Well, it does not matter that the song doesn't fit the reason for the blog. I'm in love. And while that is a fabulous thing because it's a guy I met here and he barely has OCD…er…and he's funny, sweet, smart, cute, and quirky…he's a listener, too. I love this one movie. He knows this. Anybody who knows me knows this. It's probably my favorite movie of all time…I don't know for sure…however…the actress in it is…well, let's just say I have two posters from that movie that feature her and they're probably going to be in the living room (because I don't want them to fade). Now…nobody ever can think of her name except me because…well…yeah. Even HE can never think of her name. So…I told him last night Silent Hill was on (which, incidentally, is not my favorite movie, but the actress is in this…and no…it isn't Jodelle Ferland)…and I asked him to guess why that made me happy. And he said…naturally…"Oh, because that actress you like is in it." Now, strangely, that's good enough for me. However, a second later it comes to him and he says her name. He says "I know you like Radha Mitchell." I'm mid-game during this and when I play this game I was playing I'm moody as can be. It brings out the worst in me. I am suddenly ebullient. I don't care if I win or lose…I just want the game over so I can blog about Oz. And no, ladies and gents, he didn't Google her name. It just came to him–he's busy playing a game himself. He simply knows me and he listens…and I love him. I love you, Oz. And the Aragorn/Arwen thing last night was sweet. Even if you couldn't translate the Elvish I sent you. Because apparently that's too difficult lol. I love you!