I am going into work late because I have to go to a gov't office this morning to get a notary stamp on some forms.

it is still hot. we have had some brown outs. they say it will break today, probably as I am leaving town for the weekend. STOOPIDHEAD WEATHER!

my house? DISASTER. like not just messy, but tornado hit it messy. And dirty in places, and too hot to really clean. did I mention ^%&%^$%$E weather?

My place is the same, msbelle, and I don't even have extreme heat as an excuse.

You know what's freaky? When this (video, audio NSFW) starts playing in the middle of the night on the computer in your bedroom.

I'm not sure why the page chose then, but it freaked me out. I've never even seen the movie.

Romantic: Pride and Prejudice. Particularly the scenes at Pemberley, and the scene when Darcy hands Elizabeth the letter. I think I almost died the first time I read that scene.

Oh god yes.

Oh my yes. And Strega's comments earlier were dead on.

ita, if you haven't seen that movie, you should. "Don't fuck with the Jesus." And the nihilists. And - well, just see it.

Well, I've heard all the fucks. I feel like I've had the good bits.

Weirdly, some of the most romantic movie moments for me are the moments when nothing happens -- when it might, and both characters realize how easily it could (and perhaps that it definitely will, and neither one can stop it), but just this moment it doesn't quite. There's the scene in Holiday when Johnny and Linda are up in the old playroom hiding from the Huge Society Party downstairs, mournfully waltzing to one of her old childhood music boxes, and then all the bells in New York ring for the new year. He leans into her, looking befuddled and intent and like he's really seeing her for the first time, and says just about the most inane thing anyone could say, "Linda, you're so sweet." They nearly kiss, and she wants it ferociously but at the last second she shrinks back because he is after all her sister's fiancé. And she sends him away because it's the right thing to do, and then she collapses in despair because he was right there and she sent him away.

Leaves me in a puddle, every time, and there's really not much dialogue and they barely touch. It's just all the tension and the tornness and the possibility and frustration. Guh.

My house is also a pit. I'm blaming the weather. See, when it is so hot, I don't vacuum because it takes forever to cool things back down. And if I don't vacuum, I don't need to pick up and besides, I'm avoiding movement to begin with, so everything sorta gets dropped within arms' reach of the sitting surfaces and ..... pit.

My house is also a pit, but I can't blame the weather*.

Maybe it's the cats' fault.

• unlike those living where it is too fricking hot, who legitimately can.

Wishing weather-ma to the East Coasters in NY and downwards. I see the relief hasn't made it that far yet - when it does, it will go away quickly (we had a 20 degree drop in temp yesterday in Boston between 2-3 pm).