Would Love a Rat to Cook Our Meals!

TG and I watched Ratatouille and positively salivated. Every night I agonize over dinner, which is why I order take out a lot of the time. For some reason, I've come to love cooking shows on the Food network. I only wish I had the motivation to go to a store and buy ingredients. Plus, our kitchen is minuscule...and TG is the real cook. My role is to clean up cat puke and iron shirts.

I realized today that my brain is positively scary. I should be paid for my trivia mentality alone. This morning, I watched thirty seconds of W.E. and remarked in one split second, "Oh, that's Liberty Ross." Who is Liberty Ross? The scorned wife of Rupert Sanders who had the fling with Kristin Stewart. Such a peripheral figure and I RECOGNIZED HER IN ONE FLASH. It's official: I know everything.

As for W.E., it is a gorgeous movie, just what I was in the mood for. But...it lacks real spark. From the first few minutes, you know what's going to happen. The acting is okay. You can't take the Madonna out of the Madonna movie but this one's better than some previous film things she's been involved in. I like her behind the camera rather than in front of it. You can tell she put her blood, sweat and tears into this. Still...if I can be ruthless, I think it needed a couple big names, a sparkier script and about 20 minutes shaved off--hard to do when you do the back and forthy time thing in time. The present day story hooked me more than the Wallis/Edward (Edward was especially good!). The men in the movie are weak compared to the powerhouse women, even if they are subservient to Love. Despite its flaws, I kinda liked it, good for a leisurely afternoon.

I'm not sure what kind of mind f*ck I was under to order Jonestown: The Life and Death of Peoples Temple. I remember where I was when I heard about Jim Jones and the slaughtering of 900+ people. It didn't register when I was 10 so with all the Scientology and big guns religion in this country, I wanted to learn more about this "movement." Apparently, Jim Jones's mental state started to unravel toward the end. Maybe it was menopause? Sometimes I can't remember what I did yesterday or I stare at a scene and think, "What fresh hell is this? How did I get here?" Will boost my omega 3-g fats. Oh, yeah, Jim Jones. See what I'm talking about? So I definitely recommend this documentary and learned so much. I tried to put into context with 9/11, which I can barely digest. This is also a public kind of execution en masse, which I can't even articulate. Also sad that a cool name like Jim Jones can't really be used without a tinge of a tragedy...or a whole lotta tinges. Not funny. I was leveled by the awfulness and feeling an abundance of sadness for what the survivors endure even now.