Before parenthood, I was a regular movie-goer. I can still remember the layout of the movie theater where my mom used to take me to see all of the super groovy 1970’s Disney releases like Escape to Witch Mountain and The Shaggy D.A.–and we haven’t lived in that state since 1984. All of the sudden I have three kids, and I’m not the best at remembering to hire a babysitter, so my watching a movie on the big screen has been rare for the past five or six years.

Last week, we had a new 52″ flat-screen (LCD? plasma? I admit to being a girl in that I forget which one we went with) installed at home. Surround sound. PS3 with the Blu-Ray player. Some sub-woofers and receivers and forty two remotes. I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea, but it became quickly apparent that I would never watch anything on this thing as I live with four males.

But tonight? Tonight I insisted that we try out the Blu-Ray. I picked up a copy of the new Casino Royale this week and I wanted to see what it would be like. You know. Bond. Blu-Ray. It was a good choice, no?

Holy Mother of Deep Discount Designer Shoes!!!

Daniel Craig?! Those eyes?! That body?! On a giant screen! In my house! On disc I own! To salivate over whenever I want.

I feel faint.

I’d like to take a moment to personally thank my children from preventing me from seeing my beloved movies for so long, because now I have tons of options to choose from on Netflix and the perfect home theater to watch them on–though I think for a while I’ll just keep turning on Daniel (heh. Don’t I wish?!).