd already gotten it and sent it back to them. Now I have to wait until Friday or Saturday before I get that one. Which is okay I guess since I actually work tonight and wouldn't be able to watch the episode anyway, but still. Boo on you, Netflix!

So that's it. Maybe over lunch I'll get a chance to rave about the 13 Bullets!

The Crotchety Crocheter and the Bah Humbugs

Another boring day at work. There is NOTHING to do here. I anticipated this, so I brought in a disc with a bunch of my old school papers on it. I've spent much of the morning cringing at horrible typos and grammar errors. I also really hate how bad I am at crafting endings to my papers. They always come off as rushed, like I just shrugged and said, "...and that's that." I have to work on that...if I ever return to school that is. God! I hate being broke! I hate that I can't freakin' finish school! What the heck happened to me? I'm kind of a loser now.

Wooooooooh! Where'd all that come from? I'm in a good mood and everything. My papers aren't all that awful. I sense a little idealism and naivete in some of my writing, but overall, I stand behind much of what I wrote. After all I wasn't that much younger when I wrote most of it. Slightly less bitter perhaps, but not by much.

One of the things I came across was the journal entry I wrote to Germain after his death. It made me a little teary-eyed. I also came across a paper I wrote in one of my writing classes about his death in which I discussed reading that journal entry at his memorial. I talked about his death bringing our family closer and us being more open. Too bad that isn't true anymore. I've gone from calling and sending cards like clockwork to never calling or sending cards, not even to the Younguns. I actually bought cards, but just haven't mailed them. I think my Younguns are due for one big ole holiday package filled with the presents I've made them (yes, I have made presents for most of them, but again, haven't sent them) and the long-overdue cards I still have.

Anyway, below is the journal entry I wrote to my brother.

I’m sorry Germain. I’m really sorry I wasn’t a better sister to you. I’m sorry that I was selfish about letting you come stay with me in Minnesota. I wish I had paid more attention when you called. I wish I had really read into what you were saying about how you were doing. I’m really sorry I didn’t understand what it was like for you being alone in the house with someone who could change moods at the drop of a dime. I won’t feel guilty. I won’t blame myself for what you chose to do. This was your solution. This was your way out of your pain and hurt.
I hope you will forgive me for not being strong enough for you. I want you to know that I love you and the fact that you are gone will be a great loss to me and many others whose lives you’ve touched.
It’s too bad we couldn’t talk about things that happened: our youth, our growing-up years. Maybe if we had these words would be in a letter to you or I’d be saying them to you on the telephone. The tears would still fall. The pain would still be there. But you would be here.
It’s hard for me to believe in the concept of God or Jehovah, but I want to. And I want to believe that He saw into your heart and will take you into Heaven or bring you back in the hereafter to be with us and Mama. If there isn’t, I hope that all of your pain and suffering are over, and that there is some peace and comfort in your life FINALLY.
Take care, Little Brother. I miss you.

That brings me to another thing. I miss writing in my journal. Blogging is cool and all, but it is no replacement for my little journal book. I don't even know why I don't do it anymore. I guess I lost patience with it. I stopped long before I started this blog thing. Because blogging is all OUT THERE and stuff, I can't be as blunt and honest as I can in my journal. I know no one is gonna read my little notebook, but who knows who might stumble across this thing. This particular entry is probably the most open I've been in a journal entry and I only really feel safe blogging it because NO ONE READS THIS BUT ME. I could copy and paste this over on MySpace where I know I have more readers, but I don't know if I wanna.

My break is long over. Once again I have to shrug my shoulders and abruptly end my writing. I really need to work on that.

Turkey Day Re-visited

It’s dead right now. I have already done 105 record requests (some of those were multiples though) and 13 reinstatements. I was pretty much done by 2. I’m too fast for my own good because now I have nothing to do and I’m bored. So bored I even took a smoke break. Now I feel icky and smelly. I hate smoking at work.

Since I’m so bored, I figure I’ll recount my Thanksgiving weekend. On Wednesday, I went to the CC with Rebecca. That was none too exciting. We talked a little and had cheese fries and PBR. I started feeling sick and left by 11. I almost felt bad leaving her alone, but Christine (ugh!) was on her way and Rebecca handles herself pretty well alone.

When I got home, I promptly puked up my fries and beer and felt like crap the next day. Still I soldiered on and made my butternut squash gratin to take to JewLo’s. Mr. JewLo and BabyGirl JewLo picked me at about 3. BGJL is so adorable and was all over me, showing her auntie some much needed baby-love. I could have been a ½ way good auntie and called my own family, but I just couldn’t muster the energy to do it. For some reason, I’ve just been avoiding calling home for months now. When I was flush, I had no problem with it, but now I just can’t do it.

I thought about going out after I returned home, but I still wasn’t feeling great so I just stayed in and watched TV or movies or something. I can’t even remember what the heck I did. What I didn’t do was watch Dexter. I’ve had the first two discs of season 1 for over a week now. I did manage to watch the first two eps online before they were removed from the Instant Watch list the next day! Grrrr!

Friday was pay day so I went to the office and got my dough then went to my Richfield buffet spot. I also bought yarn I did not need to make yet another scarf. Maybe it will be a much delayed birthday/Xmas present for one of the Younguns (they are all too old be called Babies anymore). I stayed in that night too because I’m old and unexciting. I tried to watch Night of the Demons, but it just looked cheesy-bad which might have been fun if I hadn’t been watching all by myself.

Saturday, Sabrina and I did some shopping and then drove down to the casino in Hinckley for an overnight stay. That was fun. I brought all the change in my doggie bank (about $26 bucks) and about $60 cash plus I got $10 worth of free credits with my Player’s Card. I came home with $20 and no more money on my Players Card (but 28 points worth…something I imagine). Some of that was food and beers (And let me rant here about the lameness of the eats at Hinckley. I was not impressed with either the steak I got at the Americana Grill or whatever it’s called or with the breakfast buffet the next day. The best thing I ate was the loaded baked potato that came with my steak.), but the rest was all gamblin’. We pretty much stuck with penny games, but I just had to use some of my quarters in one of those slot type machines, I actually won about 86 quarters once (after spending only $2.25), but I got all addicted and just kept playing until my little bucket was empty.

We came back into town at about 1:30 or so on Sunday and I spent the rest of the day listening to podcasts and chilling until my Stories came on. I’m still amazed the annoying fratnerds have made it to the Final 3. If they win, I will know that the world will end soon. I never thought I’d be pulling for Nick and Starr, but they’ve proven themselves to be a pretty kick-ass team and I’m all about winning by your wits instead of dumb luck (dang it, Dallas!).

So that was my long weekend. Semi-eventful for me. Craziness!