great caesar's ghost

It has really been over a month since I posted on poor ole bloggrilla! That's cause all the action is happening over at cancer grrl, at least in terms of posting.

Actually, my life is pretty boring, and pretty much devoted to going to work, trying to run as much as I can, and trying to ignore chemotherapy as much as i can. Outside of the stigmata of perennially perforated veins in my arm, I am pretty good at putting this whole thing out of my mind.

I did manage to see Snakes on a Plane last week, with the Ex. Since I lack the required snake phobia, roughly 85% of the chills were wasted on me. However, I have a slight airplane phobia, so I was able to reap some fear gratification from the whole endeavor. NOT, mind you that I need any more fear in my life, but, we all like a little gratuitous fear from someone else's pain.

The movie had a lot of the requisite junior high school gross out moments: snakes bit a nipple, a penis, an eye, and a tongue. People's faces turned black from venom. Good, solid lunch hour discussion fodder for cafeteria.

And, muthafuckin Sam Jackson did not swear as much as this muthafucka would have wanted. goddamn it.

All in all, it was kinda fun. Not scary, and not real funny either, but, i think worth seeing. I mean, these days I will take my entertainment as low brow as I can get it, thank you very much.

I also watched The Spy Who Shagged Me, last week at chemo with Gar. I thoroughly enjoyed all the anal jokes, in fact I nearly wet myself. Since I was in the chemo drip place, I'm sure that would not have caused the nurses to blink an eye...