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was just going to go to bed but then i realized we just gained an hour, so i've got some time to kill.

made a very brief stop at happy hour yesterday, wasn't feeling it, came home and popped in suikoden 3 for a bit, not bad, growing on me fast.

then we went to the mods for adam/tim's party, it was alright. partied per usual, got home, and slept hard till about 1 today, guess i was making up for the past week or something.
then today was beautiful. showered, threw on my pajama pants and my soup kitchen shirt and assumed a position on the couch which i left for maybe 30 minutes total. played video games, watched simpsons, then later on adam katie joined me to watch beauty and the beast.

i didn't intend to watch it, but got sucked in. the early parts of the movie, where the beast is kind of bumbling around trying to get belle to join him to dinner, where he's trying to be gentlemanly and what not but just couldn't pull it off - well, it was at that moment that i realized that beauty and the beast would make an incredible sitcom. katie wasn't buying it, and adam brought up the old drama where the beast lived in a new york city sewer so i geuss he wasn't quite on the same page as i. it's your perfect odd couple. like will and grace, except for instead of a straight girl and a gay guy you have a straight girl and a 9 foot tall beast who is imprisoning the girl so she'll fall in love with him. it'd have to be more of a parody of a sitcom, where everything is really overdone and not subtle, for instance, let's say belle is in her bedroom and the beast goes up with lumiere to get her to come down to dinner and belle says no, then the beast roars and says "you will come down and eat or i'll kill you" and then belle would start crying or something and then the beast would look to the camera, give a big shrug and turn to lumiere and say "i just wanted her to taste the pork roast, cogsworth really outdid himself this evening" then lumiere would say "oh, master" and accidentally set the beast on fire and the beast would howl and run outside into the snow and then the laugh track would go off and it'd be commercial break.

funny how most of my ideas end up with someone being set on fire. i refer you to this entry where i layout the plot of the it's a wonderful life spin off movie starring george and clarence on a wild and wacky crime caper. i still think this is one of my best ideas ever.

also, back to beauty and the beast, while watching it, many sloppy things were noticed such as if every plate, fork, knife, cup, etc. in the place is enchanted, as shown in the be our guest production number, what the hell happens when the spell is lifted, they have to buy all new stuff? and there are frigging suits of armor with swords that have been enchanted, and yet at the end when the angry mob storms the castle, the furniture-people's main offense is doing stuff like tripping people with the dog footstool. this and more. but the one that really gets to me and i think adam is this. belle falls in love with the beast, it's sweet, the spell gets lifted because of this blah blah blah, tears shed, etc. however, she falls in love with the beast without knowing anything about the curse. meaning she thinks he's going to be a 10 foot tall, 500 pound, fanged, clawed, hairy beast his entire life. now stick with me here, knowing all this, she falls in love with him. as he's on his deathbed, moments before he turns into the prince (which she had no previous knowledge of) she says "it's ok, we're together now." meaning she was there with him in beast form, and she planned to live out the rest of her days with him, in his 500 pound hairy glory. Now it's great that she fell in love with the inner man, but when a real woman falls in love with the inner man, she still is going to be having sex with the outer man. you meet a fat guy, you fall in love with him because he's sweet, caring, rich, whatever, at the end of the day you're still going to bed with a fat guy. and the beast is much, much, much different than a fat guy. i'll tell you what that whole thing is, fucked up. i'm sorry mom, i know you want me to stop using that word, but there's just no other way to go about it. the tag line for the movie is "the most beautiful love story ever told," and i was with that to a certain point until i started thinking about it a little more closely and now it just makes me ill.

and that's all i got. guess i'll go to bed now.

also weird. it's saturday night at 2am. i'm here. i've been here. this wasn't really saturday night, that's the story i'm going to go with. not that i'm ashamed about not going out, it's just weird and unprecedented.