Round Up of Entertainment

Something I am sure you thought you'd never hear me say:

I am not going to get the Something's Gotta Give DVD. I may get it if it comes ridiculously cheap at WalMart just the way they have sweet november in there now for $8.88. Otherwise, I have no interest in watching Dr. Mercer schmooze with a woman with a crinkly face and overdramatic overtures. It was hard enough watching it on the big screen then, I gotta bring it home to watch it at my convenience, you all may not know me very well, if that is the case if you wanna put me through that torture. That movie weaned me off Keanu for a long time. Some thing about the way he looked in it: mature, outstanding, inapproachable, and just deliciously manly. I just have a problem with the whole movie.

I may not also get The Matrix Revolutions DVD. Apart from the extra grabs in it, there really is nothing that calls to me in that movie. He dies! How sad is that? I want the extra features though, I won't deny that I love watching him discuss the thrill of The Matrix.

I am more looking forward to getting the following:

Under The Tuscan Sun

Love Actually

Possibly Kill Bill, vol. 1

You see I am lacking any mind-numbing things to tackle in my life, hence the nonsense encased in my blog.

Keanu is playing in Los Angeles this month, on the 15th and 16th. I am not going. I live in Georgia. No matter how I think of it as an adventure, a chance to see the man up close and not think he is just a fable, I just cannot think of a way to fit that into my life right now. What happens, I take off work, buy the plane tickets to LA, stay in a shady hotel (it has to be shady cos that is the only type I can afford after the very expensive airline tickets) then, I go to the club, by myself in a strange hip city, in my dorky clothes and then I stand and stare and ogle at him pretending I am the least bit interested in the music he is playing when I really just want to sit him down and have a private one hour interview confessing how I really feel. Then, after the torturous 2 hours of mindless music and livid fan adoration (no doubt I shan't be the only female fan who's there to see The One), while I down beer with my sorrows, I shall make my way back to my shady hotel room, trying my best not to look like some geek out of water, trying my best to avoid the muggers, rapists, etc that California is filled with. I return, broke as an idiot, to my hum drum life, working off yet again how to pay the outstanding high balances on my credit card bills.

Isn't life grand?

I know there must be a better way, under the sun and the stars, for me to meet this man. There must be, there must be...