When I first started Fixin’ Supper, lo those many months ago, I had spent a long, long time thinking up a topic that would work for me: didn’t interfere with my work, I could contribute to frequently, hopefully would be fun to read.

And the second blog, though it follows two years after the first — well I didn’t even know I needed one until the idea just came to me in a flash late last week while I was home sick.

I think I have watched perhaps 15 movies in the past six days. And I realized I needed a place to put down my thoughts about them. Because:
* I like to remember what movies I’ve watched. I am sometimes bad with movie titles.
* While the Netflix friends feature allows you to rate and share comments on movies, it doesn’t allow for a personal narrative.
* I thought it would be fun.

Now please don’t head over to What’s Playing at My House right this minute thinking you’ll get a great idea of what to see at the theater this weekend. Because I think the past 3 or 4 years, I’ve seen an average of 2 movies a year at the theater. Single moms don’t just up and go to the movies unless we have a good reason. And a babysitter.

I really am making this new blog for me, but if you’re wondering about movies you might rent, it will perhaps be useful for that. I’m going to try to add several titles a week.

I haven’t dressed it up yet or added some of the links that I’m planning to add, but the first movie is up now and I’d be delighted for you to take a look.

I’m finally watching March of the Penguins tonight, and I’m stunned to discover that it’s a food movie. No one told me this. About the baby penguins, they told me. About what an overall incredible movie it is, they mentioned. But not the food part.

You may now be going, huh? But think about it: these emperor penguins, they walk SEVENTY MILES inland, meet and lay an egg. There is no food there. So the dad stays there and sits on the egg. The mother, nearly starving from the work of laying the egg, then walks SEVENTY MILES back to the sea. Meanwhile, dad sits on the ice for more than four months, sans food, hatching the egg. Once the mothers are rejuvenated, they trudge the seventy miles BACK just in time (we hope) to feed the babies and — you guessed it — let the fathers walk seventy miles back to the sea so THEY can eat.