I finally saw White Oleander this weekend (after finally finishing the book a few months ago). I think I'm developing a little thing for Patrick Fugit--not however, like this person. I have standards, people.

I also saw the first part of Children of Dune last night. My roommate watched with me, lured by the promise of Susan Sarandon. Her final determinatiion (after a valiant hour of watching): "I'm not smart enough for sci-fi." Suspension of disbelief can be hard for some people. It's okay.

And yes, I basically sat on my ass all weekend and stared vacantly at the TV. You got a problem with that?