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What movies do you have memorized? Bonus points for sharing your favorite quote.
Submitted by Andymatic.

 Ooooh, there are several movies I've memorized. Allow me to list a few in order of favorites:

Heathers

Heathers. How can you not love this movie? I know every line in from "Damn. It's your turn, Heather" to "So would I." (For those not familiar with the script, those are the first and last lines of the movie. I'm a nerd, I know.) As for favorite quotes, there are far too many, but I'll do my best. (Apologies if I offend anyone by leaving out a choice quote. There really are far too many to list, you know.)

• "The note'll give her shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks."
• "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?"
• "Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so '87."
• "You were a Blue Bird. You were a Brownie. You were a Girl Scout cookie. I got you into a Remington party, and what's my thanks? It's on a hallway carpet! I got paid in puke!"
• "Tomorrow I'll be kissing her aerobicized ass, but tonight, let me dream of a world without Heather - a world where I am free."
• "I die knowing no one knew the real me."
• "We should revel in this revealing moment!"
• "I am so thrilled to finally have an example of the profound sensitivity of which the human animal is capable."
• "My son's gay and I love him. I love my dead gay son!"
• "If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being. You'd be a game show host."
• "I don't patronize bunny rabbits!"
• "You think you're a rebel? You actually think you're a rebel? You're not a rebel. You're fucking psychotic!"
• "You just don't get it, do you? This society nods its head at any horror the American teenager can think to bring upon itself!"
• "We'll all miss Sherwood's little Eskimo. Let's just hope she's rubbing noses with Jesus!"
• "God, Veronica, my afterlife is so boring. If I have to sing Kumbaya one more time..."
• "The only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven."

The Original Star Wars Trilogy. I'm a child of the '80s. And a nerd. I think having these movies memorized is kind of a given. And do I really need to provide quotes? Aren't there, like, thousands of other blogs and sites that provide quotes? Of course, in the event it's doubted that I've memorized these movies, allow me to offer the following:

• "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan."
• "Governor Tarkin. I should have known it was you holding Vader's leash. I thought I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
• "Looking for someone? Found someone you have!"
• "It's against my programming to impersonate a deity."
• "I am a Jedi, like my father before me."

Here are some others:

Some Kind of Wonderful. This is another great movie with too many awesome lines to list, but I'll do my best:

• "She runs with the rich and the beautiful, which is guilt by association."
• "Ease up, Dad. Any fool can get into college. Only a precious few may say the same about Amanda Jones. Am I wrong?"
• "You break his heart, I'll break your face."

Ferris Bueller's Day Off. What an awesome movie! I first saw this with my sister and one of her friends when I was in 6th grade. My parents were concerned that the main character was a bad influence, but it's not like I ever played hooky. Not that I could, mind you. I went to a private school where they took attendance before every class. Anyway, the movie is full of great exchanges and even better deliveries. The early exchange between Jennifer Grey and Charlie Sheen is by far one of my favorites. But if I must quote a line, I offer the following:

"A person should not believe in -isms. I quote John Lennon. I don't believe in Beatles; I just believe in me. A good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus, but I'd still have to bum a ride off of someone."

Sixteen Candles. I love this movie!

• "I mean, I've had men love me before, but not for six months in a row."
• "Just as long as my beautiful boy remembers that marrying this one means he's out of the Girl of the Month club!"
• "You don't spell it, son. You eat it!"
• "I don't believe this. He's here for five hours and he's got someone. I live here my whole life and I'm like a disease."

And, last, what is a childhood of the '80s without Pretty in Pink? This is another great dialogue movie; James Spader is awesome as the popular bad guy, but Jon Cryer's Duckie is so choice. You can't help but love him! I offer the following great lines:

• "You know, every time you use the john, you lose IQ points."
• "It's called a sense of humor. You should get one. They're nice."
• "Blaine? His name is Blaine? My God, that's a major appliance, it's not a name!"
• "This is an incredibly romantic moment and you're ruining it for me!"

[sigh]

I think that's enough childhood and adolescent flashbacks for today.

In an effort to get The Boy to eat, I introduced him to that wonderful contraption known as The Fork. And he loved it. Mind you, it's a kid's fork (from IKEA, like my grown-up flatware, so it's all matchy-matchy), but a fork nonetheless. Last night, he thoroughly enjoyed stabbing his chicken nugget pieces and getting them into his mouth. No mastery of the spoon, of course, but he digs using the fork.

He also had his very first taste of ketchup yesterday at lunch. Chris grilled some burgers (including a smaller burger meant for The Boy), and he eagerly devoured most of his hamburger patty before practically inhaling the half-bun I later offered. (I have a tendency to feed him the same way I eat, which is one food at a time. Eventually, he'll learn that the patty and bun can - and should - be consumed together, but for now, this is a much easier way to do things.)

I also noticed this morning that he's good about covering his mouth when he coughs. I'm not certain if this is entirely on purpose; it's not like I've been instructing him to cover his mouth, but he was consistent about putting his hands to his mouth before coughing.

His latest antic is waving goodbye (and sometimes saying "Bye!") as he leaves a room. He did this several times yesterday while Chris and I were hanging out in the family room. He would get up and make his way to the kitchen, waving goodbye to us. More than once, one of us asked where he was going, and then he'd laugh and take off as quickly as his little feet could carry him.

Our friends marveled this past weekend at how quickly he moves. If you're not vigilant, it's easy to lose track of him. Let's just say I won't be taking him to the mall sans stroller for a long, long time!

Before 8 o'clock this morning, I changed my clothes twice (not including pajamas). Yes, that's right - I'm in my third outfit of the day.

My sweet little boy decided to throw applesauce at me at breakfast as his way of letting me know that his teeth hurt. After a stern "We do not throw things at Mommy", he started crying and promptly finished his applesauce. Once he was done with breakfast, I changed my clothes.

While I did that, I let him play for a while. Before long he came to me, arms open and a big grin on his face... and a certain odor emanating from his rear. I hugged him tightly, then put him down to change his diaper. (After all, I had no intention of letting him sit in a dirty diaper for any length of time.) He put up a good fight, but I succeeded in getting his diaper off... only to have him reach over and throw it (and all its contents) at me. This resulted in another stern "We do not throw things, especially at Mommy!" and a hasty cleaning and rediapering from me and a few additional water works from The Boy.

Let's just say I've never been so happy to drop him off at school and come to work.

And two more on the way. It turns out, The Boy was waking up in the middle of the night with teething pains. This would also explain why he would put both hands in his mouth, his pudgy little fingers pressing down on his bottom gums as he tried to relieve some of the pressure. It's the canines this time. It figures; we breezed through his first molars and his upper canines, so why shouldn't he torment us with the lower ones?

So, he's back on Tylenol before bedtime. It worked marvelously last night; he didn't wake until just after 6 this morning and I was able to get a (relatively) good night's sleep. I kept having weird dreams.

It's so weird to think that just a year ago, he didn't have any teeth, and that he'll have half of his teeth in just a few short weeks. Isn't that crazy? I mean, I know he'll start losing his baby teeth in a few years and all, but almost half of his teeth are in!

[sigh] He's growing up too fast.

If you could take a class right now and learn anything in the world, what class would you take?

Sewing.

Or Photography, but since I already took photography classes in college, I really do want to learn to sew.

Show us a music video that tells a great story.
Submitted by notreallylois.

One of the funniest songs ever that would be deemed inappropriate these days.

I miss the '80s. Back then, people had a sense of humor.

I really like my Classic Rock station on Pandora, but for some weird reason every other song is a break-up song! Check it:

• "Second Chance" by .38 Special
• "Lyin' Eyes" by the Eagles
• "Bringin' on the Heartbreak" by Def Leppard
• "Alone" by Heart (okay, not a breakup song, but not exactly upbeat, either)
• "Black" by Pearl Jam (not exactly classic rock, I know, but Pandora says the musical stylings are similar)
• "Say You Love Me or Say Goodbye" by REO Speedwagon
• "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad" by Def Leppard (you gotta love Def Leppard)

You know, I already have an Angst station. I don't need my classic rock station to make me want to curl up in a ball and cry, too!

And before I forget...

This was what I saw when I turned around to check on The (all-too-quiet) Boy en route to school this morning:

Silent Reading

(Sorry about the awful blurriness. It's hard to hold the phone steady while driving.)

Anyway, what totally made me laugh out loud this morning (and the reason I needed to capture it) was that he quietly was flipping through his book and actually looked like he was reading it because it was properly oriented and everything.

Here's hoping I've got a bookworm in the making!

This morning, I was fixing myself a cup of coffee (it was one of those nights) and chanced to look up and see a Grateful Dead tour poster. Given my place of employment, it's not uncommon to see tour posters hanging on the walls in gilded frames, but for some strange reason, this one just made me wonder why the Grateful Dead has been heralded as one of the greatest bands of all time.

So, I'm listening to a new station I created for myself on Pandora of just (what I consider) classic rock in hopes that I can figure out what is (and has been) so great about the Grateful Dead. And I'm just not getting it.

It's not that I hate their music. I don't. I couldn't name one of their songs if my life depended on it, and Jerry Garcia is the only band member whose name I know, but I don't hate their stuff. Of course, it's not like I grew up listening to the Grateful Dead, either. My dad listened to the Beatles and the Doors and Zepplin (in addition to ABBA and James Taylor and Simon and Garfunkle), and my friends listened to Queen and Styx and Journey (in addition to Hall and Oates and the Sex Pistols and everything New Wave).

I don't know. Is there a good gateway band for the Grateful Dead, or this is one of those bands I'm just not meant to understand?

I don't think there is anything that makes me feel more helpless than listening to my child's cries, knowing there's nothing I can do to help him and that Mommy's presence doesn't fix everything.

The Boy gets night terrors every now and then. Thankfully, it's not frequent, but when they hit, boy is it a doozy. They usually happen when he doesn't nap well or goes to bed very tired, as he did today. Knowing this, I make it a point to monitor his naps and adjust bedtime accordingly. Of course, since we attended a birthday party for his friend C today (at which there were several balloons), he only napped for about 20 minutes in the car this afternoon. He had plenty to eat all day, that I knew, so I put him down at 6 instead of 7. He protested until about 6:30, then finally fell asleep. Then the night terrors kicked in at 8. He just now has settled back down to sleep.

The screams are the worst, followed by the flailing. When I heard him cry out, I rushed into his room, expecting him to be tangled in his blanket or caught in one of the crib railings. Instead, he was lying down, thrashing about - and no amount of hushing from me or calm, comforting words would help. If anything, it seemed to aggravate him more. Instead, I sat in a corner of his darkened room, just watching and waiting for him to go back to sleep.

It's a terrible feeling, knowing that there isn't anything you can do, knowing that this is something he has to do on his own. Even worse is that I have no idea what his night terrors could involve, no idea what his dreams include.

And now that I'm back in the living room, I hear him cry out sporadically and hold my breath each time, wondering if another bout is pending.