Christmas Movies

My family celebrated Christmas last night. Today the Wolfling is with her dad and his family. I'm about to engage in a marathon of movie-watching.

My sister and her husband gave me season one of Bones as a belated birthday present. I've never seen the show, but she assures me that I'll love it.

My mother gave me the Bogart & Bacall collection on DVD -- and can you believe that I've never actually watched To Have and Have Not? I've also been in the mood for Casablanca recently.

I also have several DVD's from Netflix that I don't want to watch with Wolfling: Pan's Labyrinth, for one. (Although I may wait for _storyteller_ to come over to watch that one.)

I may also actually get out of the house and go see Charlie Wilson's War. I still need to see The Golden Compass, but can't do that without Wolfling.

_storyteller_, strandsofchaos and I saw National Treasure: Book of Secrets on Sunday afternoon. It was fun and worth seeing, but not as good as the first movie. The best part was Helen Mirren as Ben's mother, a peppery professor who blames her marriage to Patrick on "excitement, adrenaline, and too much tequila" during a treasure hunt.

Fear

Sometimes -- maybe even all the time -- the only truly effective way of dealing with fear is taking up one's sword and facing the fearful thing, prepared to look it in the eye and endure whatever consequences ensue.