And The Dumbening Continues

I used to KILL at the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game. I could tell you the names of everyone of note in every movie I'd ever seen, and usually throw in the names of their spouses, children and pets for good measure.

Lately I've become sad at the fact that my brain appears to be dying.

Last night was a perfect example. We rented The Departed, which does win the award for Best Movie I've Ever Seen Staffed Entirely By Actors I Hate Except For David O'Hara Whom I Will Always Love For Playing Steven In Braveheart. Yet as the movie begins, and there's a scene with Matt (Hate Him) Damon, Martin (Hate Him When He's Not On West Wing) Sheen and a third guy I could not think of the third guy's name to save my life.

I made the mistake of looking at The Husband and saying "Is that Funky Bunch?" It was, indeed. So at least I still recognise people to a degree.

Later, as we were watching Brothers In Arms, The [patently evil] Husband turns to me and says "Look! It's Brother Bunch!"

So now that I'm too stupid to remember anyone's real name, I guess I've created my own hell where I have to remember people by nicknames. I think that since that's the case I've got to rename a few people I currently refer to only as "That Ass."