i don't deserve to go on a cruise anyway

I know you've all been waiting with bated breath wondering what in the world I was going to do about this whole cruise thing.

I need a passport.

Why do I not have a passport? Well, the last time I needed one was when I was about 10 years old and going to Europe. Once it expired I just never bothered to get it renewed. It's on the to-do-list as in 2008 I'll need one to enter Canada, but I haven't gotten around to it. It's possible to still get one, but the chances are slim and the cost is considerable. Compounding the problem is that whole Baby Jesus' Birthday Kwanzaa Hanukkah Extravaganza otherwise known as the holiday season. Things getting rushed through at such a time are unlikely. Carl may be able to pull some strings (way to go Homeland Security!), but I'm not optimistic. We'll just have to see.

Back to reality.

If you were planning on going to see Apocalypto because you were intrigued by the possible comparisons (alluded to in interviews with Mr. Gibson) between the Mayan Empire and the mighty United States or because you thought the history of the Mayan Empire was going to be chronicled or because you thought the cinematography would at least be good I'm here to say do not bother. I know, I know. I'm hypercritical when it comes to films, but this one really is unspectacular. The script is downright awful. The directing is uninspiring. The acting is barely passable. Mel Gibson managed to take what could have been a kick ass metaphor for modern Western civilization's proclivity for excess and turn it into 120+ minutes of stereotypes. Consider yourselves warned.

This weekend...this weekend...well, I'm going to the costume shop tomorrow as I've avoided that place like the plague this week. Couldn't take the students talking about exams. I'll also be doing some last minute laundry there. Saturday night I'm flying solo and hoping to find a hot date (or at the very least a ride) to the Sandbar. The Salt Miners are playing and rumor has it they're pretty good. Sunday I'm either going to a wedding or meeting somebody from somewhere who's coming into town sometime who won't be around by the time I get back from Vermont.

Assuming I come back from Vermont.
Because maybe I just won't come back.

But first up: Icy cold vodka martini with a twist.

And the last episode of the Gilmore Girls Season 1.