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Thoughts I had while watching Lost in La Mancha (the documentary about Terry Gilliam’s failed attempt to make a Don Quixote film in 2000) tonight:

• Man, I’m glad I dropped Film Production junior year of college. I’d hate to be stuck working in that industry.
• I didn’t know Terry Gilliam was American! I thought he was a Brit.
• Johnny Depp, while breathtakingly beautiful onscreen, looks like a disgusting dirty bum in real life. However, his ripped sleeveless shirt did allow me to verify the urban legend that he had his “Winona Forever” tattoo modified to read “Wino Forever” after they broke up. It’s clearly visible on his right shoulder.
• Johnny’s wife-to-be, Vanessa Paradis, is a diva who never turns up for appointments and looks like an alien. Seriously.
• Those giants rock.
• Horses, hail, floods, airplanes, injuries… This production was like the Book of Job.
• I really wish this movie had gotten made.

If it’s playing anywhere near you, I recommend you see it. It’ll be your only chance to see Johnny Depp yelling “F**k you!” to a fish.

There was a stupid anti-knitting troll in the Sydney Morning Herald today. I’m debating on sending in a response.

Hey, my sister‘s raised over 10% of her marathon fundraising goal! Congrats and keep it up, Aim. Thanks to everyone who’s contributed!

The Snook and I watched a fascinating documentary on the ABC last night called “The Anti-Fat Pill and the Bushmen”. It’s about the San tribesmen of the Kalahari Desert in Africa and this amazing “Hoodia” cactus they’ve cultivated for centuries. Their hunters would chew a bit before going out after game and they wouldn’t need to eat again for days! So naturally several companies have seized upon this discovery as the cure for our big fat gluttonous Western culture of obesity. They’re working towards developing it in a pill form right now. The documentary focused more on the tribesmen and their fight to share in the profits from the drug, but to be honest all I could think about was this miracle pill. The interviewer tried some and then wasn’t hungry for twenty hours! Sign me up! I want some now! No matter how much I exercise and no matter what foods I eat, I’m always hungry. This Hoodia thing could change. my. life.

Check it out! It’s my first computer (the Atari 800XL down at the bottom). Well, it wasn’t technically mine so much as my family’s. We had the cassette tape drive and everything. Can you find yours?

Co-Worker: Well, that person has obviously entered a fake name on their form. I’ve looked through the White Pages and there’s nobody in there by that name. I looked under “Bill”, and “B”, and “Billy”–
Me: Didja try “William”? *rolling eyes*
Co-Worker: Oh. *pause* Okay, well, there’s a name there, but that doesn’t mean…

Ebert answers the question: “Why do good guys in movies and on TV always use Macs, while the bad guys always use PCs?”

Just as I was starting to think my computer had spontaneously fixed itself, the display died again. I’m going to have to take it into the shop. Oh look, there’s that G5 commercial on TV again. Hmm… Oh yeah, that’d only be three months rent. Sheesh.

As I know John‘s been looking for a good eggplant recipe, I present to you Dr. Atkins’ Shortcut Moussaka. I’ve made this a couple times for the Snook and he likes it a lot. You don’t have to use ground lamb if you can’t find it; I’ve used plain old hamburger and it turns out well.

The Amazing Race is over and we have seen the end. My self-imposed Internet blackout is now over. (Aussies: Don’t read any further unless you want to be spoiled!)

As I said earlier, I didn’t have any serious problems with the final three teams. None of them were even remotely Flo-like. That said, my hope going into the last two episodes was that Chip and Reichen would pull it off, if only for the politics of having the gay couple be first. They’re not guys that I like a lot personally, but I thought it was more important for a gay team to win than a girl (this time). They were acting like such jerks in the Australian legs though that I completely reversed my opinion. I started cheering for David and Jeff. Sure, they’re dumb and boring, but it suddenly occurred to me that they’d never whined or bitched at each other or took out their frustrations on a service person. That’s the kind of behaviour the show should award. Of course, since I have a terrible track record at picking these things, as soon as I switched mental alliances the “Goats” made their fatal Sydney maneuver. Ouch, boys.

I’ve been thinking about what they did (taking the immediate flight to Sydney in the hopes of getting a good flight from there). I almost think I would’ve done the same. There’s always a risk in leaving the pack, but it just as easily could’ve given them a huge lead going to the finish line. It was a gamble I probably would’ve taken.

So Chip and Reichen made it. Good for them. I was really hoping for a kiss, though. (What’s up with that, CBS? They did it on Dawson’s.) It’s funny to think of a victory on a game show as being a civil rights achievement, but we’ll take what we can get, I guess. Good on ya, Chippendales.