Ok, I need to do some ranting. I don’t rant too much, so bear with me.

1) If I write an email asking n questions, it really bugs me when the number of questions actually answered is < n. "I don't know" is a perfectly reasonable answer. Someone just did this this morning for the third time in recent memory, and it's really getting old.
2) There are people who just don't Get It, at It's most basic level. I don't want to be more specific than that, in case this blog is found by work peeps. But some people should just know better.

*deep breath* In with the good, out with the bad...

Other than those mild frustrations, everything is peachy. I just got back from a little weekend getaway with a few friends, which was fun. Beers were consumed, pool was played, and Uno with some added rules was played. Good times.

Next weekend is going to be tons of fun, as well, as I have a wedding to go to, which I'm looking forward to, and then also a Lakers game the next day, which will be a treat. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a very big basketball fan, even less of an NBA fan, and even LESS of a Lakers fan, but get me nice box seats and an evening out with friends, and I'll go just about anywhere. Also, the game is against the Pacers, where old junior-high and high school chum Scot Pollard plays, and it will be fun to see him in person again, even if it's from a distance. (I don't mean to sound ungrateful about the tickets... I'm really looking forward to it, in spite of what I said above!)

Speaking of invitations, this has been sort of a recurring theme with me lately. I sometimes get invited to things that other people reading this blog are not invited to. Mostly it's small things, like going to the movies or a round of golf or something, but sometimes it's bigger things. I like to write about my life and what I do on this blog, and sometimes feel a little awkward writing that I went somewhere, knowing that someone else is going to read it and find out they weren't invited. How should I handle this situation? Should I leave things out altogether? Delicately dance around the situation? Be honest, knowing someones feelings might be hurt? What would YOU do if you were me?

Diana and I did some Netflixin' recently. We watched "A Clockwork Orange", which I've been substantially curious about since about as long as I can remember. I don't know if it's was the crazy box cover, or things I'd heard about it as a kid, but I've just always had a hankerin' to see it. Somewhere I'd heard that it was really violent and brutal, and I was really preparing myself for the worst. What I discovered, though, was that it was a really strange light-hearted romp through a dark world. Like eating something hot and cold at the same time. There was violence and brutality in the movie, but it was kind of cheesy, and almost symbol, like watching a stage-fight. Maybe that is an unintentional effect of being desensitised to violence in this day and age, but I don't think so. At least one fight scene had a "West Side Story" kind of feel to it, in that you know it's supposed to be a brutal gang-war, but it just doesn't feel like it. Anyways, I really found the first half really strange, and somewhat unintelligible, but it made a lot more sense once it was over. I think I'd like to give it another go sometime.

Speaking of giving it another once over, we also caught "Lost in Translation" on TV, and watched that again. That was really enjoyable for a second time. I really liked how open to interpretation the whole thing was. Diana and I discussed it and it was fun to discover that we could watch the exact same events and have differing conclusions about what we thought was going. Then, of course, at the end he whispers something in her ear, which we're not allowed to hear and are left to guess. Good stuff.

Our current rentals are "2001", "Forrest Gump", and "Taxi Driver". Oh, by the way, if you want to be on my Netflix friends list, please leave a comment or email me your netflix email address so I can add you!

That's about it for now, I think. Hope all is well with everyone reading this.