I'm One of Them

CJ and I have two guilty cinematic indulgences ~ both I claim with pride and embrace with open arms, so don’t judge us!

First are Will Ferrel movies, does it get any better than Anchorman? I’ll admit, the well seems to be on the verge of running dry since Talladega Nights. Blades of Glory and Step Brothers were not worth the $12.50 (Will, if you’re reading this, you owe me) but “go f**k yourself San Diego" will keep us going back ~ at least once more.

Second, I have officially pitched a tent for Camp Jacob! In Camp Jacob? Because of Camp Jacob? Regardless, I have pitched a tent (every possible pun intended) and think Bella is a fool for picking that goody-goody, paled-faced, mealy-mouthed ninny (thank God for Scarlett O’hara) Edward.

Alice, his sister, is fierce and has a totally wicked hair-cut and wicked awesome car. Oh dear, it’s started, I have become one on the Twilight teeny bopper girls. I lay the blame squarely on CJ’s shoulders. No one would see the first one with her and now I have been sucked (get it, like a vampire) in.

It’s like the Spice Girls. At first, I had to dislike them on principle alone. But every time I heard one of their songs, I was forced to sing along, and now, even though they haven’t done anything since the best tour ever, I am a fan.

As we left the theatre tonight, Jacob fix satiated, I made CJ promise to lend me the last two books. I was disappointed to hear that they do not include photos. I had been hoping for the pop-up variety. Insert your own inappropriate joke here.

Bring on Eclipse!