Monday arrives again. Yay. It was a productive weekend for me in many regards—washed the car, hung some pictures that have been sitting around for months, walked around for a while on Sunday afternoon. I even saw a movie yesterday, Master and Commander, which I enjoyed. Not a deep movie, but extremely well done. You really get involved in the storyline. Get those French bastards! Heh (you know I am kidding, right?). I know they changed the plot from the original O’Brian novels. I have heard all the arguments from book purists, as if they are still constantly surprised that Hollywood would dare change the plot of a book for the movie. Come on people, its Hollywood! Give me a fucking break. I would not even be surprised if they made a movie of Anne Frank’s diaries where she survives the war and even gets revenge on Nazis. Hollywood exists to entertain first and foremost. That is not to say that some movies have a larger purpose. I didn’t realize the extreme effects of drugs and alcohol until I saw Dude, Where’s My Car. But remember that it was movies with Shirley Temple and the like during the depression that helped alleviate a little the burdens of life. That’s powerful and not a bad thing either. Back to the subject at hand, I liked Master and Commander. For two hours on Sunday, I forgot that I had to come back to work on Monday and I had to remember to do my taxes (which is a whole other post) and pay the bills. Instead, I watched some rather attractive men run around on a ship and bond (not in a dirty way dammit) for a while. Good times.