Tuesday tings.

Went to see The Artist, which was a very entertaining, feel good movie.

Much like subtitled films, after a few minutes of adjustment, you just forget it's a silent film and go with the story.

Yep, everyone in the theater was in the older age group. No good reason for that, I think. Young people would like this movie too, if they gave it a chance.

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My sleep disruptions seem to have faded away over the last month or so.
Getting to bed at around 12:30, getting up 7 to 8 hours later without interruptions.

Which is nice. Hope the time changeover won't change things.

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Three media things. Why the hell does The Vow make 41 million on its first weekend, and The Artist has only made 20 million on its entire run? There's no justice, I tell you. (Same reaction I had to Hugo not making money.)

Was all ready not to like Adele, call her the flavor of the moment, then watched her on 60 Minutes and the Grammys's, and damn if she isn't as cute as can be. And the fact that she wrote her own songs and that I'm so very sick of trilling, scatting divas, that someone just standing there belting out a heartfelt song is entirely refreshing.

Downton Abbey redeemed itself big time last night. Oh, the drama! Just kept going and going (was expecting an hour episode.) I mean, they really packed it in, but I enjoyed it.

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Poor Tiger. He had that shell shocked look after Mickelson's win, the same look he used to give his opponents. It really does seem to be a crisis of confidence.

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