Blimp

I'm still bloated, still! Sometimes i think it's gone away and other times, zoom, there it is sticking out like a good year blimp. And yet, according to the highly esteemed and never misleading Dr. Google, this is still a "mild" case, whatever that means. There's no additional weight gain or vomitting to speak of. But, i dunno, maybe i should check in with the clinic. The thing is, they're SO FAR AWAY as in RIGHT NEXT TO WORK, and it's like, why go down there on my day off? Especially when i have to be at the clinic at 7am and traffic is hit or miss, sometimes an hour and sometimes 2.

I'm just wondering how long do i get to walk around like a blimp? I miss the days when flab jiggled, sigh. I never thought i'd think that. But i never ever thought i'd never have kids either, so that just proves that you never really know anything. QED.

In other news, did you know that Moonlighting is still good after all these years??? Yeah! So zippy and funny. It's really good with a "mild" case of ohss. I wonder why they dont have the complete seasons? Did they just do 4 episodes a season? i'm so confused about this. Anyone know? I was barely a tween when i got hooked on the show.

In other movie related news, Adaptation is a bizarre movie. Netflix said it was about a writer's search for passion. Psht, hardly. The main character, who is the screenwriter who decided to write the movie about himself, was so annoyingly unlikeable in every way. Too neurotic and self conscious. His twin brother, who also happens to be his polar opposite, decides to try his hand at screenwriting, and writes a hit, just as well as the main character, who obsesses and drives you nuts in the process. Anyway ... spoiler coming, but i know you guys wont mind because the movie isnt worth renting unless you like oddball movies where the screenwriter egotistically ... spoiler part ... kills his own twin brother as part of the plot. Why? On a psychological level methinks there's a touch of jealousy. On an egotistical level, it's because the writer can, because the writer has a captive audience that stupidly thought his movie was going to be about the writer's passion or search for it or something. Haha. It's about the writer's neurosis and subconconscious jealousy for his twin brother who's not neurotic but easy going and, surprise, surprise, prolific. But, somehow the twin brother gets killed off in a freak plot twist, which was totally unnecessary as far as the plot went, which was really about the main character trying to adapt a stream-of- consciousness hippy-dippy book into a movie. But he couldnt because a stream of consciousness has no climax. It's just one fluid stream. Kind of like this review. Bored yet? You get the picture. To fix that, the screenwriter reasoned that if he somehow managed to kill off his brother in the story, then the audience gets the gore and blood they paid for.

I want my money back.