Tags: books, movie
James and I went to see Bill Maher’s new comedic documentary Religulous on Saturday, much anticipated for both of us. And while it did lack the cohesive narrative inherent in most successful documentaries, we both found it insightful and hilarious. I wholeheartedly support Maher’s stance on religion — how can anyone presume to know what happens when we die? And what an utter tragedy that so many people die and kill over these beliefs. It reminded me a lot of a book I read a couple years ago called The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason by Sam Harris. I would highly recommend this book, and Maher’s movie, for that matter, to all of my friends, no matter their degree of faith. The movie prompted this amazing 2-hour discussion, and for once James and I were on the same side! I can’t wait until this one comes out on DVD — there were so many laugh-out-loud moments, I missed some of the dialog. And I’m hoping some of the interviews — particularly the ones with the old priests at the Vatican, who admitted most of the bible was hogwash — are expanded in the special features.
Saturday was also an excellent food day. My dietary restrictions are on hiatus (it seems pregnancy quells my IC pains, so I’m able to eat a lot of foods I couldn’t before), so I enjoyed an incredibly delicious pumpkin cheesecake at the Olive Garden. Then, while standing in line at the concession stand at the AMC, James leans to me and says, “I’m tempted to order an Icee — they’re so good.” To which I honestly replied, “Y’know, I don’t believe I’ve ever had one.” Yes, I know, what rock have I been living under, right? I guess I didn’t spend much of my youth at the 7-eleven, and I’ve never been a fan of fruit flavored drinks (I blame children’s Tylenol — cherry and raspberry will forever taste medicinal to me.) I saw they had Coke flavor, so it was settled: Large Coke Icee, please. And upon my first sip, I fervently decided from now on I should drink all of my Coke in slushy form. Yum-mmy!