My boyfriend is out of the hospital! Now he's back at work again.
And on the subject of relationships, I often find xkcd to be true-to-life, but this is just creepy.
Here is a word of advice: if you're going to watch the "Borat" movie (I wouldn't bother), the way to do this is to watch it in a language you don't understand (so you could either take my previous comment with a grain of salt or recognize that the movie sucks that much) with a rather conservative translator.
movie: [something in Russian that I can't understand]
boyfriend: [hysterical laughter]
me: What did he say?
bofriend, still laughing: Oh, I can't translate that. It's too dirty.
Repeat this process for two hours.
I will admit that I was kind of interested to see the movie responsible for the breakup of the Anderson-Rock marriage. I was really expecting those two to make it.* Actually, she really wasn't in the movie very much at all, and she gets points for apparently having a sense of humor about the whole sex tape (hi, googleteers! No porn here!) business, unlike, reportedly, Mr. Rock.** In her place, I suppose I would have run it by him first, but then in her place I wouldn't have married Kid Rock. Or Tommy Lee, for that matter.
Today I found myself pointing out, not by any means for the first time, that "we both liked 'Casablanca'" does not count as having something in common any more than do the shared beliefs that sunsets are nice, butterflies are pretty, and Moscow is cold.
Later it occurred to me that, if my boyfriend saw "Casablanca," he'd probably be the one person in the world not to like it. It sounds crazy, but it actually works out because I'm the only person in the world who doesn't like "Roman Holiday."*** That might count as having something in common. Moreso than it would if we both liked "Casablanca," certainly.
I'm going to test my boyfriend-Casablanca theory for the simple reason that I want to see it again. I will report the results. First order of business: find a copy.
* I ALWAYS expect couples like this to make it on the grounds that it's so crazy that they must know what they're doing. Usually just the first part is true. In fact, if TomKat don't make it, I might have to revise my theory. But I'm sure they will.
** Perhaps he didn't know about the tape.
*** There are a few reasons for this, but most of it boils down to: What's the point of having divine right if you don't use it to impale people who drug you and marry cute foreigners?
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2 comments:
I'm so glad that Dmitry is out of the hospital. I hope he's feeling back to normal in no time.
So, now I understand your objections to Roman Holiday. Your comparison to Casablanca is interesting because both movies are about giving up the thing you most want for something bigger and more important than you. The lack of this is the main (but not the only) reason we disliked The English Patient so much (the other being that it was really, really boring).
I suppose I took the movie as a kind of parable. It was released in 1953, when the world was still reeling from WWII (actually, my childhood in the sixties was in the shadow of WWII). Lots of people had given up a lot, so they could relate to the story.
But the story does have to be believable on some level, and it wasn't for you.
Anyway, your Borat story is very funny. That's a movie that really divides people. I've wondered if it will end up being like There's Something About Mary in that I don't watch it despite recommendations because I think I'll find it too crass, only to watch it later and find out it was really funny. I think I will trust your taste, though maybe you should have seen it in your native tongue.
Here's my Borat connection: there's a black woman in it who is a prostitute/Borat's girlfriend or something like that, and she's played by an actress named Luenell. I went to high school with her! She was Luenell Campbell then. I even have a Christmas card she made me one year. Hello, eBay!
As for googleteers looking for porn, I recently had someone looking for "menstrul [sic] pad porn" who got, to his undoubted disappointment, my trip to LA in which I found a pad in my luggage and I was charged for porn I didn't watch. It was the misspelling of "menstrual" that actually creeped me out the most. Then there was the guy (I think I'm safe on the gender here) looking for "pictures of beautiful silver dollar nippled breasted women." He got my description of that fountain in Nuremburg outside of San Lorenz. I know I'm grossing you out so I'll stop.
I haven't seen Borat or Roman Holiday so I don't know where I fall on the great divide. Your mother forgot to mention that The English Patient is also pro-Nazi.
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