Bullet points rule!
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We finished our second session of "wedding school." If there were actual grades given out, we'd probably have an A. Which really isn't surprising. We've been living as a married couple, more or less, for nine years. We sorted all this out long ago.
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Because we've long since mastered how to live with each other without either of us planning a murder, you'd think those two counseling sessions would take almost no time at all. There you'd be mistaken. Ben, the minister, is an Olympic champion talker. He has the magic ability to turn simple advice like "You should avoid taking a job working for relatives" into a 15 minute story about how he and his wife once managed a Dairy Queen for his daughter and son-in-law.
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I might have a short attention span. I have a really, really hard time listening to anything beyond the first two minutes of an "I once managed a Dairy Queen" story. "Oh look," I think. "Here's the cat! Here, kitty! By sheer force of will I will make you hop into my lap so I can pet you while I sort of listen."
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Bunny's favorite thing about Ben is the fact that he has quite a few, er… "non-standard" beliefs. He told us more than one story about his previous incarnations, like the one where he was a 17th century monk and the one where he was a woman fleeing the Great Flood with her children. That's the Noah's ark flood, which he survived.
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I'm not much for mushy-headed new age ideas. I mostly view them as a by-product of a people increasingly unsatisfied with old faiths and hungry for something to believe, something that still speaks to them. But I think it's amazingly cool that this minister holds some of those beliefs. That's not something you find often in a clergyman, and that's exactly why we chose him.
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Our ceremony will include a passage from the Book of Ruth and also a sonnet I suggested. Sweet.
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And in a bit completely unrelated to wedding things, The Bunny stayed home from work last night. I picked us up a copy of Pan's Labyrinth to watch together while we snuggled on the couch. What a fantastic movie! It was sad and frightening, hauntingly beautiful and… ok, I'm lying. I fell asleep and missed almost the whole thing. That's not a reflection on the movie, though. I saw the first half hour or so and really enjoyed it. Bunny tells me it was excellent. But when I'm a little tired and loafing on the couch, a foreign language film is like a lullaby. Zzzzz…
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This past weekend was a two movie weekend. Spider-Man 3 was very… meh. Sandman was by far the most compelling character, which is kind of off considering he's supposed to be the most minor character. And this whole tortured romance thing? Please stop. I'm ready for Mary Jane to get killed by a villain any time now.
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On the other hand, 28 Weeks Later was outstanding. Zombie movies don't get much better than the first five minutes of Weeks. There were a bunch of scenes that were predictable or unintentionally silly, but there were also scenes that were inventive and genuinely frightening. I challenge anyone to watch this movie in the theater and not be mesmerized by the second tube station scene. I want to see it again.
