Bored.

So I just started reading Brisingr, the third installment in Cristopher Paolini's cracked out "Inheritance Trilogy."

Yes, I have a penchant for silly fantasy books, and a weird compulsive aspect to my personality that demands that I finish every book I begin, no matter how terrible. In this case, that also extends to subsequent books in a series.

Anyways, my first complaint is that the book is much to large. I don't need 748 pages of Tolkien larceny. Mostly because it doesn't fit very well in my bag. It fits so poorly, in fact, that when I'm carrying it on my shoulder, the book stabs my shoulder blade. and no alternate arrangement of purse contents alleviates the pain.

Secondly, "grimstnzborith" is not a word, nor is it feasible as a word in any made up language. Ever. You are not Tolkien (who is still recognized as the pre-eminent linguist and philologist of his day) so stop trying to be.

And my last complaint- I've only made it through the first 5 pages so far...but there's something horribly Chronicles of Riddick about the opening pages (i.e. people who mutilate themselves as an act of worship...to some crazy, dark being). It's creepy. And still not even written well at all. I think one of the things that has kept me reading this series was the hope that as he aged, Paolini's writing would as well- become more mature, and much more subtle. Alas, it has not happened. I still feel as though I'm reading a fanfic by some 15 year old obsessed with Robert Jordan, Raymond E. Feist, and Tad Williams. And Tolkien. Ostensibly.

Confessions of a Shopaholic= Ridiculous and wonderful.
The International= Actually quite good- better than similar movies I've seen recently.

Kristin, come back to work.

Is it wrong that I could care less about politics right now? I know it is, I shouldn't even ask. But there are so many things that are more immediate and pressing at this point in my life. So yes, judge me for being apathetic. I'll be an activist tomorrow.

It's been a long time, but I'm back!

First off-- Oversized button up shirt+black leggings that don't match+wannabe Burberry plaid rainboots with faded pictures of dogs= NOT AN OUTFIT!

Secondly, mustaches are neither suave nor debonair. Nor are they attractive, cute, ironic, funny, or kosher in any way. Stop already.

Third, one of the things that makes me the most angry in the world is changed plans. Ex: I make a plan with someone to do something a few days from now, I'm going to make time to fill that plan, and I expect the same courtesy from the other person(s) involved. If you're not going to be able to do it, tell me beforehand. You won't hurt my feelings, and I'll find something else worthwhile to do. Another example: I make plans with someone, and they change them at the last minute without telling me. Is it really that hard to make a phone call or send me a text? Again, you won't hurt my feelings, and I'll be able to plan accordingly. Really, all this boils down to is that I simply want others to give me the same consideration I would give them in the same situation.

Fourth, Guatemala is not as dangerous as you think it is, and France may conceal hidden dangers under a congenial surface.

Taken= Good, if a bit on the violent side.
Inkheart= Enjoyable. Andy Serkis is my idol.
Underworld 3= Utter crap, waste of my time like the other 2.
He's Just Not That Into You= Funny, painfully awkward, but in an entertaining (but still very very painful) way.
Push= Weird, action-y, too sci-fi-ey. Meh.
New In Town= Cute! A rom-com rated PG! What a relief!
Bride Wars= Horrible.
The Tale of Deseperaux= Actually quite good. Great animation, goofy plot about soup.
Australia= I think I've already made it quite clear how I feel about this. That is, crap saved by H.J.
Twilight= Sigh
Benjamin Button= Much too long, too much sex, not remotely relatable to reality. Amazing, flawless CGI.

Sooooo.....

This is fascinating. Apparently my dad is involved in a massive conspiracy by the military to foce people to get divorced because it's cheaper for them to support singles than families. Apparently the military, in this vast divorce scheme, saves "1/2 million dollars per family." It's very professional. It's an insanely long, detailed, and hard to understand website/conspiracy theory put together by a man who was married to a woman who served under my dad a few years ago. Apparently my dad was extremely unethical in the way he attempted to legally protect this woman and her child from this clearly insane man. Really, pretty much all my dad did it looks like was write this man a letter asking him not to attempt to visit his wife at the office or on base because he was incredibly disruptive. And also, look at the pictures on the front page. He. Is. Crazy. I would send him a smarmy email, but he clearly wouldn't understand normal English, and on top of all his other madness, would probably try to kill me. ANYways, that's all.

Seriously? You made it this far?

If you know me, you may know that bad spelling is one of my pet peeves. Today I remembered something that really reheheally bothers me. Misspelling ritalin.

You made it out of high school. You're attending a 4-year school. You've probably been on ritalin before. You're studying psychology for heaven's sake. You're going to be prescribing it for the rest of your life. So, pray tell, why do rely on a pseudo punk/emo band for your spelling of one of the most oft-prescribed drugs in the country? Please, I'm desperate to know!