Fracture (40)

I like movies. I like going to the cinema. I like popcorn. So, naturally, I open the paper every Thrusday and look and all the new flics that come out that day and go "I wanna see this, oh, and this, and that one yadda yadda yadda". But I never see any of those movies. I just never have the bucks or the right company or whatever.

But last Wednesday I watched a thriller. I never go to the movies to see thrillers. I just don´t. But I did. Me, myself and two friends went to see Anthony Hopkins (and Ryan Gosling) being reeeeeally smart. Being the horrible person I am, I expected general shallowness which a touch of good acting. So there I am, wondering where Anthony Hopkins is from (Scottland? Wales?) and realize: hey, this is actually a good movie! There was a plot, good actors, a cute guy, good dialogues and even subtlety! I was positively surprised. I might even review it.

Now to something completely different: Did you know that there s gonna be a Beowulf movie? AGAIN? Gerard Butler did a great job being the norse superhero, he really did, and now Hollywood decided "Hey, someone not us made a good movie! Let´s do the same one again just with more budget and celebs and WORSE!". Anthony Hopkins, Angelina Jolie blablabla...Just pisses me off.

It's like, uh, a quote, ya know.

I'm going Lebowski on your ass, man...


Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

The Dude: Let me explain something to you; I am not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

Maude Lebowski: What do you do for recreation?
The Dude: Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.

The Dude: Hey careful man there's a beverage here.

Walter: Am I wrong?
The Dude: No, you're not wrong.
Walter: Am I wrong?
The Dude: You're not wrong Walter, you're just an asshole.
Walter: Okay then.

Coffee With Two Sugars and A Soul Please

So, don't call me Bree. I've spent my week being boring and not doing any of the things I told myself I had to do two weeks ago. So I'm back to normal, meaning I read and watch TV instead of cherishing the gruesomely sunny weather. The balance of the Universe is restored.

Question: Why are they only two kinds of Starbucks baristas? There are the super friendly ones who are made of like 40% water and 60% coffee, and then there are the really grumpy ones. If you don't tell them what you want exactly 0.3 seconds after they've greeted you in that morons-like-you-bore-me tone, they just give you that icy glare. I mean, why can't there be like medium nice baristas, and extra nice baristas. That way, my chances of not feeling guilty after needing like 1.2 seconds to decide what I'll take, would be a lot slimmer. And I'd be more inclined to tip. I wonder if being a Starbucks barista is a crappy job. I totally dig the fact that you spend like eight hours a day around coffee. (You see, I like coffee, I wanna marry coffee...). How much does a barista earn? I'd be like the greatest Starbucks barista ever. I could be so phony the fake friendliness would be oozing out of my ears. Just kidding. I would, of course, be friendly out of the pure goodness of my heart (for which I am known...). Maybe you lose you soul if you've worked at Starbucks long enough.