3D Movies

Now, it's not that I hate 3D movies, per se.

Avatar was really cool and 3D and 4D movies at theme parks are incredible.

But now days you can't walk into a movie theater without at least two movies being in 3D. And it's getting a little ridiculous.

Animated movies in 3D? Sure, yeah, whatever. Those are fun.

Action/Adventure movies in 3D? That's bad enough.

But now they're doing dramas in 3D.

Titanic is coming back to theaters in 3-D for the special 100th anniversary of the sinking ship. So now we can see a pencil drawing of a naked woman and a man hitting a ship propeller like they're right in our room!

Think that's bad enough?

Well, it isn't.

The king of all bad 3D movies has to be the upcoming Great Gatsby film.

Because when is it ever necessary for a tragic literary classic written by an alcoholic to be in 3D?

I mean, I guess the producers thought that 1920s jazz parties, low-speed car races, and a drunken, cheating woman wandering out in the road and getting hit by a car constitute reason to throw on some large, black-rimmed glasses.

But guess what?

They don't.

And what's up with 3D sequels? I love the Harry Potter series, probably more than any other in the history of literature/cinema. But 7 movies in 2D and one in 3D? You know what I call that? A marketing ploy. A good one, seeing as how the 3D glasses were Harry Potter ones, but a marketing ploy nonetheless.

And Transformers: Dark of the Moon in 3D? I won't even make mention of how they're trying to sound like a Pink Floyd album. But aren't the Transformer movies seizure-inducing and obnoxious enough in 2D? I don't think mighty morphing machines need to be popping out at the audience on top of it all.

And, whoa, back up! Star Wars: Episode I is coming to theaters again? And it's in 3D? Mr. Lucas, what makes you think this was a good idea? There is no nerd in the world that I've talked to who liked this film to begin with. And you're going to bring it back? And make people pay twice as much to see it?

Bad move.

Anyway, long story short, 3D needs to stop. Unless it's at a theme park and there's water coming out of the seats and you can smell pastries cooking.

But everybody's done paying a million extra dollars to see one scene in 3D (I'm talking to you, Alice in Wonderland). So, please, let's go back to the time of old and just have some good, quality, 2D movies in theaters. Because I can't help but think people have resorted to writing awful stories and sticking a 3D tag on them just to draw people in.

Cold Water

I love to drink cold water when it's hot out or when I'm exercising.

Oh yes, then, there's nothing better.

I don't, however, like cold water when I have to put my entire body in it.

For example, in Lake Superior.

See, Lake Superior is huge. And I've grown up next to it all my life, and it's pretty, and it's great to go sit on the beaches of Lake Superior and read a book.

But put your foot in it, and you may get frostbite.

Sometimes it's really hot out, like 90 degrees, and there's nothing to cool off in, because there are no township pools around and I'm sure as heck not going to jump in a lake that has had 52 degrees as its record high water temperature.

So I don't. Which is fine.

But sometimes, people insist on throwing this freezing cold water at me. Some people will do it on purpose, while sometimes it's just caused by kids running by and splashing when I'm wading in it. But it annoys me.

I love the ocean, because it's always warm. Sometimes even hot. And to me, that's the way to go for swimming.

Speaking of swimming, I also hate cold water when it's in swimming pools. If you advertise a "heated pool," please, by all means, make sure it's heated. Because, I swear, I've sometimes swam in pools just as cold as that aforementioned, gigantic, lake.

But what is the absolute worst thing about cold water?

That sometimes, cold water ends up in my shower.

And this, I swear to you, is the worst thing that could ever possibly happen.

In my first apartment ever, I woke up the first day, hopped in the shower, and was greeted by FREEZING COLD WATER pelting down on me. So, of course, doing what any normal person would do, I jumped right back out of the shower, wrapped myself in my towel, and cursed under my breath.

And it continued like this for a few days afterward. But what could I do about it? Nothing. So I dealt with it, and was probably grumpy those few mornings.

The other bad thing about shower water is when it turns cold without warning. For example, I'll be enjoying a nice hot shower, and all of a sudden, I'll have mounds of shampoo in my hair, and the water will turn cold.

And I don't really have the option to jump out, then, because there's shampoo all over my head! So I have no choice but to finish my shower in the ice water. And skip the conditioner.

Sometimes this happens to me at hotels. And it's then that I wonder, "Dear hotel, why wouldn't you have a hot water heater large enough for your 150 rooms?" And then wish I had not stayed there.

Because there is possibly nothing more annoying in the world than cold shower water.

Blood of Any Kind

I hate blood.

I know it's essential in order for me to live and all that.

But I can't stand it.

I can't stand it gushing out of a paper cut. I can't stand the taste of it when it's dribbling out from between my teeth after I floss. I can't even stand looking at my veins, because I know there's blood running through them.

I also don't like to see it on a Band-aid, or, most certainly, seeping through a Band-aid. I don't like to see it on a washcloth, which is what I once had to use to sop up a cut after I broke a plate on my finger.

I don't even like to think about it. Seriously. Even writing this right now makes my limbs feel like jelly. I feel like all of the life has gone out of my knees and arms, and they're just floating there, allowing me to type.

But I'll take one for the team. This has to be said.

I'm glad I have blood. Don't get me wrong. I just think the major thing is, I don't like to lose it. And who does?

See, if blood stayed inside my body at all times, I wouldn't have to see it, and I wouldn't have to cringe at or be afraid of it. I could just never look at my veins and be perfectly happy. But, unfortunately, that doesn't always happen.

And I'm glad that people donate blood, because it's important. But it always freaks me out when I see the Bloodmobile driving by, because I think about what a messy, horrific scene it would be if that van ever crashed.

I've actually given blood myself, once. Oh, yes, I did. And I cried the whole way through it, and had to have my friend hold my hand. Because I am obviously a little baby.

And in this one experience of giving blood, the nurse took the whole pint, took the needle out of my arm, and then said, "Uh oh."

"Uh oh?" Really?

That is not the thing you want to hear after you've been sitting in a chair under torture, thinking about your blood being pumped through a little straw.

The "uh oh" was nothing major, really. Only my blood didn't clot (a word that I refuse to ever use in speaking, because it hurts my arms), and she had to poke the other arm to get my blood sample. So I walked around all day with two neon orange bandages wrapped around the inside of my elbows.

But that's just human blood. Do I have a problem with other types of blood?

Yes. Yes, I do.

I worked at a cafeteria once, and we had to cook burgers. And sometimes, when I put a burger on the grill, I would get blood on my gloves. Which is really bad enough. But at least it's just little specks, and you can change them.

But once, I took the pan out that held the burgers, because all of them were gone. I was going to bring the pan back to the dish washing room, when all of a sudden, I tipped the pan a little and blood went all over the floor. I'm not kidding. Everywhere. It looked like some kind of horrible crime scene.

Oh, and did I mention it went on my shoe? Yes. Blood. On my shoe.

And speaking of blood and cafeterias, we had a cafeteria at my college that once served prime rib for Christmas dinner. And guess what that prime rib did? Bled all over my plate and melded into my other food. Because (silly me), I didn't realize that "prime rib" was really code for "half-alive cow."

So, there you have it. I hate blood.

I love it when it's inside my body.

I hate it when it's gushing out of anything, on the floor, on any kind of fabric, or on my plate.

And I don't care what any "rare meat" activists try to tell me. Blood streaming out onto my plate is not for me.

It's certainly not my type.