…I’ve amassed mountains of take-out containers, watched Alien and Alphaville, swam (and re-swam) the treacherous waters of the first time middle-manager, and stayed up far past my bedtime. I’m just grateful that I haven’t faced the inevitable malaise and bachelorpad-itus that usually comes with an empty house.

I miss the missus.

In other news, The Descent sacred my f*cking pants off. At one point in the movie, before the albino cannibal creatures start eating our spelunking band of BFF’s, one woman gets stuck in a cave-in and I seriously asked myself if maybe I’d made a mistake seeing this movie. Who knew I have a terrible fear of confined spaces? Anyway, if you like scary, gory B-movies you could do a lot worse. Fans of Romero-esque entrail munching are in for a…er…treat.

Speaking of a lot worse, X-Men 3 finally made it to the discount theater. While much of it was fun, in a big superhero slugfest kind of way, the final scenes made the comic nerd in me want to scream. Under no circumstances should Wolverine ever be given the line “Way to go, furball.” Blech.

Finally, don’t listen to her false bravado, Goose Girl had to be peeled off the vaulted ceiling at the Meridian after watching the afore mentioned horror movie. Nice try, you big chicken.