I just caught about five minutes of Charlie’s Angels and had to turn off the TV. It may actually be the worst movie I’ve ever seen, but it was just too painful to watch the rest and be sure.

On a side note, I find that it’s damn hard to type when one has one’s lap filled with a cat who’s decided that *that’s* where he’s going to sit now, thank you very much. I am now typing over him. Literally. Sigh. I am so whipped.

Ok, I just turned the TV back on and I’m watching Lucy Liu in tight black leather. Maybe this movie has merit after all…