29 May 1998

The Opposite Of Sex

Freud striketh again.

Today Darin and I went to see The Opposite Of Sex. We're especially proud of ourselves for having deduced what the opposite of sex is, at least in the context of this movie. I should have guessed from the title, of course.

We both enjoyed it. I think I enjoyed it more than Darin, and neither of us would put it on our Top Ten lists but...there are lots of laughs in it, lots of clever things (it's a movie that knows it's a movie), Christina Ricci is hysterical. It's too episodic to be truly satisfying, and the characters are a bit flat. Still--I've wasted $8 on worse activities, some even involving chocolate.

(Spoiler: The stars from Friends have cornered the market on women-in-love-with-gay-guys movies.)

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

5 miles today. I simply conked out at 5 and walked the .3 home. These past few days running hasn't felt good, it's felt like work. I know that there are days like that