I've resorted to blogging about television?

There was nothing on tv last night.  I had recorded a few episodes of "Monk," but when I started watching them (under a fleece blanket, frozen albaloo in tow, might I add) I realized I had watched them all in the last few days.  What?  How did this happen?  I never watch television...oh yeah, maybe because I've been stuck in the house for a couple of days with absolutely nothing to do.

Oh yeah. 

So.  No, "Monk," huh?  Too bad.  While Adrian Monk makes some people nervous, I'm calmed by his idiosyncratic behavior; his meticulous dealings and wheelings intrigue me and leave me asking why we all can't use that sort of precision in our lives--in every aspect, really.  Even if he takes it to a strange, abnormal, he soothes my mind. 

I started flipping through the channels.  Nothing.  We have almost 400 channels available, and yet, there was nothing that caught my eye.  Mom came back, we watched jeopardy.  We got one answer right.  Did we?  I think last night we missed all of them.  Too bad I erased it from our DVR, tonight we could have watched it over and pretended we knew all the answers...what? 

I went through the channels again and again.  Starting from 400 and working my way down.  I landed on the movie, "Chapter 27," and after protests from my mom and Salma were overruled by my resilience, we kept watching.  It was almost done anyways.  

Brief synopsis?  Sure, I think one is in order.  

Jared Leto plays John Lennon's murderer, Mark David Chapman, a schizophrenic fellow who becomes obsessed with "The Catcher in the Rye," and goes to New York City to kill Lennon, who he thinks is a "phony." 

The movie is creepy.  Apart from Lindsay Lohan having an arbitrary role in the film and different voices constantly telling him what to do, there's the unsettling foreshadowing--we all know what's going to happen at the end.  The question is, what drives him to that point?  What is actually going on through his head?  

Random encounters trigger different emotions.  In the end, Chapman has one goal.  Kill John Lennon.  

My mom asks me why I like these disturbing shows and movies.  I don't know.  My curiosity grabs me and I just have to know what happens.  Who done it? 

Also, when I hear schizophrenic, my ears perk up.  I start to pay attention.  

Pourquoi?  Parce que je suis étrange.  

I dont know.  It all started with, "A Beautiful Mind."  Man, that move played with my head.  I went through a period of time when I thought that everything I did or saw was an ILLLUUUSSIIOOONNN (not a magic trick).  Nothing was real. 

Sometimes I still have the yearning to ask Salma if people we see actually exist, or if my mind is making them up. 

Salma hates it that I make comments on the people we see running or waling down the street.  She always says, "Ranna, stop judging them," 

And then I say, "Whaat??  I'm only making observations.  Completely different." 

Deep within my mind, I'm so relieved that she saw the same thing that I saw. 

I talk to myself too much.