fine whine

We've had the cat now for a week, though we're still working on the pronouns issue. Half of the time I refer to her as a "she" and the other half as an "it" but neither is entirely correct. I fear that I am in fact still allergic to cats as occasionally I find myself sneezing violently for no other apparent reason, but Jessica's too attached to her already for me to send her packing (the cat, that is). Most of the time Yantar (Jessica calls her Ginny and I never really call her at all) sleeps somewhere nearby us, such as tonight when we were watching Ben Stiller's expose into the male fashion model world, Zoolander.

I didn't get it for me, despite being in the fashion business and knowing a couple male models, but for her. Jessica's a big Will Ferrell fan, and she responds better to modern nutty comedy than I do. For that matter, she like Ben's Meet the parents while I found it to be cringeworthy if not painful at times to watch the extent to which they will "embarrass" someone ostensibly for my entertainment. There are a few genuine laughs in the film, but I came away from it wanting to know two things: What was the song Owen Wilson kept cueing up instead of "Relax" at the end, and is Ben Stiller capable anymore of making a movie that doesn't have a whatever-off in it at some point? I don't look fondly upon the Starsky & Hutch movie (some would call it a travesty), and in particular the dance-off strikes me as something they're probably enjoying on screen and slapping each other on the back for thereafter while we just gape agog at it and hope it ends.

Kinda like the whole movie, you know? Boy, I just can't wait to watch Dodgeball. I bet that one's a real winner.