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So last night we went to see Take the Lead, which I will write about later. In short, good on dance, lame on everything else.

Then we came home, and the weird started. First, we were sitting on my bed, and boom, curtain rod pulls out of the wall, curtain comes crashing down, etc etc (I have to go buy spackle and hope I can fix this without drilling a new hole). Kali's arm gets banged by the rod in the process.

Then, not five minutes later, still sitting there, one of the three plaques with iron keys embedded in them that hang over my bed, flies off the wall and just misses hitting Kali in the head. By this point, we were getting a little freaked, and I bellowed, "Does someone here have a problem with my eating dinner in my room?" as we had just had dinner on the bed, which we've never done before (and for those of you not following along on my inner landscape, I don't think of the plauqes of my bed as mine; sometimes other shit goes shopping, and that particular decorating thing is the most specific result).

Anyway, later in the night the computer randomly turned itself on; Kali went to lay down at one point and banged her head on the wall hard enough to raise a bump and all sorts of other random crap. Walking her to the train this morning she kept tripping on shit that wasn't there, and I did the same on the way back. Is there some sort of astological phenomena at hand to make people accident prone, or was there just some bitchiness in my room last night? It was all very funny, but very not.

I've also been meaning to report that I had this fucked up dream a couple of nights ago wherin Voldemort got kicked out of some shitty bar in teh little town Michael is from for being gay. No, I don't know what's wrong with me, why do you ask?

Take the Lead

I normally don't find Antonio Banderas charming, but he was in this.

The dancing was really good, although not always filmed in a way that useful.
The script was flat and boring and contained about 800 too many side plots designed to illustrate that these kids had tough lives -- fewer side plots illustrating this, with more of a point to any of them would have served teh film better.
That the film's two interacial relationships were also the film's two relationships involving heavy characters (a girl known only a Big Girl and a guy known only as Mountain) was slightly weird, but really neither here nor there.

And OMG, that little white girl who decides to learn dance with the poor kids, she's a Hewitt girl! They don't name the school, but she's in their uniform through teh whole thing. Like woah! Also she looked just like my best friend from those years of my life.

I'm glad I saw it, it was fun, in spite of itself (and hello, hot hot hot tango sequence with a girl and two guys -- the whole thing is developed poorly, from the initial rivalry over he girl to whatever the hell teh resolution of it is, but it _really_ comes off as a threesome in more than a dance sense).