Alive and Kicking and Catching up

Okay, I'm back. What a week last week was for me. My battle with food poisoning turned into a pretty substancial fever, which caused the cellulitus in my left leg to flare up and I was fairly immobile for the first part of last week. Nasty. By the time I had a fair quantity of anti-biotics pumped into me and I was feeling better, it was Wednesday and the work that piles up on my desk in two days, had tripled in size. I was chained to my desk for the rest of the week, and hardly had a chance to look up and swear.

But I still did, ocassionally. There's always time to swear.

Friends came to town on Friday, and I felt like a social animal again. Human contact is a good thing. I often act like "people" are a pain in the ass, and I just want to be alone. All it takes is a little "alone time" to realize that I like interacting with others, that "people" don't suck. Several nights of good restaurants and skinny-dipping was just what the doctor ordered. Got roped into seeing a movie with the group Saturday night. The movie wasn't my choice.

And now, my first half-assed blog movie review:

Title:"The Descent" rated "R" (for retarded)

Jimmy's Rating: C-

Okay, here's the premise: a group of women go off on a caving adventure. This band of females includes a smart-assed punk thrill-seeker, a couple of seasoned chick jocks, an emotionally damaged wimp, and an egotistical uber-bitch, who is the leader. They crawl into some caves. They get lost. They get trapped. And then they find out that they are not alone down there.

Was I scared? No. Was I feeling claustrophobic as I watched these skinny bitches wiggle down into tighter and tigher holes, having no clue where they were going? Oh, hell yeah. I sat in the air conditioned theatre with my gallon and a half sized Diet Coke gulping for air. I wanted to punch these chicks for being so stupid at every turn. I wasn't scared, I was annoyed.

What I DID enjoy was the audience. Some people love getting scared. I was with a group of big, burly men and, man!, did some of them squeal like little girls! One of the guys in our group was talking back to the screen. I was equally embarrassed and delighted by the way they were squirming.

Nothing new here. The movie goes "Boo!" and the audience jumps, shrieks, and giggles.

I rolled my eyes. And laughed at the people around me.

It's all good. Well, not good to me, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it. That's cool.