Lost my keys just recently; left them hanging on that little hook / doorstop in the bathroom stall, in the hope that they wouldn't fall out of my pocket onto the less-than-pristine bathroom floor when I sat down. And then I just left them hanging there. The realization that I have now lost my keys for the third time in less than 30 days made me SPRING INTO ACTION!!! Going to get my keys cut at 4:00, only about two weeks after I was planning on it. Great foresight is NOT in the family genome.
My digestive processes are not very uniform lately. I think my metabolism is starting to kick it into a slightly lower gear. 1/3 of a bag of popcorn last night made my stomach ache for over 2 hours. Yipes.
Speaking of popcorn: Spider-Man 2 is the best movie I've seen in 2004, beating the current favourite (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) like a red-headed stepchild. I can't comment on it for fear that the three people who read this and haven't seen the movie will be upset with me. It's the most fun I've had at the movies since Pirates of the Carribean, AND it's well-acted. So good. Bearing that in mind, however, I have this caveat: Michael Bublé singing the Spider-Man theme with his backing big band in the background at the end of the credits is the WORST IDEA IN THE HISTORY OF MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS. Worse than Nickleback AND Saliva on S-1. Worse than Puff Daddy teaming up with Jimmy Page for Godzilla. Worse than Celine Dion singing "My Heart Will Go On." My bile was boiling. For SHAME.