Today my brain is feeling eclectic.

For instance...I came up with a new super hero power, it isn't exactly useful but it is bound and determined to clear any area of people in seconds.

   The ability to make every pore on your body push the grease/puss/whatever out of you all at the same time.  Sort of like one of those play dough men that you squeezed hair out of.  Only terribly more disgusting.

   Think, if you really must, of one of those new biore strips coming off your nose but for your whole body and visibly all at one time.

   For the fast few days a friend and I have been putting together our own personal lists of what I am now calling anytime movies. 

You know, a movie that you can watch anytime, anywhere, no matter what your mood is. It's different than just your list of favourite movies in that a lot of my favourite movies I can't watch all the time, I have to be in the right mood. 

I mean, you can't just sit down and watch Casablanca or When Harry Met Sally, you have to be in the right mood, or at least I do, I don't really expect you to be the same.

grosse point blank
princess bride
payback
singin' in the rain
big trouble in little china
ferris beuler's day off
breakfast at tiffanies
the Big Sleep
The Grass is Always Greener
The Unforgiven
Better Off Dead.
Fifth Element
Starship Troopers
The Philadelphia Story

   That's all for now, there might be a few more. 
   If you put together your own list, I'd kinda be interested in perusing it so feel free to send it on down.

   I was considering some others and I was thinking about adding Amelie and The Royal Tenenbaums, because I really think they are going to be in this vein, but it wouldn't really be fair as I have only seen them the one time. Rest assured that I will be purchasing the two of them soon and then maybe I will be able to add them to my list.

Things about canadians...sort of relates to an entry that a friend recently sent out to her mailing list about some differences between Canadians and Americans. 

Kind of an irony that I had just been thinking about the same thing.  The differences in her mail out centered around our inherent politeness and the need to be prompted when we ask things about each other.  Ie I ask you about your mother, or the book you read last, or whatever and I don't' volunteer the same about me, I am waiting patiently for you to ask me.  If you don't ask me, well then I likely don't' tell you, my assumption being you don't really want to know. Apparently, and I kind of feel this is accurate enough,  I found this really interesting.

So back to my thought....a friend and I were in a line at a theatre the other night, it was one of those winding accordion lines and we were a bit back so it took maybe 10 or 15 minutes to get through it.  After being in line for a little we noticed that Angie Harmon of Law and Order fame was in the line.  Or rather my astute friend recognized her and then even got further information to confirm that it was her.  (He recognized her football playing husband.)  So we stood there, moving up in the line as was our job and talked quietly about her, not looking at them much, certainly not staring.  Making sure we weren't talking loudly enough or looking enough such that they would notice.

  In a short digression...wow, she certainly is beautiful. Her smile and her voice could have made me melt into a puddle in a second.  Of course, I think that her husband a six foot ripped and rather handsome football player with a southern accent could have done the same thing.  I only wish she hadn't been so scarily thin...when I see a woman that thin, I find myself hoping that this is how they are naturally that they are not so insane that they starve themselves to the point where they even CAN look like this.  I know that I am mostly wrong, but, I am able to assume the best about a lot of things, this included.

   As we continued through the line and at one point she was standing no more than 7 inches from me (yay accordion lines) I found myself thinking about the concept of talking to her.  I had no interest at all in doing so, the entire idea mortified me.  Not that I would be too shy to talk to her, although this is entirely possible but rather that I had absolutely no right to intrude upon her life.  She obviously wasn't out at a press event, she was just out having a good time.  So why would I invade?  I wouldn't.  I found myself thinking this is a very canadian thing. Sure she's famous, what of it, she deserves her privacy every bit as much as we do.  I wouldn't talk to her, I wouldn't stare, being candian, I would only politely eavesdrop.  Which I did. Nothing of much interest was said, of course, but I liked that they did concur with my estimation that The Bourne Identity is a better movie than The Minority Report, even though they are both pretty good.  The american stereotype is of course quite different...invasion, your own needs, being more the norm.

   Last week, I sold a necklace to a nice woman here at work. I got me a bunch of attention that I found to be very excellent. I do love when people like my work.  There is the potential for some more orders as well and that is very grand.  Doing necklaces as commissions is the best.  It's like doing them for a friend, able to have your knowledge of what they would like guiding your creative vision, only this way you get paid in the end.  You know if it weren't for the fact that active sales annoy the hell out of me, I might go after more sales business.

Enough.
Go away now.