divine angst

So, there’s not much on TV Saturday afternoons, so Mr. Angst and I are watching Air Force One. This movie, my friends, is a silly movie. It is very implausible and over the top. Gary Oldman spends all of his screen time chewing the scenery. Harrison Ford spends the entire movie playing President Han Solo. William H. Macy is criminally underused.

So those things contribute to the silliness of the movie. But the biggest reason this movie is silly is because it has five endings. FIVE. Things start going SUPER for President Solo and Team America, but then Team Russia gets smart. And then President Solo kills a bad guy. And then someone fires missiles at Air Force One. But someone on Team America gets in the way of the missile. And so on, and so on, and so on. And then the airplane makes a cartwheel into the ocean.

So, this movie is silly. But there’s nothing else on TV. So that’s what we’re watching. Sigh.

I had to get out of the house today.

I usually spend all day Saturday inside, watching TV and reading blogs and avoiding homework. But today, that was NOT going to fly. I wanted some fresh air and I wanted it TODAY. Granted, it’s cold right now, but it’s not insanely freezing, and my weather widget said it would just be cloudy. Mr. Angst and I headed out, then, to get some lunch and walk around the neighborhood.

So, OK, we felt some sprinkly wetness as we headed out, but figured it was just the humidity in the air. Within three blocks, though, it was genuinely snowing, little pellet-like pieces of snow. So we tucked into a little restaurant and had lunch, thinking we could wait out the weather. But no, while we were inside, the snow got fluffier and fluffier and fluffier–big cotton ball clumps of snow. Discouraged, we headed home.

And do you know what? Within a block of home, the snow had stopped and the sun was even peeking out.

The weather gods hate me.