times new roman sucks.

Saw Napoleon Dynamite today.  I walked into the theater knowing nothing more about it than Other wanted to see it - didn't know the plot or even who was in it.  It was a really fucking strange movie, strange in that way that you might realize 10 years from now that it is great, and it's not bad per se now, just really really strange.  Wow.  I do recommend seeing it, because, you know, it might be great. 

The other items in the cultural buffet I've set up for myself these days include Invisible Man, which I'm reading for the second time (for my master's exam), Queen Bees and Wannabes, which was a birthday present, as was Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticism, and, finally, Mary Thomas's Dictionary of Embroidery Stitches.  'Tis a strange mix.