WebKittyn Warbles

First, my condolences have to go out here to Kel. You are the first person I think of when I hear the announcers tell us to lay our NHL hopes to the side. A moment of silence, please.

This is amazingly lame, both sides need to stiff jab in the arse with a sharpened goalie stick.

Hockey is the least-watched and followed sport in the USA of the big guys, this is going to pretty much do away with hockey on tv if it ever comes back. And that's down here, I can't even imagine how it is in Canada..

I remember when Baseball did this and the fans went NUTS. It took years for baseball to recover, I suppose it's like that in Canada. There must be tons of people who depend on the season for a living, vendors and stadium employees and people we never think twice about. This crap hurts the economy as well as the fans.

Forgive me for not feeling sympathy for padded fatcats on both sides arguing over whether or not a 45 million dollar cap is reasonable. I get your reasonable right here, guys, come and get it.

And here I was all set to scrape up the cash for the NHL Center Ice ticket on Dish Network. Bah.

This sucks, bad juju on the NHL!

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Let me just say how thrilled I am to see Howard Dean in charge of the DNC. I liked Dean, I thought Dean got a dose of bad juju and who cares if he hoots loud. He's lively, he's got a gift for motivating people and he relates to the common schmuck online. The Dems needed someone just like Dean to step in and start cleaning house.

I look forward to following him closely.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!

I stole a book while I was upstate, a new addition to my dad's stock that never made it online. Written in 2003, it's the tale of the ex cop whose father is believed to have been the Black Dahlia killer. It tells of police corruption in every corner of the department and how he found the photos, letters and other bits of evidence amongst his father's belongings.

Like millions of other true crime buffs over the decades, I have always been fascinated by the Dahlia case. Andrew sent me my first book on the case and I was hooked inside the first ten pages. I can only imagine the horror and shock this dead bisected girl brought to the nation.

Imagine being a cop and years after your surgeon father has died you find amidst his possessions damning evidence that the man you called dad was perhaps the most notorious killer of the century to date? A serial killer no less!

I've read a lot on it, from what I can tell so far this book rings real for some reason but whether it is or isn't it's a damn good read and one hell of an interesting whodoneit.

I've been retreating into movies lately, even I need a break from my mind every so often. The last two I've watched were Open Waters and tonight we watched Hidalgo.

I've put my warning up there so if you're reading this then I assume you've either seen both or don't care if I give away endings.

Open Waters pleasantly surprised me. I was expecting something hokey with a happy ending and this was neither hokey or happy. There was actually one point in the movie where I was rooting for the shark to eat the stupid yuppie and sho' nuff at the end he did! Go, Jaws! I'm sure it really didn't happen as it did in the movie but the end result was the same and it was refreshing not to be force-fed the cookie cutter ending I've gotten used to.

It's a short movie, I wouldn't have minded less time before they got stranded and more time suffering in the water but that's me. It was pretty well acted and it went by real fast. I recorded it, this I'd watch again. It was disturbing in its plot and I like movies that disturb me.

All in all it was well worth the pay per view and I give it seven meows.

Hidalgo was superb. Everything about this movie was well done and the horse was gorgeous. I love historical movies to begin with and the lack of gratuitious sex or special effects made it even better.

Two hours and 10 minutes flew by, it's a fast-paced movie that manages to get the human kindness factor in there with the cutthroat tactics, sand storms and bad guys. I cried at the end and it was a good ending, it just touched me.

Omar Shariff is legend, anything with him is bound to be worth watching and while I never thought much of Viggio's looks before, he was damn easy on the eyes in this one.

This one I want, this I'd watch again and again. This one gets 9 meows.

Ever wonder what people really think of you? I'm not being cute here, it's 2:38 AM and I'm sitting here deep in thought. I don't mean it like har har, if you only knew what they REALLY thought of you... I'm dead serious.

Everyone is important to someone or a few people but do people really let people know when they matter? No. We've gotten so secretive about our feelings as a whole, it's personal sin to let people know what you think of them.

I've been thinking too much lately, part of my self induced exile into thought. I have no idea what the people closest to me (or so I believed them to be) really think of me, this dawned on me the other day. And it's not just that part of it, I listen to people and I hear so much stigma attached to sharing one's emotions. "What if I tell her I like her and she says no or doesn't feel the same way" is one I hear a lot. My answer? So what. Take the risk, life is full of risks and the day we stop taking them is the day we cease to live and begin merely to exist.

We never seem to learn from past mistakes. People can be gone in the blink of an eye never to return and we spend the rest of our lives wishing we had spoken up. If only, if only.

I thought I knew where I stood with some people in my world but it seems I was mistaken. Or I wouldn't know because it's a world of silence we dwell in. Not the comfortable kind. It's difficult to say this without sounding like a Drama Mama but I've wondered if people would even care if I just more or less vanished. This was thought over in a pragmatic what if sort of way, not the 'oh, no one would care, boo hoo' way of drama.

Everything feels like it's changing fast, I need to stop over thinking.

MUD friends are not real world friends. I learned that
tonight.

I'm getting a kitten!

I'm getting a kitten!

I'm getting a kitten!

Lately I've been trying to watch at least one new movie per day. Not pay per view, just normal movies I would probably pass over. You never know what you're going to find a gem like The Hamburg Cell. It's only been three days but so far I've added to my 'seen it' list:

The Human Stain - I feel like a heel criticising anything with Anthony Hopkins, Nicole Kidman and Gary Sinise but there was something yuppie scum about this movie. I know it was taken from a novel and I'd be willing to bet it was some trendoid hit of the week. It was preachy and it lagged even with great performances by the cast. I won't be seeking this one out again..

Duplex - I don't like Ben Stiller but I do like Drew and it's a Danny DeVito movie so I watched it. It was far fetched and silly but Drew was excellent and the old lady ran away with the movie. For 90 minutes of mindless entertainment it worked. I wouldn't buy it but I'd watch it again.

21 Grams - I was hesitant to watch this, I thought it was about drugs. How wrong I was. This was my kind of movie a la Usual Suspects or Memento. Naomi Watts, Benicio del Toro and Sean Penn are the stars and each one seems to bend perfectly into their parts. It's a thinker of a movie that jumps around and I know there was a lot in it I missed. Excellent flick, this one I want to see again and I definitely want to own.

That's it for now!