A friend of mine (in college) thought Van Wilder was the best movie to watch with a girl if you wanted to get into her pants.  I think it had something to do with the transitive property and similar ab definition between himself and Mr. Reynolds.

Jane was okay.  The rest was sort of a disaster and it made me wonder how old I must look to other people if that's what they think 28 year old ladies look like.

Kundalini yoga would be very hard to do in space.

Is it weird that I want to set you up on hang out date with my sister?  She lives in Maryland and has extensive nerd bonafides.

My favorite drink (also a stretch to call it a martini of any kind, even as a silly play on words) is a MarTeaNi:

This is the girliest Sangria ever, but: a bottle of Spanish white, a cup of St. Germaine. White peaches, green grapes, raspberries.

What a charmer.  Every time I hear the "order whatever you want" exchange, I start coming up with scenarios that make the guy look even worse, like he's letting her eat as many calories as she wants because she's fitting into those size 4's again and he can guilt her about it later.

Call it revenge of the Cosmo.  God, I hate that drink.

two words: girl ghetto.

Does Pizza Planet have craft beer?  I think I missed that.

and that's such a lame exercise.  Get in a car and go to Pizza Port.  The pizza (honestly) is kinda mediocre (good ingredients in massive, gut busting to the point of gross quantities), but the beer is awesome.

Teen girl struggles to not end up like her mom.  Film at 11.

Except the dude playing Peeta is a wee bit shorter than Jennifer Lawrence.  And I could probably take him in a fight.  So, yeah.  Hard to believe he'd be able to kill anybody.

Oh god.  For the past two months, that song has come on every time I've gone to the gym.  All the middle age ladies go nuuuuuts for it.

It is all those things.  The main convention hall smells like hot dog barf by 4 PM, any semi-cute girl in a costume will be surrounded by 5 or 6 awkward middle aged dudes with a 5D every time she takes 3 steps (some of them are members of the press, but that doesn't stop them from being gross about it).

With a FLOP ASS CUNT, obviously

This is my math on the Conjuring:

Pacific Rim was loud and silly.  It was exactly what I wanted, but high art it was not.

<shudder>  For some reason I'm thinking of edible undies on a warm day and it slowly melting into goo - like Odo from DS9.

I'm in the process of accepting the fact that if I want to be where I want to be professionally, I have to accept being an assistant again (and that for at least another year).   It's making me angsty.