confessions

1. I'm embarrassed to admit that I only just now got around to seeing Napoleon Dynamite, which was like the cult film of 2004. If you miss the boat on something like that, there's really no going back, and then you feel like an idiot when you bring it up in conversation. Yo, like, vote for Pedro! Tina, come get some ham!
Pathetic.
2. I'm less embarrassed to admit that the BF and I caught Little Miss Sunshine, easily the cutest little comedy of the year, even if we were somewhat late seeing it. Oddly enough, the film reminded me of Napoleon Dynamite. Misfit families, attention to nerdly losers, big dance sequence at the end. Discuss.
3. I'm embarrassed to admit that I've gotten sucked into the new season of "Survivor." Also known as Racist Island. It's just too rich to ignore. Have you seen the show? The black folks are an absolute wreck, cracking jokes about low-income housing when they built their hut, barely able to put their boat together. The Asian team, meanwhile, poked fun at themselves for being lightweights and able to row faster, while the white team is, like, so lame. This show is clearly setting race relations back by years, but what a ride.
4. I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm a slave for the new Justin Timberlake song, "SexyBack," even though I think it's already worn out its welcome. The album itself is a bit of a snore.
5. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I have mixed feelings about the new Scissor Sisters CD, which I think will prove to be polarizing. The first single, "I Don't Feel Like Dancing," makes me want to attempt questionable booty-shake moves in crowded E-Vill bars, but the rest of the disc is just weird. Maybe it'll grow on me.