Sunday, Mar. 16, 2003
Dear Diary:

We were scrolling through the program listings for the satellite last night when "Presumed Innocent" showed up. This being a Harrison Ford movie, and Harrison having been My Personal Lust Object for oh, I don't know, the last two centuries or so, I immediately announced I wanted to see it.

The eye rolling and grumbling began almost instantly. The spousal unit pointed out that we have probably watched that movie at least five or six times. He said watching a thriller where you have memorized every plot twist is fairly stupid.

I know. I am as incredulous about this blasphemy as you are. I gave him my patented, "And Your Point Would Be?" look, conveying in a glance that it is impossible to see a Harrison Ford movie too many times.

Still, marriage is all about compromises. And planning. And diplomacy.

I opened with a move that showed my planning skills. "I let you choose that crappy Sandra Bullock movie," I mentioned. I would, of course, be speaking of the movie "28 Days" which was on the other night. The satellite review gave it two stars which was, in my humble opinion, one star too many. However, the spousal unit is currently crushing on Ms. Bullock and so I agreed to watch it.

He countered with the observation that not only was it a barely watchable movie, heck, there wasn't even a swimsuit scene. (The swimsuit scenes in "Miss Congeniality" put it firmly in the spousal unit's current top ten.)

Oh, I could have said something snippy about choosing Personal Lust Objects Who Cannot Choose Decent Movies and Perhaps Have Very Little Talent, but I didn't. See? See the diplomacy? Instead I rolled my eyes to let him know that the presence or absence of flesh in movies starring Personal Lust Objects was irrelevant to this discussion.

Completely irrelevant.

I mean, that seduction scene in Presumed Innocent that involves a desk, a woman, and Harrison with his trou down around his ankles? It Never Crossed My Mind while I was deciding whether or not I wanted to see this movie again.

No. Really. I mean it.

.:cough:.

The upshot?

We watched Presumed Innocent.

Compromise, planning and diplomacy.

Two out of three ain't bad, eh?

--Marn

P.S.--The Faboo Mangus one of my partners in crime over at 12% Beer has added a tee shirt design to the Wangitude project, which will culminate during the spousal unit's 50th birthday on April 25.

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P.P.S.--I would like to congratulate Alicia of Supposedly Sane for winning the Diarist.net award for Best Account of a Public or News Event. She wrote wonderfully and deserved to win. Thanks to whoever nominated and voted for me in that category. I was truly touched.

Mileage on the Marnometer: 144.23 miles (232 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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