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Just got back from seeing "Hidalgo". Uh, Viggo's not going to make a habit of featuring equestrian romantic entanglements in every movie, is he? And this time, it was with an actual horse, not a tall, gangly actress with "coltish" legs who vaguely resembles a horse in the right light and will follow up her film success by marrying some alternative rock singer. Viggo ends up with chicks like that a lot in movies.

It wasn't like he wasn't dropping hints that he was into horses when he was Aragorn. Personally, I'd like to think that if I was lying unconscious on a river bank and my horse wanted to wake me up, he wouldn't start nibbling at my lower lip in that oh-so-seductive manner he knows I like. In fact, my hypothetical horse should never have an intimate knowledge of my kissing preferences. And yet, Aragorn. Yeah.

Anyway, "Hidalgo". Ah, the love between a boy and his horse. I can pretty much assure you that any scene featuring Frank and Hidalgo sharing screen time could have had its soundtrack replaced with any random drippy Celine Dion or Sarah McLachlan song and not have suffered in the least for it. The best was when the Arabian princess/love interest showed up, and all I could think was, "Oh, this relationship can never be. Frank is a horsemasexual."

I'm amazed my ticket didn't come with an itty bitty Frank/Hidalgo slash story printed on the back of it.

Look! Icon!

Because damn it, someone had to make it.

So anyways, tree220 and I went bowling tonight with our bud Mikey. Mikey is a very good bowler, while tree220 and I ... well, we're not. I'm pretty sure I established tonight that this is not one of the sports I'm any good at. So that means the list of sports I officially suck at now includes archery, badminton, baseball, basketball, bowling, boxing, bullfighting, camel racing, cricket, croquet, curling, cycling, dodgeball, dogsledding, fencing, football, golf, gymnastics, hockey, kickball, lacrosse, luge, paddleball, polo, racquetball, the rodeo, rowing, rugby, skating, skiing, snowboarding, soccer, softball, squash, surfing, tennis, tug-of-war, volleyball, waterskiing, and wrestling.

Which leaves billiards and universal frisbee. And also making fun of stupid people, but until that makes the Olympics, I'm shit out of luck.

Also, I dyed my hair red again. Ah, another dye job, another go at making the bathtub look like the aftermath of a successful suicide attempt.

And hey, look! It's the "Day After Tomorrow" trailer! I know any movie featuring Dennis Quaid, Ian Holm, and Jake Gyllenhaal can't be all bad, but this is me we're talking about here, which means that most of my anticipatory glee stems from the fact that this movie can be summed up with the phrase, "Wheeee! Everybody DIES!" I'm way too entertained by the catastrophic deaths of large groups of people.

*squees*

Look! The "We're all going to die in a calamity!" movie genre has a website!

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Yay! New spoilage up at The Charmed Ones! *user does geeker dance of joy*

Erm, I swear I'm only watching this for my hormones.

And, uh, because the icon told me to. Mmm-hmm.

EDIT: Okay, there is no possible way I'm having bad dreams tonight after seeing this. Gah.