I'm liking my scotch. But I always do.
And my music is making me happy. I'm half inclined to post copious lyrics. But I won't. I'm listening to a lot of stuff that's...well, country. But not country country, more like odes and critiques of Countries. Like, the U.S. (Ozomaztli, Tom Russel, Dead Can Dance, Baez, Springsteen and Emmy Lou, which isn't really, but still good.)
And my power is flickering, which can't be good.
My friend who would know claims that people who look most appealling on TV have giant foreheads. (I'll have to write down what she thinks and then post it, but I can't remember it all... something to do with ratios and cameras).
Anyhow, Jennifer Garner has a HUGE forehead. A forehead you could use as a billboard. And a goose-length neck.
I think she's adorable, btw. But man, BIG FOREHEAD. And if you've seen my own forehead, I know big foreheads when I see them.
I want some of Lee's brownies. But, I have cookies. They will do.
So, for all of you who aren't partying tonight? It could be worse. You could be trapped at a party full of people who are 10 to 30 years your senior, whom you don't know very well, and with whom you share nothing in common.
They are all upstairs, chatting away, and I have slipped downstars to post here, as I have nothing to say to any of them.
Happy New Years, folks.
Sail, what kind of cookies? I just finished baking the peanut butter/hersheys kiss cookies. so. very. tasty.
Also, other random thought, then I'm off to knit. We're doing laundry because, the way our set up is, we cna't do laundry if it rains. So we're in a lull between storms and now must get a week's worth of laundry done.
My friend who would know claims that people who look most appealling on TV have giant foreheads.
Four words: James. van. der. Beek.
Hi Sean! Hi Kristin! Hi Kat! Hi Steph!
I now have champagne. It's very bad champagne, but still champagne.