Somebody get insurance, to take good care of me

Karli got me Action Pact and Pretty Together for Christmas. What a gal! I feel so bad that I didn't know so I did not get her anything. Christmas always brings up these kinds of issues. I don't really know who to get gifts for. I just thank the gods that Nads handles all of her family's gifting. I pondered getting gifts for my lackeys, but I don't really know what they like... except David likes chess, Peter likes hockey/football, and... maybe I should get Muhammad something to do with software development? All I know is that I wouldn't feel right giving any of them anything unless I can give them all something.

I'm pretty excited about giving gifts to the gang, though. As usual I am ultra paranoid that they won't like it. Except Mark. I'm positive he'll like his present.... oh, and Chris too.

I think my connection with Nads is deepening.

On an unrelated note, we watched three movies this weekend: Memoirs of a Geisha, City Hunter, and 40-Year Old Virgin. MoaG wasn't as terrible as expected, but it was still pretty horrible. The more I think about it, the more I dislike it. I mean, who cares what happens to the protagonist? She was not a good person, and the only reason we were supposed to root for her was because she had a hard childhood? Please. I did like the wily, greedy Mother though. I think the acting was good, but I was constantly distracted by the fact that the film was not in Japanese. City Hunter was a little better, and they did manage to recreate a wacky anime feel, but overall it was just a bit too much consecutive silliness. The Street Fighter 2 part of the movie was amusing though. The 40-Year Old Virgin was mildly amusing. There were bits of clever dialogue here and there, but if you haven't seen it you're not missing much. It's pretty much your standard romance/comedy: protagonist has an embarassing secret that he's not sure his object of affection will accept, lets it insidiously ruin the perfect relationship, and then reveals it for happily ever after. I will give it credit, though: I have never seen such accurate portrayals of boners in a feature length film.