Neverending, I Say

So yeah. In my neverending search for cognitive dissonance, I decided to spend my evening watching the Flames utterly fall apart defensively in the *LAST* five minutes of a hockey game for a change (this doesn't do quite so well for them as it does in the first five, it turns out).

That didn't satisfy, so I followed it up by pairing Juno with AvP: Requiem.

Whoo. Dissonance ahoy.

I must confess to a certain discomfiture with Juno, not so much because of the too-smart dialogue that every reviewer complains about as because I saw a little too much of myself in "Mark," who is kind of a dick.

Man, I really need to get back on the flippant and shallow path here.

Quick edit to add:

Oh yeah, and AvP is pretty bad. But you probably knew that.

You Know...

Being divorced, lonely and without prospects wouldn't be nearly so depressing if my alumni association didn't keep mailing me ads for their insurance program to "protect my growing young family," thus pointing up the fact that the only thing growing about my household is shower mildew.