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I received my first-ever hate spam comment today. I’m endlessly disappointed by people’s hatred.

Indiana Jones was a fun and familiar movie and I really liked it.

I walked at least 7 miles today and my feet and my hips hurt very much.

We had a cranky bus driver who wouldn’t open the door for people at a bus stop. I was appalled.

Agent got a bike that says Free Agent on it. She’s madly in love.

We got two new roommates. They live upstairs.

I love bush balls. I recently discovered the joys of hedge trimming in our own little backyard.

Agent and I just got home from seeing the new Narnia movie. We went to the 7:00 showing on opening night, fully expecting a sold-out show and many screaming children. Strangely, the theater was barely full at all. Not so strangely, there were plenty of screaming kids to add an extra layer of complexity to an already rich movie experience.

The movie was awesome. Although the characters fall into the wild imagination category, they felt extremely real to me. The plot was a little shallow, but there was plenty of story to keep me fascinated through the entire movie. I especially enjoyed struggling with feelings of familiarity and loathing as I recognized subtle and not so subtle Christian overtones. I realize that sometimes I miss the stories of my youth, the stories of saints and martyrs, holy people and magical things.

As I was pleasantly enjoying the previews before a Sunday night, drag the weekend as long as possible trip to the theater, I was thinking to myself about how easy this movie must have been to make. The storyline is a setup, and the theme is so familiar to all of us. It’s easy to imagine prehistoric people and I’m not expecting a ton of creativity. I figured with a few special affects and some fighting scenes, this movie was a slam dunk. I sure was wrong.

I can’t think of much to not complain about. The story was bad. The main character was dull. The costumes looked like they were made of plastic. I could almost see the walls of the studio in the sets. The main tribe had the most horrible quasi-Irish accent I’ve ever heard. The entire thing felt like a B movie. I kept thinking all the characters were going to break out into slap-stick comedy routines. Everything about it was cheesy, and not in a good way.

After the movie, Agent and I were unlocking our bikes and laughing about how bad it was. A group of fellow audience members standing nearby let us know that Agent’s laughter throughout the film was the most entertaining part of a bad experience. The ending was so funny that Agent had broken out in her uncontrollable, contagious laughter. The same one you can see here.

So if you’re going to see this one, definitely save your money for the DVD release. Seriously.

Agent and I went to see Fool’s Gold last night and absolutely loved this movie. On the way home, Agent asked me to write this post because without a computer at home, I am her only conduit to the Internet. I will act as her channel to the great big world wide web and attempt to summarize her thoughts on the romantic comedy released just in time to ease our late winter blues.

Agent loved Fool’s Gold. She wanted me to say that this movie was funny and everyone was very cute, except the Austrian assistant guy and the investor/father, of course. She also wanted me to tell you that Fool’s Gold was laugh-out-loud hilarious and that people throughout the theater were laughing uproariously. Agent loves Kate Hudson, and we also talked about how Matthew McConaughey is light-hearted, which is nice.

elf says funny stuff and makes funny noises and sings funny songs.

he’s an elf but nobody thinks he’s an elf because they don’t believe in elves but actually he is honest and innocent and vulnerable, which is funny.