And now for the obligatory cheesecake moment...

Life hooked to a blackberry is about as glamorous as being permanently attached to an orange extension cord. Looks about as hip (pun intended) too these days. In DC, everyone's now trying to walk and type at the same time. I've even seen two people at a corner lunch table typing messages at each other rather than actually speak out loud face-to-face.



If you visit, beware the DC traffic -- my coworker has managed to figure out how to drive and type at the same time, I'm too scared to ask how that works... This is an odd result of the local law requiring that cell phone calls can only be made while driving if you use a wireless handset. She can't find her replacement earbud, for the replacement earbud -- so she e-mails instead. Bet the City Council never saw that one coming.



One of the few benefits of my electronic tether is Friday morning's movie e-mail from the New York Times. Its reviews I've found to be closer to my tastes than those from the Washington Post, and they have a wider selection of movies from which to salivate. This one message of the week is enough to make me jump from the bed -- thoughts of sitting in a stadium-style theater (a must because I'm short and seem to attract other patrons whose day jobs involve the NBA), big vat of popcorn in my lap, and one of those sodas in a cup that doubles as a hat if you feel the need for a disguise when the credits roll (was the movie THAT bad?).


And guess who was there this morning?


Well, slap me silly and call him cute (even if he is a blond.) The review of Casino Royale was encouraging also and did its darn best to rest all those rumors of movie star who couldn't drive a standard shift car (didn't know they had anything in England but standard shift cars...) and wore a rather silly looking life preserver (better safe than sorry, I think -- is there a future career here in water safety PSAs if the acting thing doesn't pan out?) to a movie shoot.

Sadly for me, the theater fare of the weekend is instead Flushed Away. Can't take the young one to the Casino just yet. But I suppose I'll survive listening to a rat with Hugh Jackman's voice coming out of it. I'll take what I can get!