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Watching "Don Juan DeMarco", and you know, I've never really seen this movie, and I think there's a reason why. The plot's actually a bit lame, the dialogue leaves me wanting, the direction is stilted and can only have been harmed by having to work around Marlon Brando, and then there's that annoying Bryan Adams song --

But ...

But ...

But Johnny Depp is PRETTY! Really, really pretty. That's enough to hold up any movie, isn't it? *nods knowingly*

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Is this going to be a new thing? This thing where my mother says or does something on the last day of my visit that makes me extremely grateful I don't live with her anymore.

Today's nugget of wisdom, re: a rap metal song playing at the car wash -- "Oh, I hate this jungle bunny music your brother listens to."

*headwall*

You know, you're not allowed to make snarky, disapproving comments about your parents acting exactly like Archie and Edith Bunker if you're going to say shit like that. Seriously.

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And to give you an example of my brother and I in a casual conversation:

(As we're walking out the front door of the mall, loudly)
Bryan: But really, what's so bad about heroin?
Me: Well, when I can't get out of the house to meet my tricks and I'm totally broke, I start getting these annoying shakes --
Bryan: I only get those when I run out of crack.
Me: You really need to learn how to budget your hard drugs.

We only had one lady stare at us funny. I cannot even begin to express our bitter disappointment.

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My parents and I went out to dinner tonight, which was a gift from my mom's boss because she organized the Christmas party. And I got to have anything I wanted, so I got New York strip steak. I laugh in the face of mad cow disease. Then I get squirted in the face with milk straight from the tap, but that's a different story.

Anyway, my dad made all kinds of ewwww-faces because my mom got stuffed mushrooms and I got my steak rare. Not "run it through a warm room" rare. Not "let it look at the oven in horror" rare. No, I like my steaks to be pulled quietly aside, shown a graphic picture of alien cattle mutilations, then brought to the table properly spooked. It ain't a steak dinner unless I leave the table looking like I've performed an autopsy. (Disgusted yet? Hmm. I must not be trying hard enough.)

Oh, and watching "Sound of Music" reminds me of the great times my brother and I used to have when we were kids playing with our gigantic marionette set and spontaneously breaking out in harmony. Ah, good times. *fake happy sighs*

While I'm flipping through the channels, I adore "The Pianist", have a weird fascination with "The Poseidon Adventure" (Superpriest!), and can honestly say that "Radio Days" is the only Woody Allen movie aside from "Annie Hall" I've ever liked at all.

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I really can't watch movies like "The Pianist" and "Sound of Music" at the same time. They make me want to go back and relearn the German I learned in college and then promptly forgot a lot of when I left. *sighs*