If you're thinking of missing Grindhouse... Don't!

I'm alive. And in case you're wondering, I had a pretty nice, if hectic, long weekend, once Matt recovered from his thing, his stomach nastiness failed to jump to me, and I got over my headache and general bleah-ness. It involved, in random order, the following: getting taken out for Chinese food, getting taken out for Indian food, getting the previously mentioned pedicure (my toes look so pretty!), exchanging Easter baskets with Matt, going shopping for girly stuff with my mom, getting to pick out some clothes and makeup on her dime, going to see Grindhouse, getting to shop for jewelry on Matt's dime (my new gold dragonfly necklace is also so pretty!), visiting the in-laws, eating cake, eating more cake, eating a canole, eating candy, and eating many other things that just aren't good for me. What it did not involve nearly enough of for my liking was sleep, and vegging out, and getting things done around the house. It was fun, but it was really too much fun for one weekend, and I could use a day off to recover. But since I won't get one, today I'm just focusing on getting back into the swing of things. Productivity can wait until tomorrow.

For the record, we loved Grindhouse, although we both loved the Planet Terror half more than the Death Proof half, and not just because the former featured one of our honeymoon destinations, although that was pretty awesome right there. We both mainly felt that Tarantino could have tightened up the pacing a bit, and Matt was downright disgusted with Kurt Russel's characterization toward the end, but I can't say more without spoiling it, so I won't (other than that I've loved Tracie Thoms since Wonderfalls, and I love her still). Even so, it was the most entertaining movie either of us has gone out to see in a good long while.

Unrelatedly, Whedonopolis has a very Buffy-centric interview with Jim Butcher, author of the Dresden Files novels, wherein he confesses that in his fantasy casting, Smidge plays Murphy. This makes me inexplicably happy.