Hey, meara, I was at the Barnes and Noble in Georgetown today, and they had a book about drag kings on one of those "Recommended" tables by the front door.

Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. It's camp! Serious camp!

I vote Sky Captain! I loved the camp. Think of what the movie makers of the 30s could have done with today's tech. Is especially fun to watch with classic-sci-fi-movie-buff-type guys. Also, there are some ... things... in there that seriously creep me out. In fact they are the chief reason that modern windmills - the ones with three blades - seriously, seriously creep me out, talking major wiggins here. Ask Daniel.

Some might say the pace was a little slow, as is right for the era they were trying to emulate. I found it refreshing in a way, as I do not thrive on the killer-fast pace of many of today's movies.

I adore drunk meara posts. She just makes you want to snuggle her.

That was it! Mute!

Thank you kindly.

Drunk Meara = Comedy Gold

I couldn't agree more.

Also, I found Sky Captain pleasant enough to watch, in a look-at-the-pretty kind of way, and in a liking-the-concept kind of way, but haven't been inclined to rewatch it.

Angelina was so hot that she all but melted my screen. I had no difficulty suspending disbelief in all the CGI or the whacky SciFi hijinks, but the notion that Jude Law could actually prefer Gwyneth Paltrow to Angelina was ridiculous.

OK, congressman has been and gone. Next up, Condi.

So much for the 4-day weekend. Now we'll be working all weekend.

Seriously, why did everyone decide to make official visits to Greece during Easter, which is bigger here than Christmas is in the US? Is it because all the senior government officials are on the islands with their families?

Also, why does it take 1 person 3 hours to arrange a meeting between the prime minister and the ambassador, but to arrange the same meeting between the PM and the SecState takes 30 people 4 days?

Drunken meara is fabulous.

It just needed to be said again.

Now I am going to watch somethinganything that will put me to sleep. I am resigned to sleeping on the couch already.

But first I am opening the sliding door for a bit. The fireplace has made it hella hot in here. Fire pretty, heat sweaty.

Today I reassembled my broked entertainment center (the center unit falled down and go'd boom), reconfigured the totally busted bookshelf to be backless but still standing and reinforced a couple of other bookshelves. Then I resorted and arranged three bookcases worth of things. And pulled my desktop computer out on a wee roll-y table cause my laptop is really dying.

Oh, and then I had two beers and decided to reconfigure the shelves on the sides of my entertainment center. I hope the banging didn't annoy the neighbors. Or, I hope they don't bitch about it at least. I refrained from rehanging a picture. At the last moment. With the hammer poised. But I refrained.

Ima sleep soon.

Okay, all is quiet and suddenly the other side of the world Bitches are talking. I am obviously up too late but still kinda thrilled to see Fay and Raq.

but the notion that Jude Law could actually prefer Gwyneth Paltrow to Angelina was ridiculous.

Yeah, dang Cass. It's almost time for the EST crew to start showing up at work.

• Slight* case of being over stressed.

I am watching some "technical" look at Butch and the Sundance Kid. Basically? Yelling at my tv for showing stupid and wrong science.

Though I am kinda tired right now, so will likely sleep for a while. It's just kinda sad to still be up when the Other Coast wakes up. Or when the sun comes up.