I meant to do actual work tonight, but fell prey to exhaustion, and so the only reasonable thing to do was throw in So I Married An Axe Murderer. Still one of my favorite movies of all time. It's ridiculous in every particular. Almost as sublimely silly as Austin Powers.
Did I ever mention how I came to fall in love with Austin Powers? It was back in the days when I hated all things '60s. I swore I'd never watch Austin Powers because it looked stupid and was set in the '60s. However, at the time, I had friends who had selective hearing when it came to the word "no." They also failed to understand "absolutely not," "over my dead body," and "if you force me to go to this movie, I'll never speak to you again." I ended up being dragged into the local dollar theatre swearing revenge, and came out screaming "Yeah, baby!" and wondering where one could buy a feather boa late at night in Prescott, Arizona.
The next Valentine's Day, I had a small industry going at our workplace making Austin Powers bags for the Valentine's cards we handed around in some misguided attempt to make the workplace more fun. Well, what else can you do when you're staring at a brown paper bag but put on it "This is my bag, baby!" in red glitter.
Now I'm going to suffer through The Princess Diaries for no discernible reason, and then I'll be putting myself to bed with Connie Willis. It's not such a bad life.