There is some sort of poetic justice/funny joke about the fact that the people who sat next to us at Wall-E were both so huge that they spilled over the edges of their theater seats.  I’m pretty sure that if I hadn’t put the cupholder down to act as a barrier between me and the guy sitting next to me I would have had his intestinal girth resting on my lap.  Again, if you’ve seen the movie you’ll understand just why this is funny.

If you haven’t gone to see Wall-E yet, you must. You must go right now.  No, don’t finish my blog post first.

The movie is everything that we loved about Pixar before it got oozed on by Disney.  How else could an hour and forty minute movie in which 90% of the dialogue consists of “Wall-E!” and “Eeeeve-uh!” be so entertaining and fun?

I now desperately want my own little Wall-E figure.  He can sit next to Stitch.

Also, I am horrified that they are making a sequel to The Little Mermaid. When the preview for it started Will and I both thought that maybe the movie was coming back for a limited theatrical release and we were both getting kind of jazzed about the idea of seeing it in the theater again and then….no. It’s a fracking sequel.

Dear Disney,

Have a new idea please.  Thanks.

Sincerely,

I used to really really like you.

There isn’t much else to report from the weekend as it was mostly a working weekend for me.  The heat spiked (oh how it spiked) but it is supposed to drop from the high nineties back down to the mid seventies by the end of the week.  I have to say, though, that after spending most of the weekend in this non-air conditioned apartment while it was super hot outside has left me optimistic about the rest of the summer.  Unlike our last apartment, this apartment gets almost no direct sunlight and can be kept at a pleasant temperature with fans.  Poor Bert (the portable air conditioner) might not get much use this year.

In completely unrelated news, last night I had a dream that one of my blog buddies decided to change herself in to a boyself and while I’m all for the “be who you are” thing, it left me a little creeped out.  Then after that I dreamed that Will and I went to a concert in downtown Portland and this other chick totally started hitting on Will which caused Geraldo Rivera to stop the entire concert (he wasn’t performing, he was just a concert go-er. I’m not sure why it is important that I tell you that except that the idea of Geraldo Rivera singing would probably throw the creepy dream into more of a horrible nightmare category) and yell at the woman to stop being a skank.  I still can’t figure out which is more disturbing–that Will was perfectly okay with this woman hitting on him and did nothing to discourage her, or that Geraldo Rivera was totally in my dream.   So yeah, I had two creepy dreams. In a row.

I am afraid of what my subconcious will feed me tonight.

And on that note, have a happy Monday!