Monday randomness...

So I've never seen the movie Footloose -- is that one of those movies that I should've seen by now, because it was so crazy popular back when it first came out? I remember hearing the SONG ad nauseum when I was a kid, which, I suppose, made me curious about what the big deal was with the movie. But I've never actually watched it... I mention this because I just happened to notice that it's on HBO right now, so I switched over for a couple minutes to see if I could become engrossed (even though I missed the first third of the movie). I was immediately met with the image of Kevin Bacon in the throes of some sort of improvisational-freestyle-guerrilla-street dance in a warehouse. It was sort of like a jazz-hands version of parkour -- that French "running through the streets, leaping from building to building as quickly as possible" thing, made famous in the beginning scene of Casino Royale a few years ago. Only instead of looking cool and dangerous and rebellious, the Kevin Bacon version incorporated cartwheels and pirouettes and a strange gymnastics routine on a random warehouse pipe. (And holy cow -- Sarah Jessica Parker is in this movie, too... so THAT'S what she looked like in her pre-Sex and the City days...) Honestly, though, I'm having a hard time believing this movie was ever cool, even back in the 80s...

We went to see The Adjustment Bureau a couple nights ago with Faisal... Rick really liked it, but I think Faisal and I were more of the "eh" opinion. I mean, it wasn't bad -- I just thought the ending was rather cliche... and the movie went to great lengths to get to such a cliched ending. It was the OBVIOUS ending -- I guess that's the problem I had with it. Of all the ways the story could've gone, this one went in the direction you'd have to assume it was going... (which, now that I think about it, is interesting considering the story was about NOT following a preconceived direction...hmmm...) We were planning to go to the 9:30 show, but it was sold out... so we settled on a 10 o'clock instead. While we wasted time waiting for the theater to open, Faisal regaled us with examples of his elocutionary talents, seamlessly switching from perfect American to British to Indian accents... It was slightly disconcerting. I don't even know who he is anymore.

And speaking of What's-His-Face, I've been told that I may have been rather harsh on him when I last mentioned him, when I said something about how he's "almost always wrong." Just to clarify, he isn't REALLY almost always wrong. He's wrong a normal amount of the time. Whatever a normal amount is, that's about how often he's wrong. (Although *I* am almost always right... in fact, I'd have to say that I am RIGHT an abnormal amount of the time.) Besides, I believe the rest of that paragraph I wrote was rather complimentary, so really, the compliments should outweigh the insults... right?? ;)

I was looking for Advil this morning in my medicine cabinet -- actually, I think "medicine cubbyhole" is a better description, because there's no door on it. It's just a little cutout rectangle next to the mirror over the sink. So everything in there is just sitting on a shelf, well in reach of any curious cats that might be around. Piva never gives it much thought, jumping on the counter only to drink water from the running faucet. But Riff, on the other hand, is in the habit of knocking random objects off random shelves all over the condo. So when I looked for my Advil in the cabinet this morning and couldn't find it, my first thought was that it must be on the floor of the bathroom somewhere, no doubt knocked down by Riff. When I couldn't find it in the bathroom, I moved out to the bedroom, looking under the bed and dressers... no Advil. I finally found it tucked into the back of my closet. Seriously, my cat is insane. (The funny thing is, he must've done this last night when we were sleeping -- and neither Rick nor I heard a thing. So somehow, Riff knocked a loud, rattling bottle of pills off a shelf onto a tile floor, then rattled it around in the bedroom until it reached the closet... and we didn't hear a thing. We must've been out like lights last night...)

And, lest anyone think I've stopped taking pictures of my skyline, here are a few pictures from the weekend: