There's a new detective back in town and he looks an awful lot like Iron Man.  Guy Ritchie's latest film project, Sherlock Holmes, will be starring Robert Downey, Jr. in the title role and Jude Law as the reluctant sidekick, Dr. Watson.  Undoubtedly the two will draw a crowd and the first week's opening should be a spectacular event.

It's the future weekend box offices I'm wondering about.

All the information they have released on the plot says that Holmes will stop someone from trying to take over and destroy Britain.  Yes, well, we've all seen that plot.  In The Day After Tomorrow the culprit was Mother Nature.  In Iron Man it was Obediah Stane.  In The Dark Knight it was the Joker.  Given Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's treatment of his arrogant hero and the mysteries he solved, I would have expected something a little bit more ingenious.  I think the literary Sherlock Holmes would be terribly disappointed that his 21st Century bigscreen debut is about saving the world. 

Yawn.  Been there.  Done that.  No t-shirt because Sherlock Holmes is above t-shirts.  Just pay his fee.

And while I am a huge fan of RDJ, I must confess an apprehension at an American playing a British detective.  I can't personally think of a single role in which he ever used a British accent.  Of course he was spectatular as an Austrailian actor playing a black man in Tropic Thunder and he managed both of those accents well, so here's hoping he can keep it going for two hours.  I am more than eager to be proven wrong.

We will know more when they finally release a trailor for the movie.  Until then, let's hope and pray that it isn't so elementary and more than just a few brief fighting scenes and a half-naked RDJ arouse our interest.

By Amy

When I should be working on my lecture, I find myself watching LifeTime instead. Sad right? Now, I know that I have made fun of LifeTime before, I mean who hasn't? Miss Tori Spelling anyone? (Although I do admit that if Mother, May I Sleep With Danger? is on, I will sit down and watch.) But despite the cheesey-ness, or is it because of it? I still love it.

All those Nora Roberts movies? Or how about John Stamos in The Two Mr. Kissels? Or how about Tracy Gold? Or any of those former sitcom starts that I remember from the late 1980s and 1990s.

And then the predictable plots? You know that if you are a male actor acting in a LifeTime movie and you are cheating on your wife only 2 things can happen to you: 1)Your wife will find out and leave you for another man; 2)You will die because the person you are cheating with is crazy.

Or how about the tawdriness of those behind the scene romances? Tori Spelling again and that empty shell of a former man she is with? Or Valeri Bertinelli and that really gay looking guy she left Eddie Van Halen for? Or Leanne Rimes and Eddie Cibrian? Or even Anne Heche and that cameraman? Oh the juicy tabloid gossip! Well, at the very least I see it when I stand in line at the market.

So maybe that's why I like it? Because it's predictable and it amuses me? Or how about I just don't want to do my school work? That could be it too. I am amazingly lazy after all.

But why LifeTime of all channels? I mean, it's nicknamed "The Feminine Nazi Channel" after all. And like I said before, it's so damn predictable. And seriously, are there any real happy endings? So why do I like it?

By Rainey

April 14th means that it is my daddy's birthday!
It's so hard to find a gift for daddies. I mean, when it's my mom's birthday she tells me upfront what she wants but for Daddy, it's so hard. He always says he's happy with anything but have you tried to go shopping for "anything?" It's hard!
I hope he likes what I bought him.

By Rainey

So I'm still in the process of reading Sherlock Holmes.  Actually not half bad, once you get past the, "Jolly good" attitude that seems to frequent every statement.  And I've also finished Mark Twain's The Tragedy of Puddn'head Wilson.  That's actually quite good, but I love Mark Twain.  One of the few American author's who ever seemed to get it right when it came to novels.

Easter is tomorrow, so everyone dress in their Sunday best!  Unlike poor Rainey who has to go to about six services, we are attending tomorrow's service and that is it.  Unless she feigned illness again.  I want to do that.

Oh, must sees: NBC's, new Kings television show.  Heavy wording, lots of imagery, but overall not a bad start to a fairly unique perspective of the David and Saul stories in the Bible.  Of course, I've only see three episodes.  That could all change quite easily, but so far I do enjoy the many intricate plots.  The acting is quite bad in some areas, but in other's you find yourself pulled into the everyday life of the kingdom of Gilboa.

Okay, yes, they could have done a much better job on the name Gilboa.  Shiloh is not bad as a city name.

Everybody eat lots of ham and hopefully something next week I'll have a more complete update for you.

By Amy

HMMM...So last night I hit the gym with my friend, Kim. Or to be more accurate, Kim went to the gym and she asked me if I wanted to go.

I really just wanted to stay at home and watch re-runs of WILL & GRACE and eat pizza. But we can pretend that I had ambitions to stay fit .

It was while I was on this bit of Medieval torture devise that is called "a treadmill," gagging for more air  that a flash of intuition came to me!

Ladies, we've got it all wrong! Why are we hurting our selves and punishing our bodies? We should let our selves go! Now it could be the fact that I have exceptionally sore legs in the morning that's affecting my mind, but I believe that it is our job as modern and enlightened women that we must change the current perceptions of what women's bodies should look like. Why must we believe we should all be size 2's or 0's?

Let's all get very very fat! Now who's with me?
By Rainey

Has anyone else felt that you don't really grow up with time or age, you just seem to get bigger?  That's kind of how I felt this weekend.

It all started innocently enough, I mean it was a good weekend all around until that fateful Monday afternoon with a simple game of musical chairs. I had spent Saturday and Sunday indulging myself with watching anime with some of my mom's relatives who came to visit with us. I do like my cousins Kevin, Colby, and Deedee. I don't get to see them often enough but we always seem to have fun when we get together. And of course I love my god-child Nicky . I just happen to think he is the most perfect child in the world but since I'm not his mom, I think that's OK.Anyways, Deedee and I were put in charge of the little kids while the parents did stuff. I was there with her, Nicky and 5 other little kids under the age of 7.  The first few rounds went OK. The little kids had a lot of fun and there were giggles and laughter. It wasn't until a little incident happened that all the ugly stuff came out .

See, I forgot to mention that Deedee's godchild, Joey was also playing. As ALL AROUND THE MULLBERRY BUSH came to an end, Nicky was able to gain a seat by pushing Joey off.  Now I know that sounds a litle mean but isn't that how the game is supposed to be played? Well, Deedee didn't think so. But she was smart and sane enough to pick a fight with a 4 year old.  Instead she hit me. Now, if you know me, you won't be too surprised that I had to smack her back.  What can I say? I always rise to the bait. Anyways, to make a long story short, Deedee and I ended up in a shoving match which was only broken up when our Aunt Esther threw water on us. And it was she who told the little kids who were watching us, including Nicky and Joey that sometimes you don't grow up with age, you just grow bigger.

By Rainey

How dare you, Mr. FBI Guy, cut us off!  The phone belongs to us, but you are striving to destroy our freedom of speech and squash our hopes of eventually reclaiming this country from the radicals!  Be gone, Mr. FBI Guy!  Be gone!

FYI - Mr. FBI Guy is our nemesis.  Whenever our phones cut off we blame it on the FBI ending our conversation.  Hence our occasional outbursts towards Mr. FBI Guy.

OK, I swear I have always had the weirdest dreams. Really really weird dreams. I can't remember every time I dream or even all the parts of the dreams. But the parts that I can even partially remember are really weird stuff. Really weird and crazy stuff.

But this latest dream is the really oddest one. For one, it involved the CNN silver fox himself, Anderson Cooper. Anderson Cooper and I were having high tea at the Plaza. I was me but sort of in character. I was Eloise, the girl who lives at the Plaza? There I was dressed as Eloise, down to the red bow in my hair. And Anderson Cooper was dressed as one of the flying monkies from The Wizard of Oz. Did I mention we were married? Or maybe we were engaged? Well whatever, we were together romantically.

And I think we were having a fight. Or talking and I wasn't happy. Because it seems, Anderson Cooper was refusing to show me his tail. And I don't mean "tail" as in sexual organ but his actual tail. I guess he was wearing that flying monkey suit for a reason.

I think this dream beats out my dream of Kevin Spacey chasing me around the Exploratorium with a corndog while he was screaming "But you love mustard". You know, I am beginning to re-think that whole "non-sexual" thing about Anderson Cooper's tail. Maybe my dreams have a sexual thing to them? A really weird sexual connection. Huh. Maybe I have to re-read Freud or something.

I really, really worry about my mental health. Anyone else?

By Rainey

Guess what? Now Amy and I (Rainey) are now on Twitter! Yay! OK, it's official folks Twitter just got lame because we got on bored. But before it dies a painful and very Right Said Fred (Remember those guys? The bald guys who sang "I'm Too Sexy"? Yeah, didn't think so.) type of death, give us a Tweet. You can reach Amy's very fun Twitter page at twitter.com/bobamy & mine is at twitter.com/Rainey_D. We will try to update as much as possible. ^_^