Popcorn Chase

Certainly was a movie marathon for me yesterday - it left me wondering at the end whether I was floating on the dead sea with a brooding Jewish sabra or running from vengeful vampires down darkened hallways with a hunky werewolf-demon hybrid. Either way, it's all good. Then again, dating a werewolf could be a domestic problem since all that shedding fur on my turkish rugs can't be good. Perhaps I could keep him leashed.

Okay. I need a moment for that image.

Instead I was munching popcorn in the cinemas while struggling to find a black-suited Kate Beckinsale slipping through equally pitch-black basements that lacked functioning electrical lamps for some reason. Half the time all I could see were her flashing fangs and blood flying all over the place. Dang. Should have brought my special vamp vision glasses instead. Gifted with far better sight than my own impaired eyeballs, nice guy Big Bicep Barry maintained the occasional sotto voce narration to keep me up to date.


Musing quietly...
However since the blood and gore onscreen ( and the dull generic horror plot ) didn't need my focused attention all that much - and you all know my endless obsession with multitasking, it left me some time to muse quietly in my seat.

1) What is it about cinemas that draw couples to the backrows to neck? Seriously, I know it's dark, it's comfy but hell, why there? It's bloody uncomfortable twisting in the seats, there isn't all that much space and there are people watching the movie barely a few feet away who don't actually want the movie spoilt with the sounds of smooching and licking off-camera. Get lost and grope at the local motel.

2) Grrr... after hitting the gym, he drinks mineral water and eats a corn ( I wouldn't dignify that morsel by calling it a kernel of popcorn ) and gets me a large tub of non-salted popcorn with soft drink. Is he trying to make me fat? :O

3) Everyone has their own weaknesses. Superman has his Kryptonite. Storm has her claustrophobia. Big Bicep Barry has his fried chicken with eleven herbs and spices. I shall get my revenge yet!!

4) God, I am presenting on NSAIDs in a week. Could anything be less interesting? Well, perhaps Kate's sad monochromatic wardrobe. Shows a lack of imagination.

5) Hey, Barry's cell is ringing again! Could it be that bosomy bitch Bountiful Betty? Perhaps I could accidentally spill the coke on the phone. Whoops, silly clumsy me.

6) Waitaminute, is that Handsome Hui behind me? Supposedly he once caught me at the cinema with a guy and kept it quiet for months so... Nah, he's at a course. It couldn't be. Could it?!

7) With all the upheavals in his life, I wonder how Charming Calvin is doing.

So you can imagine what I do when I'm online. I'm usually multitasking - drinking tea, typing my blog, checking out drug information, chatting, watching television and sometimes even talking on the phone. Still it left me a little confused at the end of Underworld. Too many sleek, sensual Goths running up the walls.

So confused - and possibly distracted that I had Big Bicep Barry lean over and whisper in my ear, "So would this be your bedtime story?"

I almost choked on a popcorn.