the worst movie of all time

If you were thinking about seeing 10000 B.C., skip it. No, really. It's so bad that it's not even remarkably bad. It's so bad that it's not even funny. Well, except the part about the arrival of the prophesied hunter: "You speak to the spear-tooth?" And the dude with the nasty long fingernails covered in gold foil. That's it--those are really, really the only two parts of the movie that are memorably bad--the rest is just like low-grade headache: not really troublesome, hardly worth your awareness, just sort of present. No throbbing, stabbing aching pains, weird vertigo-ness--nothing to make you think of it later at all. But not enjoyable or worthwhile, either. A blight on your day.

Looking forward, though, I think spring break has promise. Drinks tonight, maybe some dancing or bowling, skiing in the morning, and an opportunity to catch up some school work. An invitation to see the bluegrass band Long Road Home in Cheyenne tomorrow night, which I'll probably pass on. The house to myself for a week, no roommate to be in the way of. Starting on a new coffee table project.