Monday
Saw Black Swan with my mom. Note: Do not see Black Swan with your mom. I've, admittedly, but never purposely, seen several of these sorts of R-rated sexy-time movies with my mother without incident, but when the sexy time stuff is kind of a reflection of/reaction to the mother-daughter relationship, the viewing experience just gets, as the French say, weird. But if you haven't seen this one already, you probably should. If only to check out Vincent Cassel, who is, as the French say, French. Total French dude.
Blew off a writing assignment and saw the new Sofia Coppola movie Somewhere. Can't help thinking that Sofia Coppola's entire career is based on a bet...and of course nepotism, to a lesser extent. But I am a fan of hers, in spite of myself, and enjoyed this movie even though there was no plot, conflict, etc.
The neighbor boy came over and we watched The Empire Strikes Back (RIP Irvin Kershner) while talking about how aimless we are, the stupidity of Facebook, and Yoda's tendency to flip everyone the bird.
My boyfriend and I decided that we needed to go on diets and were planning on eating something healthy for dinner but instead ate monster burritos. We are fat enablers.
BF got me hammered, hoping, I think, that it would lead to some sort of make-out sesh or coitus situation but really all it lead to was chili cheese fries at 2AM.
Went to the Pixar exhibit at the Oakland Museum, which was extremely rad even though the whole experience was ultimately just rubbing salt into the you-will-never-work-for-Pixar wound. (Decided that later, I'd nurse said wound with a Lean Cuisine binge.) Saw this ominous/seedy "Pay Her" sign when we parked the car outside the museum:
Watched the Syfy channel's Star Trek movie marathon. Desperate to see my idol/husband Jean-Luc Picard/Patrick Stewart, I waited with bated breath for the Next Generation movies.
And that was the week that was.
