Happy Halloween, Losers!!

Well, it looks to be a very spooooooooky Monday! And by spooky I mean...no one in my office dressed up this year, no one in my neighborhood trick-or-treats, and I have no Halloween-related plans whatsoever. Last year I believe Kel and I went on a "ghost hunt", which I put in quotes because at the last minute we realized it may be just a teensy bit disrespectful to go trapsing over the graves of ND priests in search of spooks--so we ended up just wandering around the lakes with our ghost-hunting equipment (a disposable camera) where we may have run into Dr. Dye, and may have accused him of being a ghost, which may have caused us to run off laughing maniacally. I don't remember for sure. Anyway, we ended up with a lot of pictures of black and gray nothing, save a few nice ones of Kel's thumb, so I think this year we might just go to Chili's and throw back a few big dogs instead.

This weekend was all I dreamed of and more. Lounging, feasting, footballing, gaming, movie-ing, and on several notable occasions listening to my roommate cough up a cow. It was hot...real hot. We watched The Butterfly Effect on Saturday, which I had been looking foward to for a while because it has the fat guy from Boy Meets World. I was a bit disappointed. First of all, why in the hell did they call it The Butterfly Effect? They even opened with that quote about a butterfly flapping its wings causing a typhoon halfway around the world, then proceeded to show a complete disregard for that whole line of thinking. In his various trips to the past, the main character alters his present to varying degrees by...don't read this if you haven't seen the movie...

a) Preventing himself from appearing in a child porn
b) Killing his best friend's brother
c) Killing his best friend
d) Blowing his limbs off
e) Strangling himself in the womb

Wow. It's truly amazing how such minute and seemlingly unimportant details can so drastically affect the future! Way to cash in on a well-known idea and then completely ignore it. Ironically, the two relatively small changes he did make--burning himself with a cigarette and impaling his hands on two large spikes (which had no business being in an elementary school classroom)--apparently had no effect on the future whatsoever. And then there was the whole memory thing--part of the tension was that he could only make so many trips back in time, because upon each return a lifetime of memories would rush into his brain all at once, causing increasingly severe hemorrhaging--only, once they worked the hemorrhaging thing in, they ignored the whole "flood of memories" part. Every time he came back to the present he'd act all confused and have to figure out what had changed. What the hell? I'm so angry I could just go eat lunch.