Bonnie’s Rating: A big, fat “Hunh?”

Watched Chicago last night. Wanted to like it. Stayed through to the end. Now asking self: “Why was this such a hit?”

I don’t get it. I must be one of the unwashed masses, a rube resting on the lowest rungs of the cultural ladder, a baked potato in the low-carb movie equivalent of fillet mignon. Maybe I should give up right now— go lie down in front of an oncoming Hollywood catering truck or something, because it’s all over for me.

Hubby should enjoy the movie, though, mainly because it’s got loads of luscious female jiggling. Jiggle here, jiggle there, from bazoombas to bohuneys — you name it, everything is jiggling wonderfully in a cellulite-free sort of way. Which would make it a totally motivating workout movie if it weren’t so boring that I ate an entire bowl of buttered popcorn just to stay awake.

And all that jiggling is fine for Hubby, but what about me? No male jiggling at all! Or at least, not enough for me to put aside the popcorn. Time to start protesting for equal rights again.

I guess the music was okay, although nothing stood out as a tune I could wash the dog by.

The Best Part of the Whole Movie: Lucy Liu. And alas, she disappears almost as soon as she arrives.

What a blast this would be. That Matthew Baldwin guy sure knows how to have fun.

(Read the rest of “I Wanna Be a Player”)

I had an interesting conversation with Squirt recently.

ME: You better change your shirt. And when was the last time you washed your hair? Can you get a comb through that? Holy cow, you’re actually going to go out looking like that?

TEEN: (rolling eyes) Jeez, Mom! Have another sip of the hatorade!

(Read the rest of “Teen Slang Isn’t That Cool Anymore”)

I own a dual USB iBook G3/900 that tends to fry logic boards as efficiently as McDonald’s fries taters.

I bought my iBook back in February 2004. The logic board died in November, and Apple replaced it. That logic board died in February, and Apple replaced it. The third logic board died in May and Apple replaced it AGAIN. If I were a logic board on a shelf at Apple and saw a DHL box coming at me with a mailing label made out to Bonnie Wren, I think I’d have a nervous breakdown.

(Read the rest of “Fried Logic Boards and Wishful Thinking”)

Update 9/8/07: Here’s a great article on the state of K-12 math education in the U.S. and how any constructive debate on math instruction gets squelched by politics.

Last year Hubby and I attended a math orientation to learn about the differences between two types of math instruction offered at our local high school: CPM (College Preparatory Math) vs. “traditional” math.

They passed out a flier which I have transcribed below. I’ve also added my initial, uninformed, I-Was-An-English-Major opinion:

(Read the rest of “CPM Math vs. Traditional Math”)

Maybe I need an intervention or something. For some reason I feel strangely drawn to stuff like this lately.

The Hand-Raiser

You are 57% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.

You are the Hand-Raiser, that annoying kid in class who always had an answer for everything. No doubt, as a child you probably sat in the front of the class, anxiously waving your hand back and forth in the air while your teacher desperately tried to avoid calling on you because you were the ONLY effing kid that answered her questions.

(Read the rest of “So Tell Me Something I Don’t Know”)

Pearls of time management from author and MacMerc contributing editor Brian Burnham.

Most of your time is lost during unstructured time. While we all need ‘down time’ to recharge, open ranges of free time can quickly go to waste on unproductive activities.

(Read the rest of “Unstructured Gallavanting”)

I’m kidding.

Rowling has set Snape up to be the biggest, most misunderstood hero in the history of literature. I imagine a final scene in Book 7 where Snape is at last vindicated, when Harry realizes all he has done to protect him despite everyone’s efforts to bring him down.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is a very good book, worth the wait, but a little lighter in detail than previous installments. I think my favorite books are still The Prisoner of Azkaban and The Goblet of Fire.

Some observations:

(Read the rest of “Snape: “Harry, I am your father.””)

Toyville is a wickedly racy romp through the plastic mind of Nick Robinson (alter ego: Miskatonick Nick).

My favorite story: Toyville 2: A Tale Too Far. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look Barbie in the eye again.

Too much fun. Real science fiction writers take an online quiz entitled “Which Science Fiction Writer Are You?” and discuss the results.

Heh! I feel like a kid listening in on the grown-ups as they down their gins and tonic.

I haven’t written any science fiction but I took the test as a fan. I am:

E.E. “Doc” Smith

The inventor of space opera. His purple space war tales remain well-read generations later.

Which science fiction writer are you?