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Apparently, the only really cool thing about it getting dark around six at night is that we'll be able to see tonight's lunar eclipse. I like lunar eclipses, as they're so less high maitenance than solar ones. No fear of blindness, only of a slightly chilly evening. Clouds, stay thin and spread out, please. And we're on our way to my folks for the night, to pick up George the Dog, and there's no light pollution out there so we should be able to see it beautifully.

Two bad movies last night, which I will speak of only to urge you to avoid them if at all possible. The Hulk I wanted to be better than its press. But it was WORSE. Far WORSE. Possibly, one of the most boring and ploddingly written films (the dialogue, ugh!) I've ever seen. We turned it off just after the first appearance of the green smashing thing.

Dreamcatcher, by comparison, is an okay movie. It's hard for me to believe that this is what a partnership between Lawrence Kasdan and William Goldman yielded, and worth watching just to prove the point that even really talented people sometimes go wrong. It's not _that_ bad, though there's an unbelievably high ratio of flatulence-related plot developments and apparently, aliens speak with stagey British accents. That's how you know who they are! Quick, kill them! Morgan Freeman has about five minutes total in the whole movie, as a whack job who swoops around in a black helicopter with squinty eyes. Oh, the humanity! On second thought: Don't watch it.

We have Down With Love for later, which I'm sure will be bad based on these experiences. This is what happens when you run out of netflixes and have to go to Blockbuster. Blockbuster=bad.

Go play outside before it gets too cold.