Home from the niece's wedding. Yes, the 19-year-old one who is marrying a 25-year-old and living at his parents' since neither of them have jobs. The good signs: the wedding service was lovely and heartfelt, grooms' family seemed to enjoy themselves, the bride is not pregnant as some thought when the wedding was planned in six weeks, and all toasts were funny and sweet. The bad signs: many of the groom's family were missing teeth and a couple of them came to the event in t-shirts and shorts (I mean, how can a 50-year-old think a shirt emblazoned "Your pain is my pleasure" is right for a wedding?), the bride was saying right up to the wedding that she might not marry the groom if he acted like a jerk (which seems to mean not doing what she wants right when she wants him to), the bride's parents not only paid for the wedding and rehearsal dinner, they also helped he groom buy a truck so he could try to find work.

Lovely to see family, though and we are all pulling for the couple to succeed, even if expectations are a bit low.

Oh dear. Twilight tattoos. [link]

The 1940's were about the only time we totally got it right.

Ooh, but there's some lovely couture 1950s stuff, too.

Ditto and Ditto.

And meara, I remembered Georgetown as being preppy; it was just the sheer time warpedness of it that threw me like whoa. Like I said, it was like flashing back to my freshman year in college.

Today's sartorial disaster involved the male tourist-- late thirties, tall, thin, wearing running shorts, nice Nikes, and black socks. Of course he also had a backpack.

In the non-sartorial odd tourist news, we happened to get behind this guy in the Lincoln exhibit who was videotaping every. damned. thing and quietly reciting the text marking each piece. I mean, dude-- there are books and DVDs for that shit. Otherwise, it's gonna be a LONG ass day.

Okay, at first I was going to laugh at the juxtaposition here:

and we are all pulling for the couple to succeed, even if expectations are a bit low.

Oh dear. Twilight tattoos.

But then, I saw this. And I am just in it for the lulz now.

Sleep accomplished- 150%

Cleaning accomplished- .05%

Sophia's day is my day, though I have done less cleaning. Massive gronk.

I really enjoyed Harper's Ferry. TV shows with limited runs are a good idea!

Cats watching cats on the internet. Humans are in trouble.

I need to put the kitchen sink together. Don't feel like. It isn't even hard...

I also have left over rice that I want to turn into rice pudding, yet nothing is happening....

Harper’s Island -- The finale was both more and less of what I expected. No surprise that Henry was Wakefield’s kid and the second killer. Nor was I surprised that he was obsessed with Abby, although his whole “we can be together forever” was bizarre, even for a crazy person.

Some surprise about who made it and who did not make it off the island. Although I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise about Shea and Madison surviving – it would be a particularly dark show if it killed off a child (and her mother). I was hoping that at least Danny or Sully would make it. Their deaths weren’t surprises, but they did pack some emotion impact, much like Cal’s and Chloe’s deaths. Poor Trish. If she hadn't fallen for Henry ...

I think there were some clues all the way along pointing to Henry. Although some big misdirects. For example, right before the Rev is killed, we see Henry and Trish together, which suggests that the events were taking place at the same time. .

And there were some nifty little touches, like Abby saying “Hi, Dad” to the sheriff in Ep. 1 and Henry saying it to his father in the finale. All in all, the show was pretty good and I would watch another series of it (which I realize ain’t gonna happen). I would also really like to see the actors who played Abby, Sully and Danny in more things.

I came in through the front entrance to my apartment building this morning and noticed a package on my balcony railing. Which is weird, since my balcony is outside my bedroom window, not my front door, and not visible from the apartment complex entrance I normally use. Oh, and one storey up. I have no idea how the package would have gotten there. But I've been waiting impatiently for it for days.

Kinda creepy.

Delivered by passenger Lunesta moth?