Yay, Allyson! What a great last day of work.

I think Grindhouse looks fun, ita. Not that I'm likely to see it in a theater, but you know.

So I've been of need of evening conversation all this week to keep from being totally whacko and just now called the brother. Who engaged me in a long philosophical discussion which devolved into middle names for the oncoming nephew and a faux-fight with his wife. (He's not keen on the first name chosen, but resigned.)

It was a good conversation. And I STILL think Esteban would be an awesome middle name, damnit (he agrees, she doesn't. Plus, the whole TEA initials.)

Also? My brother is the funnest dad. He brings D into work (partly to freak out the boss) and sets him up with acid/base experiments. Color changes! D can now use various pipettish tools better than most first year grad students. And he's 4!!!

DH reported Grindhouse as fun, but not nearly as much fun as he expected. And he is a big fan of both Tarantino and Rodriguez.

Jill Sobule doing Hot in Herre.

This is how Nelly would have sounded if he were a folk artist in the 60s. And a girl. Complete with banjo, harmonica, tamborine, and other traditional hip-hop instruments.

And does anyone know what is with the "Herre" spelling? I hate to sound like the uncoolest square ever, but I always want to read that as, well, "Herr-eh," like the German Herr with an e at the end.

One of the streets in the Gold Coast neighborhood of Chicago is Goethe Street. The hoity-toiity who live around there pronounce it "properly," but your average Chicagoan will normally say "Go-thee."

Not the bus-stop recorded announcer guy, though. He pronounces it right.

Grindhouse. I think I'm insane.

Was that a review or a premonition (I posted my spoiler-free opinion in Movies)?

DH reported Grindhouse as fun, but not nearly as much fun as he expected. And he is a big fan of both Tarantino and Rodriguez.

The crowd reacting was a big portion of the fun, and that seemed to peak on the non-feature segments (a few gross-out/action moments aside).

Unfortunately, there was a whole row of wannabee-hipster fanboys in front of me who seemed to be determined to not enjoy it for some reason. The louder the rest of the crowd reacted, the more stone-faced and "tsk"-y they got.

Apparently all of the suck decided to hit in the earlier part of this week, because I went shopping and scored two shirts, two skirts, and a pair of jeans for what I could have spent on a single dress. There was a package of goodies from my mom waiting in the building foyer. I just took a ridiculously long nap, and I have awesome hair.

I think herre is pronounced differently. Not sure if she does it, but the Dirrty South guys sure do.

Grindhouse. Migraines. Ya know.

I enjoyed it, but I despair of a normal life. I suppose at some point I should just suck it up and accept it. Eh. Maybe tomorrow.

What I'm amusing myself with this morning: The Purple Store! Finally, a place for people like me (I am to purple the way msbelle is to pink). I wonder if they have purple bedsheets....