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I'm completely messed up this week.  I'm still a little sick, I missed work on Monday so on one hand it only feels like Wednesday, but on the other work is a thing that sucks the life out of me so I feel like it should be June.  Makes for an interesting mental state.

A little further insight into that movie I watched yesterday.  There was this boxing scene that was pretty funny, but everything else not so much.  And I really REALLY didn't like the lady who was in it (Virginia Cherrill).  Plus, you know, there was that whole Charlie Chaplin thing.  Anyway, I have at this point seen two of his movies and I feel like that's enough for one lifetime.

Last Friday I saw He's Just Not That Into You and I will be seeing it again this Friday (to take into account the friend that was unavailable last Friday).  In a nutshell, I heart this movie.  If you like romantic comedies (and I swear to you after this I will take a break for at least the rest of February from talking about romantic comedies.  If for no other reason than my hands need a break from typing 'romantic comedy') you will like this movie.  If you like the book this was based on, you will like the movie.  If you keep an eye out you will see a cameo by the guy who co-wrote the book.

This reminds me of a story.  I read the book that inspired the movie a few years ago (this would have been sometime in 2004 I think).  I don't remember why I bought it, probably I read or heard something about it somewhere.  Anyway, I'm not usually a self-help book kind of person, but this sounded interesting enough that I purchased it.  And read it.  And laughed.  A lot.  It's a very common-sensy kind of book, but the way it's written is very funny and engaging.  After I finished it, I suggested it to a friend of mine who I thought would also enjoy it.  I believe I said something along the lines of "you should read this, it's HILARIOUS."  What I failed to anticipate was that she took it to mean I thought she needed the book's advice because she was a failure with men, causing her to get hugely offended and refuse to even consider cracking it open.  All my arguments as to why I thought she would enjoy the book were met with an increasingly icy tone saying, "I don't need that.  I know everything that book is going to tell me."  I was at a loss.  I felt bad about offending her, it was clearly not my intention.  However, since that day I am very nervous about suggesting any book of this nature to anyone for any reason lest they think I'm subconsciously trying to tell them something.  Yikes.

So the moral is, I'm not telling any of you to check this book out (or the movie for that matter now that I think about it - disregard up there where I said you'd like it.  I'm not implying anything about anyone.  Ever.), I'm just telling you that I read it (and saw it), I enjoyed it, I laughed a lot, and that you should do with that what you will.