


Okay, just two at the moment:
One, I wish I had seen Brokeback Mountain at the theater when it came out instead of waiting until last weekend and watching it at 3 o’clock in the morning on HBO. Why? Because after seeing all of the spoofs of the movie – and Jake Gyllenhal’s opening bit on Saturday Night Live where he sang “And I Am Telling You” from Dreamgirls (very convincingly – it was hilarious) – it was really hard to watch it without all of that noise going on in my head. I think if I’d seen it at the theater, I would have found it to be a well-done, sweet movie. At 3 a.m. on Sunday morning, it was just mildly entertaining and the score just called up bits and pieces of various Brokeback spoofs. But Ang Lee, I love you still.
Two, I wish I’d known that the protein drink I had for breakfast was going to leave a vitamin aftertaste in my mouth for five hours and that the empty bottle in my trash can under my desk was going to reek so much I want to wear a face mask. Tricking myself into eating breakfast = good. Suffering through gross protein aftertaste = bad.
That is all.