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We finally saw CASINO ROYALE. First movie since the baby was born ten and a half months ago. We saw with our EYES at a MOVIE THEATER with POPCORN. !

Man, that was the movie to see. If we're only going to see one movie a year, we chose well. Because it's five movies worth of good. I actually wept. Twice. At a James Bond movie.

God, I love seeing movies. I love coming out of the theater with my senses heightened. I love that feeling where you're walking around after the movie and you feel light on your feet and keen and aware and panther-like. You see better, hear better. We stopped at the Barnes and Noble after the movie, and I was gliding through the store like a secret agent, clocking the place from the down escalator. Man in a hat in the computer books section....I have my eye on you if you pull something funny. Lady in the black crocheted sweater over in reference....wait, she's one of ours. It's like I swallowed James Bond in the theater and he was looking out of my eyes. I love that strange thing that happens. The residue.

Can't wait for next year when we see another one.

Turning to hair news, I got a haircut from the same lady who gave me the cut I loved so much the last time.

Not so much.

She said to me, "I don't like cutting bangs. They didn't really teach us very much about that at the school." She said it to me while she was cutting my bangs. Um, hey. That's, hey. Thank you for confiding in me. What a compliment.

I had been telling her earlier how much I loved my last haircut and she was like, "They don't all love 'em! This one lady, she told me that she likes her bangs [!] like this...and I cut them like that [the opposite way]...and at the end of the haircut I asked how she like it and she was like, oh, it's fine...so you know that's never good." Yeah, that's not too good. To do the opposite thing from what your client desires. That is weirdly not good for business a little, isn't it.

And while my hair was wet, I thought it was looking all right. So while she was cutting it, I said, "I can tell that this is going to be good," and she was like, "Oh really?" and then just suddenly put down her scissors. Like that was it. The haircut was over. And hey, what do I know? I didn't know if there was more to do to make it look good! I didn't know until it was too late.

It's wack. The bangs are way too short, the sides are stupid and squared-off against my face in a hostile manner. I look like...okay, I don't look exactly like Frankenstein, but I could go to a Frankenstein family reunion and be in a big group photo off to the right somewhere, and I could reasonably pass as a distant cousin.

The search continues.