Friends, Lovers, and the Occasional Mormon

• OK, I like bullet points. It makes it easier to focus on one topic per bullet. And with my brain in the jumble it's been in lately, I need all the help I can get.
• I read stranger's blogs. Just the ones with interesting titles. Blogger.com scrolls the blogs updated minute by minute, and if I see one with an interesting title, I click on it. What I've found is that there are a lot of commercial advertising blogs, a lot of foreigners blogging who cannot form a coherent thought in English (but don't think me judgemental, we all know I don't maintain a Mandarin Chinese blog), and there are a lot of people who are WAYYYY too into matching outfits for their kids for every occasion and outing. Don't believe me? Check out mylifeinsippycups.blogspot.com.
• Judy's midlife pregnancy (bet she hates me calling it that) is perking along. I was a touch concerned because I hadn't heard from her in a while. But we spoke the other day and she's just big and hot and busy. I'm still very grateful it's her, not me.
• Ever Google old friends/enemies/lovers names? If you said no, I'm betting you're a liar. Ever contact any of them? My friend Terri and I had a discussion about this on the way back from a wedding in Tucson. She seemed to think it strange that I would like to know how some of these people are. I'm not sure why she thinks it's strange. I mean, I liked them well enough to . . . well, you know. And for the most part, I still like them. For the most part, they are smart and funny people (who at one time in their lives had EXCELLENT taste in women). I'd love to hear that they are well and happy. And the enemies? Well hopefully there aren't too many out there, but they're fun to hear about too. There is one woman who I could not stand and now I read her husband's blog regularly. (No, I did not find it randomly. It was supplied to me.) I even comment on the blog from time to time. I'm sure she would HATE it if she knew, that's part of the joy of reading it. But I also enjoy his observations, and I have some pity for him being married to her. I'd give you the blog address, but I fear exposure and being banned.
• Tim Russert is still dead. SUCH a BUMMER.
• I went to see the Incredible Hulk. I love Edward Norton. I just rented Death to Smoochie, and now I think I have seen every Edward Norton movie except Frieda, which I just can't bring myself to watch because Salma's eyebrows are grown together into the unibrow, and how can anyone give Edward all the attention his role deserves while she's parading around with the freakshow eyebrow? Yes, I know it's how Frieda looked. SO WHAT. I just can't get past it. I was going to name for you my FAVORITE Edward Norton movie, but I couldn't choose. How about top four? The Painted Veil, Primal Fear, Fight Club, and American History X. Yes, yes, I know. How can I get past the swastika when I can't get past the unibrow? Well he sought redemption in American History X. If Frieda would PLUCK or WAX at the end of the movie, perhaps I wouldn't have such a problem watching it.
• Living where I do, I feel somewhat immersed in Mormon culture. Not Mormon religion so much, but Mormon culture, if that makes sense. They crack me up. One of the gals I know has a blog where she asked her friends to share their favorite memory about her, and she would tell her favorite memory about them in return. One of the memories that was listed said "there wasn't enough food, and DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID?!" If that sentence had been said aloud you would be able to hear the sharp intake of breath and a nervous giggle. Do you know what the forbidden phrase was that she uttered? HOLY CRAP! All the purity in the upbringing makes for some interesting personality types. I was going to say especially in the men, but there are some pretty interesting women as well. Most won't go see R rated movies, but those wild edge-of-the-envelope ones that do, and are bold enough to tell you, have gone to see such outrageously filthy movies as BRAVEHEART. Puhleeze. And Holy Crap! Or as my Mormon supervisor says ALL THE TIME, "WHAT THE FREAK!" Call and tell me when you've rented Brokeback Mountain, then we'll talk about edgy.
• Another Sunday morning approaches without Tim Russert. Meet the Press will never be the same. This sucks. Holy Crap, this sucks.