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We’ve had a couple of eventful days here. First, Matt bought me an iPod touch. Not sure why…but I’ll take it. :) And then we bought a scooter. It’s only for Matt, though, because I’m actually too short to drive it. It’s really pathetic, actually. My feet barely, barely touch the ground when I sit on it. At least I have the iPod, though. And I can still drive the car. I have that, dammit. And the bus. Which allows me to ride. And walking. I’ll have that until my legs stop working. Ha life! I can still walk, despite my height issue. I just can’t walk that fast. Details.

You might be interested to know (or you might not, but then what are you doing here?) that I finally saw GATTACA last night. Yeah, I know. Everyone I know has seen this movie, and half of them reference it at least once a week. So my ignorance is now over…well, in a way, but I’ll get to that. And oh yeah, I only wrote GATTACA in all caps because Matt just reminded me it’s written in all caps in the title. Has to do with DNA sequencing numbers and basic pairs and all that. At least that’s what Matt and the lady at the video store were talking about as we rented it. (Side question: if this woman knows so much about DNA, what’s she doing working at Hollywood Video?) So the all caps is not actually because I’m super-excited. Although I really liked the movie. It was good, the “this movie makes me think and not cry at all” sort of way.

I didn’t have the normal viewer experience, though. You see, I missed the first twenty minutes of the movie and had to go back and watch the beginning at the end. However, while watching the movie, I didn’t know this. I just knew certain stuff wasn’t making a whole lot of sense and Matt was referencing scenes I had not seen. You see, he was fixing the DVD cable, then we turned it on, and then his cousin called (for like thirty minutes–not that I’m necessarily complaining), and then he hit play again. But he wasn’t paying that close of attention–he can’t actually JUST watch a movie. He also has to be on the computer organizing or making up new jump rope routines or whatever he does online. I don’t actually care to know. So I saw a scene and thought it was the beginning–it made sense as the beginning to a movie. Then towards the end, Matt’s all “the detective is his brother!” and I’m all “he has a brother? when was this introduced? is this important? And that’s when he realized I missed a scene. It was actually the foundation of the movie that I missed. But it was sort of fun to go back and watch the beginning and see it fall into place. Also, learn people’s names. Is it a mark of how bad some movies are lately that I didn’t realize I was missing the whole foundation of the movie and things should have been making sense? I think so. It was a sort of hypertextual experience. Maybe the next movie I see I’ll randomly watch scene sequences, then when I’ve randomly seen all the scenes, I’ll watch the whole movie from beginning to end. But not Lord of the Rings. I don’t have that much time left.

Oh yeah, my favorite line from the movie? “We have to get drunk immediately.”

Well, we did also envy the people who had beaches…and now I know why you never trust the genie to grant you three wishes. They always mess with you.

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So I now own a bike. And I hiked four miles yesterday (I’m calling it hiking because there was a mountain involved. And it wasn’t just a mountain in the distance.). Yes, I too am surprised. I’m not quite sure what my plan is. I guess I’m either going to get into good physical shape or accidentally kill myself. So far I’ve been ok on the bike, except once, when I was trying to get off the bike on the corner of a major intersection and I pretty much wiped out. Damn gravity. Always on. Fortunately, I look like an alien in the helmet (which I wear because it’s both safe and cool) so no one can recognize me anyway. Also, no one who actually knows me would expect me to be on a bike. Or, on the ground underneath a bike. Well, unless said situation involved me wandering aimlessly around and a bike falling from the sky unto me. That’s fairly likely in comparison to the other scenario in which I’m voluntarily riding a bike.

My husband is currently shirtless, in the backyard, talking to the neighbors. Awkward. Well, for me at least.