Monday, September 26, 2005

The Spider-Man III Villains Confirmed

During an interview this weekend promoting Elizabethtown, Kirsten Dunst confirmed rumors to Zap2it that Thomas Haden Church will play Sandman and Topher Grace is Venom in director Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 3, opening in theaters on May 4, 2007.

I should probably turn in my Spider-Man fan card since I still haven't seen the second movie (I should recitfy this soon), but I love Venom to no end as a Spider-Man villain. I am trying to figure out how Eric Foreman from "That 70's Show" is going to pull this one off.

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Monday, September 12, 2005

Only 3 more weeks to go...

Last week was the peak week of my training. I did a total of 40 miles of running last week and 20 of that was done yesterday. Needless to say, my legs hurt and I am pretty tired today. Now, I just have a few weeks of progressively lighter running and then on October 2nd, I run the actual marathon. It will be interesting to do and I am very nervous about it, due to the fact that I just want to finish in a reasonable time without walking any of it (except the water stops). Hopefully, I will do fine.

I do fear what my body will feel like at the end, though, since my legs started to hurt badly immediately after I stopped running at the end of 20 miles yesterday. I need to pick up some of those running gels for the race, though, since I hear that at about mile 19 or so is when you want to suck one of those down to give you energy to finish. I definitely felt very spent and I hear those things instantly revitalize you, so I am sure that is what I will need to do the remaining 6 miles. I ran over 3/4 of a marathon yesterday, so I imagine sheer determination can get me through the remainder of it. Wish me luck.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Katrina sux

As many of you know, Jason's parents live in New Orleans, LA. We haven't a clue as to the condition of their home. It must consume their every thought - wondering if there is anything to go home to. And, furthermore if there is a house, are their belongings there? Are there photos of my kids and my husband's baby photos floating around the streets in front of gas stations amongst the filth? Or did some scum of a human being steal the many personal items that they've spent 50+ years accumlating. I wonder about everything from the beautiful grandfather clock that so majestically sits in their living room to the impressive collection of autographed Anne Rice books, down to the plastic rat my mother in law keeps on her monitor. What about the beautiful antique dresser in my husband's childhood room that I had hoped would belong to my kids one day. What about Jason's many trinkets and medals and trophies - the life he led before we met? Where are they?

This is an intensely personal tragedy and I am only feeling it third hand. My mother and father in law must be going out of their minds. I cannot begin to imagine how the uncertainty feels. How about my husband? How about imagining that your childhood home and all of its memories have been washed away in one fail swoop. Or perhaps even worse, they were stolen and are reduced to being pawned in some dirty pawnshop somewhere in the South. Or the wondering how the girl he had a crush on for some many years in high school survived. Or his high school bandmates and friends. The teachers, the neighbors... so many people to wonder and worry about.

I'm angry at Katrina. I'm angry at Mr. Bush. I'm angry at the powers that be. I'm just angry. More so, I'm sad. I was watching MSNBC last night and there was a sick child in her mother's arms near the convention center in downtown N.O. She was trying to rouse him - wake him but he was sweaty and listless. On the verge of dehydration. Will he survive? These kids, how will they make it? It certainly looked like a third world country down there. Misery everywhere. I've walked on those streets - many times. Usually in my youth, without a care in the world. Music filled the streets. The smell of food everywhere. Laughter, people rushing here or there. And now, misery. I am at a loss.