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So, I finally got my computer back, shiny new hard drive and all. I've had it for a few days, but the task of getting everything back the way it was has been so daunting that I've mostly been putting it off. Starting from scratch blows. Plus, after two weeks away, I'm wondering if I even give enough of a shit to redo a lot of the stuff I lost.
The good news, though, is I can once again access my search files, which I've missed terribly. I checked them again tonight for the first time in more than two weeks, and I tell you, I was not disappointed. Top of the list was this magnificent equation: "tormented - soul + boobies." No telling what it equals!
Also: Go see Secretary when it comes to your town. Mr. Fella and I saw it last night, and it lives up to the hype. Best love story I've seen in years, kittens!
While waiting for the show to start last night, we saw a trailer for this. Although the title sure sounds promising, it looks absolutely dreadful. Please, no one ask me if I want to see this movie. I am telling you now that I don't. I'll just stay home and watch my deluxe DVD edition of this if I want to see a cinematic namesake.
Replies: 4 Confessions
Is this about the sweet and romantic S&M relationship between an unfulfilled woman and her equally unfulfilled boss? Some guy on NPR gave it a positive review but as for me, if I want S&M, I'll go see Sick.
elavil @ 09/30/2002 09:14 AM CST
That movie AMY'S ORGASM looks promisingly terrible. I swear, it doesn't take much of a script or concept to get a movie green-lighted nowadays. That being said, I'm off for Hollywood to film my opus to Audra Lindley. (If you can tell me who she is, you are ultra-cool.)
Sincerely Seņor Spielbergo.
Tim @ 09/30/2002 04:35 PM CST
Audra Lindley? You mean Mrs. Roper (and Grandma Buffay)? Pssh. Give me a tough one!
amyc @ 09/30/2002 07:56 PM CST
I am extremely impressed. Most people know who Norman Fell is, but hardly anyone knows the name of the woman who played his onscreen paramour. Oh, those were the days. TV could use a few Helen Ropers right about now. Where are the raging-hormoned geriatrics we used to love? No more Mona Robinsons or Blanche Hollingsworth Deverauxs to split our sides with sexual hijinx.
Tim @ 10/01/2002 10:19 AM CST