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Hollow Man 2
It was generally what I expected it to be. I watched it yesterday afternoon, and then Chris got home from work at 10:00 and he wanted to watch it. So of course being a twit in terms of sleep-time I stayed up to watch it again. It did make for some bizarre jokes, though.
Me: "Oh my god, it's almost midnight. I'm gonna get three hours of sleep . . . wait a minute. I'm just going to call in and tell my boss that I'm in the middle of a huge government conspiracy so I can't come in to work because I have to run away from the invisible man."
Chris: "Go for it."
*something on the other side of the cat-free room falls over*
Me: "I didn't mean it!"
There was a nice scene in the movie, though-- just a brief moment of a woman talking to Michael in the elevator, so at first glance you're like, "What in the world?" and then the doors open and you see her cane. And you realize it's the one normal conversation this character has in the entire film, without people (rightfully) freaking out when they realize he's there, and the ramifications of having to live like that-- I was like, "No, wait, I want to watch that movie!" But then the film went back to campy-horror land, where cops wear heels on a stakeout.
Brain: "Well, fiddlesticks."
Imagination: "Hey, you know the old saying. You want something done right, you have to do it yourself."
Brain: "What are you-- no. Ohhhhh no. Don't even try."
Imagination: "You've always been a fan of that genre anyway. You liked that "The Invisible Man" movie when you were a kid, remember? C'mon, admit it, it'd be fun!"
Brain: "Do you recall how many novels we're already working on? We've got three series, and at least two stand-alones, and--"
Imagination: "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Brain: "I hate you."
Imagination: "What if we work it into a novel we haven't started yet?"
Brain: "I might hate you a little less. Maybe."
Imagination: "Great! So would this be a good time to suggest--"
Brain: "No!"
Imagination: "Eh, I'll wait until three in the morning then. Anyway, first chapter, hm? We can work on the first chapter today?"
Brain: "Editing. We have editing to get done today. I'll just save a one-line description of this one into the Ideas folder, and--"
Imagination: "Only one line? How about notes instead?" *puppy dog eyes*
Brain: "God, you're annoying. Fine. Notes."
Imagination: "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Brain: "Would you cut that out? And stop bouncing all over the place. Freak."
Me: "Oh my god, it's almost midnight. I'm gonna get three hours of sleep . . . wait a minute. I'm just going to call in and tell my boss that I'm in the middle of a huge government conspiracy so I can't come in to work because I have to run away from the invisible man."
Chris: "Go for it."
*something on the other side of the cat-free room falls over*
Me: "I didn't mean it!"
There was a nice scene in the movie, though-- just a brief moment of a woman talking to Michael in the elevator, so at first glance you're like, "What in the world?" and then the doors open and you see her cane. And you realize it's the one normal conversation this character has in the entire film, without people (rightfully) freaking out when they realize he's there, and the ramifications of having to live like that-- I was like, "No, wait, I want to watch that movie!" But then the film went back to campy-horror land, where cops wear heels on a stakeout.
Brain: "Well, fiddlesticks."
Imagination: "Hey, you know the old saying. You want something done right, you have to do it yourself."
Brain: "What are you-- no. Ohhhhh no. Don't even try."
Imagination: "You've always been a fan of that genre anyway. You liked that "The Invisible Man" movie when you were a kid, remember? C'mon, admit it, it'd be fun!"
Brain: "Do you recall how many novels we're already working on? We've got three series, and at least two stand-alones, and--"
Imagination: "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Brain: "I hate you."
Imagination: "What if we work it into a novel we haven't started yet?"
Brain: "I might hate you a little less. Maybe."
Imagination: "Great! So would this be a good time to suggest--"
Brain: "No!"
Imagination: "Eh, I'll wait until three in the morning then. Anyway, first chapter, hm? We can work on the first chapter today?"
Brain: "Editing. We have editing to get done today. I'll just save a one-line description of this one into the Ideas folder, and--"
Imagination: "Only one line? How about notes instead?" *puppy dog eyes*
Brain: "God, you're annoying. Fine. Notes."
Imagination: "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Brain: "Would you cut that out? And stop bouncing all over the place. Freak."