Referencing Old Movies

Am home sick today after being poisoned by salad bar at work yesterday. When you work for a large corporation that outsources food service to some scarily named company called Eurest you should be careful. Doesn’t Eurest sort of imply good death? There is no good here. There was some new salad topping called Soylent Green or something that I put on top of my baby spinach. Have been having violent stomach cramps reminiscent of John Hurt in Alien since. 

Have been on line and working since 6:30 AM as I am very busy and important. Actually that is not true, well it kind of is, but mostly I just refuse to use valuable sick time for today as this is a work related injury. Am determined to only use valuable sick time to supplement future vacation days. Am talking like Bridget Jones today for no apparent reason. 

Am on mind numbing 4 hour conference call with people from England so the Bridget Jones speak seems appropriate. I wish I had chosen vodka and Chaka Kahn over Soylent Green, but alas, alcohol units remain low. I had a glass of white wine last night in futile attempt to kill green alien now growing in my gut. Alien seems to appreciate the stainless steel fermented Rousanne and has been growing exponentially since. 

Now cannot stop thinking of Chaka Kahn and must see what I would look like with that hair:

Not a VG look for me. 

Why is it that some movies just seem into slip your consciousness and become part of your own personal history? Bridget Jones is like what, 10 years old? 

Speaking of movies that become part of your life, I just made poor Mark sit thought a VHS (!) version of While London Burns Sammy and Rosie Get Laid. My 20th century VCR did not play well with my 21st century TV or sound system or especially with TiVo. TiVo got very upset and refused to allow me to select an alternate video input source until I told TiVo that it was pretty and that I love it. 

There are so many little expressions and sayings from Sammy and Rosie that I still use on a day to day basis: 
"The usual reasons, boredom, indifference, repulsion."  

Yes, I still quote entire lines of dialogue from this little movie no one has heard of that is 23 years old. It’s sad. 

This weekend we watched 9, the remake of Fellini’s 8 ½. I hate 8 ½. Fellini is one of my favorite directors, so for me to say I hate 8 ½ is really something. Not thought out, boring, long, self indulgent….and that is just the first 10 minutes. Train wreck of a movie. 9 takes this cluster and turns it into something amazing and wonderful. There is a tiny scene when Nicole Kidman just shows up and sings for a minute and leaves. I cried. VG.

Ouch!

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