The End.

After several months of watching an episode of "Sex and the City" during lunch a couple times a week, I have finally reached the end of the series. 6 seasons and 94 episodes later, it's hard now to say goodbye to the girls I've grown to love.

I hadn't seen the series when it was on TV, because I hated women and thought that watching a show about women would simply be an abhorrent waste of my time. I can really be a judgmental prick, but that's beside the point. As it turns out, the show is completely enthralling: lovable and relatable characters, smart and witty dialogue, outrageous stranger-than-fiction plots, and of course, it's sexy. What's not to love?

Gadget knew I was getting close to the end of the series and bought the movie for me!!! I love my sweetheart. Since I don't have rehearsal tomorrow night, I'm planning on spending the evening in with Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda and a big bowl of popcorn.

I am Obsessed with Step Brothers.

For whatever cockamamy reason, I did not go Step Brothers when it was out in theaters. I did, however, just get it on DVD.

John C. Reilly is one of my favorite supporting actors, although my appreciation for him was previously based strictly on his serious roles such as Officer Jim in Magnolia, Reed Rothchild in Boogie Nights, and Amos Hart in Chicago among others. Of course I loved him in Talladega Nights, but apparently not enough to go see Step Brothers. And Will Ferrell - Oh, don't even get me started. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE him starting from way back in his SNL days.

Anyway, now that I've seen Step Brothers, I have a new arsenal of insults to sling at people (mostly my bandmates) and more laughter in my life - and who doesn't want that? I think I'm gonna' go watch it again.

The Big Lebowski

If you dig The Big Lebowski the way I dig The Big Lebowski, then you gotta' go to this website: Lebowskifest.com.

Much like a fine wine, this movie gets better with age. eight bajillion viewings later and I still laugh out loud every time I watch it.

Abide.

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn

I have done little else but read and write these past few days. Reading The Twilight Saga inspired an unexpected outpouring of songs and emotion and poetry and prose. I'm at the beginning of Breaking Dawn now and already dreading the end of the series. It's always been hard for me to detach from characters and fictional worlds once I've fully committed to their stories.

I went to see Twilight yesterday, and like Gabbie foretold, it sucked. It pissed me off how poorly cast some of the characters were, especially Bella. Talk about overacting! All the endearing parts of her were simply gone. And what was with fat-hooker-face Rosalie? All wrong. I was pleasantly surprised by Robert Pattison; his style reminds me a lot of Joaquin Phoenix's. He looked way too human though. Was I the only one expecting more sparkly vampire glory from the sunlight scene?

Miraculously, I managed to put the crack down (by "crack", I mean Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final book in The Twilight Saga) to snap this picture of Sam giving me the stare down. Little attention whore that he is isn't digging all this vampire tomfoolery. He wants his mother back.

Twilight

Through my cross-continental communications with my sister, Gabbie, I understood that I had to read Twilight before seeing the movie. In her own words, "To Twi-hards, the movie is gonna' suck, but to people who haven't read it, it's gonna' be great." From what I gathered, it was better to be in-the-know than to be blissfully unaware that the movie was an utter disaster, paling in comparison to the spellbinding content of the books. My sister went on to say, "You'd love it, Tiz. It's a good read", and I was sold.

I borrowed Twilight yesterday from my best friend who had devoured the entire series months ago. By the time we were getting ready to meet for lunch today I was asking, "Can you bring the next one in the series?" She thought ahead and brought me the remaining three books, knowing that I'd be needing them soon.

Currently, I'm at the end of book one, and I'm hooked. I have my sister, Gabbie, to thank for my renewed bloodlust (and probable sleep deprivation).