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2002-05-21 | 5:18 p.m.

corduroy licorice was nervous about his upcoming balloon payment. his obsession with balloon animal sculpting was going to put him in the poorhouse.

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music news without tabitha soren

i like the new eminem single and i don't care who knows it. there is something about his pinched nose voice that i find appealing. and the boy knows a thing or three about an infectious hook and rhyme, no doubt.

i also diggum mr. cheeks "lights, camera, action." reMIX. talk about boogie in the butt.

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i had lunch with a girlfriend today. the recent announcement that suicide bombings will be appearing on american shores put her in a marrying mood. now to find a groom. but wouldn't a rush marriage in reaction to world events be an emotional suicide bombing of sorts? i feel very carrie bradshaw all of a sudden.

speaking of world events, i had to say "exactly" to idiomatic's important observation about the preying priest debacle.

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"i heard that hell is when all your dreams come true."
- ruby lee gissing, ruby in paradise

i rewatched one of my favorite movies last night, one of the first of the indie craze, ruby in paradise. it has such a daydreamy stillness and wistfulness to it. i think it was ashley judd's first film. she does a great job in it. completely charming.

speaking of movies, i saw two this weekend: spider-man and about a boy. the latter was my favorite, though the former was some fun, too.

i thought they did a pretty neat job sewing up the plot of spider-man. story developments made sense and were paid off. unfortunately, quite an unusual feat. kirsten dunst looked a little weird to me. maybe the close-ups were too close up. and spidey's suit's webbing pattern was distractingly fabric paint-like. leave it to a girl to lodge such complaints. the film did a great job of showing off nyc with clever location choices. especially the breathtaking skyline view bathed in an orangey glow. whoa!

i dug the closing scene in the cemetery when peter tells m.j. why he can't love her like he should. what an epiphany! i hadn't realized i'd actually dated a super hero or two. this explains A LOT. that's why they couldn't explain their odd behavior to me. with great power comes great responsibility, after all. i feel a great sense of closure now.

about a boy was formulaic, as they say, but quite enjoyable nonetheless. hugh grant was terrific and his wardrobe and pad were fabu accessories. spock-eyebrowed nicholas hoult gave an adorable performance as the boy in question. hugh's character's "celebration of shallowness" narration was hilarious and gave me confirmation on certain male perspectives i'd suspected all along.

i sat near the front of the theater and there were only two people in the rows in front of me. a man in his 70s, alone in a suit, and an apparently homeless man, wearing matted hair and faded flannel.

during a big moment in the film, homeless man raised both arms to cheer hugh baby on while giggling with delight. then as the closing credits rolled to the tune of badly drawn boy's catchy "something to talk about," i caught both old suit and funky flannel goodnaturedly bobbing their smiling heads to the tune. it was a good movie, true, but that was my favorite part.

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