Time Does Not Fly

Two whole months since my last blog! My gal pal reminded me that I hadn't blogged since Valentine's Day. I was actually doing the whole "if you don't have anything nice to say" thing. I really didn't. I had many things to complain about, strep throat, bronchitis, flu, lack of ambition, gray ice masking every surface my vision covered. Sounds like a fun read huh? Okay on with the updates for my gal pal.... Well, the Other is back (this is where my friends all boo and hiss and heckle me to get off the stage). As a self professed voyeur my assessment is he seems to be forcing down his real self and grasping at a phantom self and I must say, I AM DIGGIN' IT! He doesn't just rinse the dinner plate off and set it next to the sink; he has taken to rinsing all of the dinner dishes and placing them into the dishwasher. (Moment of silence for this momentous occasion) So moral of the story, does the Other like being somewhat domestic? We all know the answer to that. Does it matter if he's seething inside...I guess, but for now, I'm just happy that I now have time to actually say hello to my children versus running around like Rosie the Robot (this dates me now, someone figure out this reference..." a place for everything and everything in its place"....oh Jetson's your outfits were soooo cool and futuristic) Update on niceness. So I took a little look inside as I do every now and then (daily). I thought to myself, what's one thing I can do more of. It doesn't have to be big, but I'd like to be nicer to strangers. An easy experiment. So my way of doing this has been to hold the door open for people who are much further away from me. I've expanded my door holding from say five yards to 15 yards. If I was a true sociologist this would be my term paper. Seriously. You would not believe the response! I held the door for a gentleman at the U of M and his response was "see there are still good people out there" and he thanked me three times. For holding the door open. Is that all it takes??? It made me happy and sad. Happy that I held the door and restored this guy's faith in the human race and sad that people aren't holding doors for people. So I've done this maybe 10 times in the past couple of weeks and each time have gotten extremely kind and friendly responses, most of them centering around "hey, thanks very much! you didn't have to do that". I wonder what would happen if most of my interactions were like this. Hmmmm project is still in motion, be on the lookout for more keen insight into the human psyche from myself, a completely unlicensed self proclaimed analytical everyday human. Movie Review: Due Date OH MY G. Zack Galifinakis (sp? sorry, don't feel like Googling for his correct spelling, isn't that terrible? oh well I held the door folks!)...anyway that guy with a perm and a stage name. Robert Downey Jr. in, well in L.A. I'm so handsome attire. Lots and lots of "F" bombs. Juliette Lewis as a pot dealer. I love her. I've loved her ever since she was the Mallory to Mickey. Her part did not last long enough at all. The movie, well it was Planes Trains and Automobiles amped up to the 100th degree. Add enough "F" words to make Richard Pryor blush and a masturbation scene that made me get up and leave the room. I'm a prude. It was weird. That's really all I got on it. It ended and I thought, well, thankfully it was only a dollar. And then I thought, dammit, $1.o7. If it had been the dollar I would have been fine, but to be taxed on it, well I never! It was one of those movies where when I laughed I felt guilty. Until next time peoples. Bring on the sunshine!