2004-08-23

* * * We were watching Taking Lives last night, and Ethan Hawke came onto the screen. We always mock Ethan Hawke when we see him, because of the award shows we’ve seen him on wherein they introduce him as “Actor and Novelist Ethan Hawke”, because hello? How pretentious is THAT? You KNOW he’s got it written into his contract (do they have to sign a contract to appear on an awards show?) that they have to introduce him that way. “Oh look,” I said when Ethan Hawke appeared on the screen. “It’s actor and novelist Ethan Hawke!” “Actor, novelist, and philanderer Ethan Hawke,” Fred corrected. A minute later, as Ethan Hawke’s character was sketching a picture, I said “Oh, is he supposed to be an artist too?” When the sketch was finished – and a pretty good one, at that – Fred said “Actor, novelist, philanderer and ARTIST Ethan Hawke!” Ten minutes later, when Ethan Hawke was charming the pants off of Angelina Jolie’s character, Fred ammended the title. “Actor, novelist, philanderer, artist, and LADY’S MAN Ethan Hawke!” Which for some reason struck my funny bone, and I laughed until I cried. That Fred, he’s a funny bastard. Taking Lives is not great cinema, but it wasn’t horrible, either. It had a nice little twist – two of them, actually – at the end, but too bad we figured both of them out before they were revealed. Do Canadian police often ask for help from FBI profilers? That seems odd to me – I would think that Canada would have their own version of the FBI and their own profilers. Anyone know? The oddest thing about this DVD is that it actually has a gag reel on it. It’s very unusual to see a gag reel on a suspense/ thriller type movie – you almost always see them on the comedies. I watched the gag reel this morning and it’s nothing to write home about, nothing terribly funny, but that Angelina Jolie sure is a giggler, isn’t she? Speaking of Angelina Jolie, Fred LURRRRRRRVED her in Hackers, but thinks she’s gotten weird-looking since. I’m kind of the same way with Ethan Hawke – I loved and adored him in Dead Poets Society, but hasn’t really done anything for me in any of his movies since. I’m sure he’d be heartbroken to know that.

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When I was in Maine last December, I did a lot – A LOT – of shopping. One of the things I bought a lot of was bath bombs at Crabtree & Evelyn. Not only is there a Crabtree & Evelyn in Freeport, but there’s also one in the Maine Mall in Portland. I stopped in both those stores to check out the after-Christmas sales, and I ended up buying a TON of bath bombs in the “water” scent. They were marked down from some ridiculous price (maybe $7 each?) to $1.30 each. I love bath fizzies and when I find a bargain like that I’ll stock up. I used up the last bath bomb last night, and I guess I never realized before just how strong the scent is in those bath bombs. I woke up this morning and the scent was really strong on my nightgown, but even when I got dressed, I could still smell it. I haven’t taken a shower yet, and I feel like I have a fragrance force-field that reaches to ten feet in every direction. People probably think I’m one of those obnoxious women who sprays half a bottle of perfume on herself every day. But I’m not! I swear! One little squirt o’ perfume in the area of my cleavage is all I use. No wonder it takes me forever to use up a tiny little bottle of perfume.
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Speaking of scents and all that, you know what the best smell in the world is? Lemon. Fred uses fresh-squeezed lemon in his iced tea, and I always want to stick my nose in his tea and sniff wildly the way the cats do. I was about to say “I wish they made lemon-scented perfume”, but I thought for a moment, and then I went to my email and found the link to Demeter that wonderful reader Wendy sent me, and I looked, and voila! Pink lemonade cologne spray. Woot!
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Pet store kitty pics are hither.
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I don’t believe I’ve mentioned that Spanky loves to sit in the sun, have I? ]]>