Dammit, I just had to hit the next blog button, didn't I?

And after I did that, this came up at the end of the most recent post:

It is an exciting time to be alive, there is much to resist and much to stand against. There is much work to be done.

Excited by standing against something?

Excited to fight?

Excited to fight for change?

Have I EVER thought like that?

Godalmighty I'm up late.

Late being a relative term, mind you.

I wouldn't be up this late if I hadn't started watching a movie called 100 Women. Or Girl Fever, as it is also known. Made by the same guy who did 100 Girls, which I've also seen. And they're pretty much the same movie, really. And both are decent.

See what happens when I stay up late without a coherent thought? The rambling begins.

Whatever. Mind's off track now. About a billion different tangents are running through it at the moment and trying to pick just one is like trying to decide what to use your first dollar of a million on. So many choices, how to pick just one.

Hm. Never thought of it like that before. You have a million dollars, how do you spend the first one? After that one is gone, you have plenty remaining to spend. And I'm sure after someone wins a lottery or just plain earns the damn money, they probably all think about the big things they're going to do with the money. Vacation....set up trust fund for the kids, make sure they go to college....maybe a new car...maybe a Rolls...after all you have money.

Do you think any of the millionaires, once they had their money, put in a huge pile and looked at one dollar and said "What does this dollar go to?"

Does it limit your choices? Does it make your choices infinite?

I bet Uncle Scrooge NEVER had this problem. But then he swam in his money. Never could figure out how you dive into a big pile of gold coins and not just go "ow". But then, I'm not a really rich duck.

Donald was always my favorite character, in case you absolutely could not sleep tonight without knowing that.

Maybe you could make this whole dollar thing a little harder by adding the condition that whatever you spent it on, it could be no more than a dollar....no less too. And to really make it fun, that includes tax.

You could buy two 50 cent Cokes. That's about all I can think of at the moment.

What if that was a condition to your million? Can't have the rest until you spend this one dollar. And you can't just buy two Cokes.

Or would you never spend it, because you could never decide how to start? Or just start that small.

You have it. You can buy big things. But you have to start small.

When I get on something like this, I wonder if I'm the first one to think of it. Or is someone thinking the same thing at the same time.

Either is possible.

I really should just go look for directions to Little Rock.

So I just watched Secretary.

Now, normally if you were to tell me Maggie Gyllenhaal (and yes I did have to cut and paste her name) were in a movie that probably involved more spanking that your average day care or slightly adventurous CSI episode, chances are I would be in the first row with a large tub of popcorn and a megasized Diet Coke. Just to see how the plot goes, honestly.

Ok, bad jokes aside, when I heard about this movie and the glowing praise being showered upon it, I figured I needed to see it. So when I stumbled across it on channel 20230844 on my digital cable, I considered myself blessed by the programming scheduling gods.

Now after having seen the movie, I'm a little...disappointed.

Don't get me wrong, I like a good love story as much as the next guy comfortable in his sexuality. And that's all the movie is, a love story. Wrapped in quite a different wrapper that an usual love story.

But it wasn't all I thought it would be. The movie just sort of bounces around until the big turning point (and look, I'm trying to be real nice and not spoil anything, in the off chance that you hit the Blogger random button, landed here, and haven't seen the flick yet. I don't think I could live with the fact of ruining a total stranger's potential enjoyment of a movie. Really.) and then it picks up some momentum.

But I'm sitting there thinking "Am I going to really be thankful for staying up late to watch this?" By the end I felt...I don't know, rewarded the word I'm looking for here? The resolution was ok.

But many people will focus on the S&M aspect, which really wasn't as major as I thought it would be.

Aw hell, I don't know what I want to say about this movie. Maggie's in it, she looks JUST like an old girlfriend it's scary, and she does a bang up job. Spader's a little too much at times, but he nails it in the end. (Oh, god, I may or may not have just made a really bad pun. It was unintentional, I promise. In fact, that entire paragraph may have just been...I shouldn't try to do this when I'm fighting to stay awake, should I?)

I'd say go watch it. Decide for yourself. Don't be quick to judge. It's all about love, really.

And spanking.