We're analyzing post-WWII British
Ooo!
academic writing
o. Sorry, not a strong suit.
I could bake for you!
Now you're talking.
And now I want an apple pie.
I just bought a few apples. Hmmm, need to learn how to make apple pie. Must get ice cream for on top. Damn. Wish I had more time before flying to Florida. Maybe I could arm twist my sister and bake at her place. Then make the niece clean up the mess. Aren't I a good Uncle?
I am with Omnis. Please kidnap me.
I escaped from work about 8pm. Just into the start of the preview performance. Apparently right after I left the smoke/fog effects set off the fire alarm. Then, again in Act 2. SOOOooo glad I got away.
VW, I second the humidifier. Might help. Always a good idea for the winter in New England, IIRC my time there properly.
I'm hungry. Not much food here. Also, I ate plenty today -- no reason I should be hungry.
There's also nothing on TV. I'm watching a History Channel thing on a Straight Edge gang in Boston, which has the most ridiculous music behind the interviews.
Yep, that's sXe for ya.
(I may still love some of that music. Sometimes. And Fugazi).
No, the music behind the interviews isn't sXe, it's the silly "tension-building" or "dramatic" music that they put on all the History Channel stuff.
Oh. Well, that's hilarious.
And now that show is over, and a show about the JFK assassination started.
Too much watching the History Channel, plus reading up on Jonestown and the Milk-Moscone assassinations, has pretty much convinced me that the entire world is crazy.
vw, do you have a humidifier? That might help your throat from getting so dry.
We bought a nice, heavy-duty Kenmore humidifier today. I'm REALLY hoping it helps, though not feeling a tremendous amount better yet. And up at 3am, which is never a good sign.
Today, she sent an email quitting our work together because I've been unprofessional and 'the trust is broken.'
I'm not sure I understand this. Does she think you're having a fling with her husband? Or is it that the extra half hour increased the cost of the session? Or what?
And whilst I remember OMG WAY TO GO, TOM!!! Man, I'm
so
pleased for the pair of you, Norah - it's been so bloody wretched seeing Tom get put through the wringer like this, and I totally know how I'd feel in his place. So YAY for 3 offers! Much deserved!
That said - oh, Karl, I'm so sorry that your startup has bit the dust! Gah! Hoping that this is going to mean you find something better/more appropriate/more fulfilling.
Tyra Banks...oh dear. You know, really, I'm starting to feel quite protective about wee Robert Patinson. Patterson. Whatchamacallim. Because the crazy is just going to keep on coming and getting crazier and crazier, isn't it? I can't think of a young actor or actress in a comparable position, actually. It's going to be like being, I don't know, Justin Timberlake or something of that ilk, only with added Crazy Vampire Stalkery-ness.
God, I hope someone casts the poor guy in something wildly different asap, so he can start working on
not
being Edward The Vampire. It looks like this is going to be like being in
The Beatles,
or something. Only kinkier.
You know, really, I'm starting to feel quite protective about wee Robert Patinson
You and me both. I just want to tuck him away somewhere on Buffista Island until the crazy settles.
Oh, and his next piece before he dives back into being Edward the Sparkly sounds rather interesting. Film called Little Ashes where he'll be portraying, of all people, Salvador Dalí.
In 1922, Madrid is wavering on the edge of change as traditional values are challenged by the dangerous new influences of Jazz, Freud and the avant-garde. Salvador Dali arrives at the university; 18 years old and determined to become a great artist. His bizarre blend of shyness and rampant exhibitionism attracts the attention of two of the university's social elite - Federico Garcia Lorca and Luis Bunel. Salvador is absorbed into their decadent group and for a time Salvador, Luis and Federico become a formidable trio, the most ultra-modern group in Madrid. However as time passes, Salvador feels and increasingly strong pull towards the charismatic Federico.
Love scenes with a male actor. The Twilighters who go to see this just because of wee Robert being in it are going to flip their dainty shit.
Ok. Now I don't know if it's the CPAP or not. I am full-fledged sick--fever, stuffy nose, no voice, horrid throat, headache, body aches. Even my HAIR hurts. The dryness may have made me more easily catch something, I guess. I just don't know, and I have no idea which doctor to call today.
Body, you SUCK.
