If a butterfly flaps its wings in Hollywood, do people then find Ashton Kutcher attractive?

Fuzzy and I watched the director’s cut of The Butterfly Effect on DVD tonight. My initial reaction (other than disbelief that anyone could find the star appealing) was: interesting story, a bit predictable.

The premise should be obvious from the film’s title. Chaos theory married to time travel. Specifically, a boy has a history of blacking out whenever he experiences trauma. As he reaches adulthood, he learns how to recover the memories of those traumatic events, and further, how to revisit, and alter them. The bulk of the film shows the many different iterations of his life that are created, each based on another tiny factor, in his quest to have the perfect ending.

In truth, despite my distaste for him, Ashton Kutcher’s performance as Evan Treborn was credible – especially at his most psychotic. Amy Smart was engaging (in most iterations) as Kayleigh, and Elden Henson did a fabulous job as Lenny, playing the same character as both normal and insane. But the performance that impressed me most was that of William Lee Scott as Tommy Miller, who was equally creepy as a budding serial killer and a Christian fundamentalist.

All in all, The Butterfly Effect was enjoyable, if a little creepy. There was some violence that was deeply disturbing to me, but I’d still recommend it for a movie night. I’m not sure it would have been worth $9 to see it in a theater, though.

Despite staying up til three this morning, I was awake and out of bed at 8:00 AM, feeling energized and eager to face the day. I dressed quickly, and escorted the dogs, who made mad circles around my feet as I walked, to the back door. We were greeted by cold air, and colder rain, but that didn’t phase us. Well, it didn’t phase me or Cleo. Zorro stuck his nose out the door, saw his Chihuahua breath filling the air and fled back to bed.

Cleo raced around in the wetness for a while, while I puttered about the house. I prepped the coffee maker to have coffee ready for me at 9:30, popped upstairs to burn some kicky music to disc and do a quick search (unsuccessful) for non-ear-bud type headphones for the RIO, and then zipped on a windbreaker and pulled on a pair of gloves. I had energy and high-power tunes, and even the rain wasn’t going to prevent me from taking a walk.

Cleo opted to rejoin Zorro, and Fuzzy, in the bed, but that was fine with me because when she comes on walks I end up having major hip-pain from the force of her tugging. (Hard to believe the power 22 pounds of mutt is capable of exerting.)

So, I walked, nearly danced, for about forty minutes, in the light rain, returning home to find a warm house and hot COFFEE!!! (I haven’t had any in a week or two, so the capitals and exclamation points are obligatory). It’s so nice when technology works – the COFFEE!!! was the perfect temperature, and all I had to do was transfer it to a lighthouse mug, add milk and equal and bounce back up to my office. But the COFFEE!!! said that it was lonely, so we paused on the way, and I grabbed some yoghurt as well.

(An aside: I’m told that the ‘h’ in yoghurt is optional these days. I like the ‘h’. I think when you spell yoghurt with an ‘h’ it seems more, well, yoghurty.)

So, I’ve been bouncing and bopping around all day, sometimes listening to the radio, or cd’s, and sometimes listening to the soundtrack inside my head.

I pointed out to Fuzzy that it’s been almost a month since I last visited $tarbuck$, and he offered to pop over with me later this evening, but, tempted as I am, and as much as today, with the cold and the rain, and my mood, simply screams COFFEE!!!, I’m going to skip it.

Instead, later, I’m going to build a fire, and pop something interesting into the DVD player, and drag Fuzzy away from his computer for a few hours.

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll remember to set the timer so that tomorrow when I get up, I’ll be greeted by COFFEE!!!

Onesome: Light– Light chocolate or dark chocolate? …or no chocolate at all?

Dark, dark, dark. The darkest possible. My favorite thing about France was that every cup of espresso came with a tiny bit of chocolate noir – 70% cocoa dark chocolate. Bliss!

Twosome: or–Yeah, easy stuff this week Coffee with cream or black as night? Or maybe: colas or clear sodas? …or just water, thank you?

Coffee! Strong enough to kill a spoon, with milk (I don’t like the texture of cream), and two packets of Equal. Or, if I’m being completely sinful, a venti all-caramel syrup (no vanilla), extra-caramel (sauce) quad shot macchiato.

Threesome: Dark– Light-colored clothing or dark clothes? Which do you prefer to wear? Angel to goth, we’re curious?

I wear a lot of black, but I mix it with either vivid colors or icy pastels – jewels and sherbets, you know? I LIKE black. It goes with everything. But I’m not a goth, or anything.