Weekend #4 of 2009
Last week was incredibly draining, so needless to say Friday evening centered on celebrating the fact that it was over - so we headed out for pizza and wine with a friend. Of course, after that the mysterious effect that even small quantities of white wine has on me took hold, and I passed out cold on my bed.
Otherwise the rest of the weekend was pretty much a stay-at-home pair of days with no exciting activities to report about.
Saturday morning was productive however. While the bf ran errands, I collated, coloured and shaded my latest Girlz 'N' Games web comic - which you can see above this blog post. In the afternoon we started to watch Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, but apart from snickering at how much Jabba the Hutt reminds us of our dear sweet future president Jacob Zuma, we didn't get very far with the viewing.
Instead, we ended up downing a bottle of red wine while playing several games of Jenga (I won!). The more cerebral gaming alternative, chess, was saved for the sober Sunday afternoon, where I was less successful.
Anyway, Saturday evening also involved watching Dreamworks' Bee Movie, and all I can say is "Ugh". Much like I berated the decision to have terminally unhip, out-of-date Oasis as the headline act for Coke Zero Fest, I have the same views about comedian Jerry Seinfeld. I could understand giving the former funnyman hefty writing input into an animated film a decade ago, but certainly not now. His smart mouth quips are lame, lame, lame... And having a little insect character named Barry B. Benson - how hilariously creative!
Bee Movie was almost, but not quite, as bad as Shark Tale. It's like Dreamworks forgot they had already made an animated film about an anxious little Jewish insect who believes there is more to life than slaving away in colony. Except he now talks to humans, who are remarkably accepting about the whole thing. And the overall message of the film seems to be that mindless jobs are to be embraced, because you're saving society as we know it.
On Sunday we had a small braai with the bf's parents and grandmothers, but after 2 days indoors with them I was already a little overdosed on the whole "family" thing. This probably makes me sound incredibly selfish but there is only so much parental exposure I can take... particularly during my weekends, which are a chance to enjoy a little rejuvenating "me time". I'm all for families coming together for special occasions like birthdays and holidays but that's manageable doses of exposure. At 27, eating all meals with parents, watching movies with parents, having to ask permission to watch something on TV, and being kicked off a parent's PC at a moment's notice drives me crazy. It's just so fucking suffocating.
Anyway, Sunday evening ended with a half-watching of American Gangster while having a pragmatic relationship discussion - after 6 years together 2009 will really be make or break for us.
Of course I get into trouble if I delve too deeply into my personal life on this blog, so moving along... From what I saw of it, American Gangster seemed to be OK, but nowhere near as good as many people say it is. The rise-and-fall-of-a-crimelord storyline has been done dozens of times before, and I still don't think anything tops Scorsese's Goodfellas. Not even Scarface.
And that was the weekend in a nutshell. If friends reading this would like to do anything next weekend, please let me know. I really can't spend a second weekend sitting at home...
Otherwise the rest of the weekend was pretty much a stay-at-home pair of days with no exciting activities to report about.
Saturday morning was productive however. While the bf ran errands, I collated, coloured and shaded my latest Girlz 'N' Games web comic - which you can see above this blog post. In the afternoon we started to watch Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, but apart from snickering at how much Jabba the Hutt reminds us of our dear sweet future president Jacob Zuma, we didn't get very far with the viewing.
Instead, we ended up downing a bottle of red wine while playing several games of Jenga (I won!). The more cerebral gaming alternative, chess, was saved for the sober Sunday afternoon, where I was less successful.
Anyway, Saturday evening also involved watching Dreamworks' Bee Movie, and all I can say is "Ugh". Much like I berated the decision to have terminally unhip, out-of-date Oasis as the headline act for Coke Zero Fest, I have the same views about comedian Jerry Seinfeld. I could understand giving the former funnyman hefty writing input into an animated film a decade ago, but certainly not now. His smart mouth quips are lame, lame, lame... And having a little insect character named Barry B. Benson - how hilariously creative!
Bee Movie was almost, but not quite, as bad as Shark Tale. It's like Dreamworks forgot they had already made an animated film about an anxious little Jewish insect who believes there is more to life than slaving away in colony. Except he now talks to humans, who are remarkably accepting about the whole thing. And the overall message of the film seems to be that mindless jobs are to be embraced, because you're saving society as we know it.
On Sunday we had a small braai with the bf's parents and grandmothers, but after 2 days indoors with them I was already a little overdosed on the whole "family" thing. This probably makes me sound incredibly selfish but there is only so much parental exposure I can take... particularly during my weekends, which are a chance to enjoy a little rejuvenating "me time". I'm all for families coming together for special occasions like birthdays and holidays but that's manageable doses of exposure. At 27, eating all meals with parents, watching movies with parents, having to ask permission to watch something on TV, and being kicked off a parent's PC at a moment's notice drives me crazy. It's just so fucking suffocating.
Anyway, Sunday evening ended with a half-watching of American Gangster while having a pragmatic relationship discussion - after 6 years together 2009 will really be make or break for us.
Of course I get into trouble if I delve too deeply into my personal life on this blog, so moving along... From what I saw of it, American Gangster seemed to be OK, but nowhere near as good as many people say it is. The rise-and-fall-of-a-crimelord storyline has been done dozens of times before, and I still don't think anything tops Scorsese's Goodfellas. Not even Scarface.
And that was the weekend in a nutshell. If friends reading this would like to do anything next weekend, please let me know. I really can't spend a second weekend sitting at home...
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