Well, it's Independence Day so I'm busting out my most vaguely patriotic (colorwise) user and ass pics. Then I'm heading off to celebrate the way our forefathers intended: eating some falafel, seeing a documentary about surfing, and then showing up at at party with my famous queso dip and the intention to get rather drunk. God bless America and have a happy 4th everybody....

After the past month of walking to work in the summer heat with no change in my weight, my body has suddenly decided to start tapping into the old fat reserves with a vengeance. I've lost five pounds since Monday. I wish my metabolism could give me some clue as to what I'm suddenly doing right. Is it the yummy vegan crispy chicken sandwiches? Is it the carrots? The cherries? The new brand of spring water at work?

This weekend K. and I watched And God Created Woman, the film which launched the career of sex kitten turned inciter of racial hatred Bridget Bardot. Written and directed by Roger Vadim (Barbarella), it tells a fairly sexist story of eighteen-year-old, erotically-charged, consistantly barefoot Juliette whose spoiled antics bring troubles aplenty to the handful of men tripping over each other to get what they want from her. While it had a few moments of palpable drama, the story operated mostly as an excuse to put the pouty Bardot in a series of sexy, pin-up girl poses and scenarios, culminating in her famous, erotic, tabletop mambo dance that drives at least one man mad.

Three days since I saw it and I'm still freaking out about the last episode of Doctor Who. Such a great cliffhanger, although I always worry the Russel T. Davies will trip up on the second part.

My theory: The faithful companion that will get its everlasting death is the TARDIS itself. In future seasons, the Doctor will travel through time and space by hopping on Dalek Caan's back and yelling "Emergency Temporal Shift!"

Saw Wanted this weekend and it was super fun. If you merged Fight Club, the Matrix and The Professional into one film, and then drained out some of the complexity, you'd get something like Wanted. A top notch, non-cerebral thrill ride.

It stars James McAvoy (Atonement) as a pathetic office drone who gets enlightened into becoming a sort of super assassin. Angelina Jolie (looking great as always) and Morgan Freeman turn in their usual high caliber work as his gurus. And Chris Pratt (Bright from Everwood) and Terrance Stamp (Zod from Superman II) have notable minor roles.

I've never seen any of director Timur Bekmambetov's other films, although I've heard very good things about the Nightwatch movies. The guy can sure do some killer, giddyifying action sequences.