Tonight Jon and I went to the movies. But not together. We went separately, in different cars, at different times, with different people, to different movies, at different theaters.

No, we aren’t mad at each other.

Jon decided to have a Guys Night Out, and they went to see the new Bond movie.

While me, my mom and her husband, and my sis went to see:

Transporter 3… which is about one-third as entertaining as the original Transporter. The plot? I’m still kinda scratching my head about: bad guy hires Frank (my boyfriend, Jason Statham) to drive a “package” (which is the token hot chick in the movie) all over the European continent until finally arriving at the final destination for the “delivery”. And who is waiting to pick up the package? None other than the bad guy himself.

Umm, what? Bad guy, why didn’t you just get on a jet with her and take a two hour flight to get to where you needed to be with the chick at the end of the movie?

Oh… because then there wouldn’t have been a movie. A movie showcasing this:

Lots of fight scenes with Jason with his shirt off! And while the bare-chested fight scenes weren’t quite as awesome as the bare-chested oily fight scene in the original movie, well, I wasn’t complaining.

And he had the usual sweet black Audi, which he managed to manuver on two wheels between two big rigs during this latest enstallment. And amazingly this did nothing to mess up his alignment, because he still drove crazy good afterward.

And there was of course a hot damsel in distress. Who had a hard time delivering lines in English; very reminiscent of the first Transporter. And Luc Besson (while I would never, ever ask him to stop making these awesome movies) writes romantic dialog about as well as George Lucas in the Star Wars movies. And at one point the damsel in distress held Jason’s car keys hostage until he agreed to do a strip tease for her. At which point my sister leaned over to me and whispered, “He can take out a group of 12 huge guys, but he can’t get a set of keys from one skinny girl?” And then I punched her for ruining it for me.

But bad acting and nonsensical situations aside, Jason did what he does best. He was very creative with the beating up and killing of people. Like here, when he used a falling helmet from the overhead compartment as a weapon, in lieu of a gun.

So to recap:

Lots of fast cars.

Lots of bare chests.

Lots of fighting.

And wait… did I mention bare chests?

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So, you know how I told you that I was distracted from NaNoWriMo by a shiny contest? And I entered my post about pumpkin pie and World of Warcraft? (Two things, strangely enough, that are rarely written about at the same time.)

Well…

I won!

Well, me and one other person. The judge couldn’t decide between our two posts. Because one was funny, and one was serious and heartfelt. So, y’know, apples and oranges.  (And mine wasn’t considered the “heartfelt” one, in case you didn’t catch that. Although I was completely serious about all of the events chronicled in my post.)

So we are splitting the grand prize! I am now the happy recipient of 6 months’ worth of yummy-smelling Suave products. I’m not sure exactly how much “6 months’ worth” actually is, but I’m stoked to find out! And with any luck at all, something in there will smell like pumpkin or nutmeg or something.

But now, back to NaNoWriMo. Have you been lookin’ at my word counter over there? I’m over 13,000 words so far.

My secret? I draw my writing stamina and strength from pie. And I’m thinking that having nice smelling hair can’t hurt, either.