My aunt and uncle, the ones who have dogs named after Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher, are taking concealed weapons courses. According to my mother, they're expecting anarchy.

I saw that movie 5 times in the theater when it came out. It wasn't really intentional, and I've never done it since, but, suffice it to say, I have the words to most of the soundtrack memorized.

It's not a show I've seen live but I'm not ashamed to admit I own the DVD and know most of the songs.

Grease is the word!

I've never seen any version of Grease

I was about eight when it came out. My parents asked me if I wanted to go see it. I thought they were asking if I wanted to see Greece. Which, y'know, I did, but I was rather gobsmacked when they went on to explain that they wouldn't be able to go, so I'd have to see it on my own.

I have seen the movie more times than I care to talk about.

Oh, me too. I lived with a couple of Grease-lovers in university. One of them took me straight from the airport on a visit to her to the cinema to see the 20th anniversary re-release.

I don't like the movie.

Crap. There's a job listing at a certain artsy-craftsy web site in Brooklyn that's calling out to me. But it means I have to get off my butt and write a resume and cover letter and stuff, which I haven't done in a long, long time.

THIS from the man who posts job openings every time Steph grumbles about her job? fie! go write!

I apply for editing jobs and then realise I'd have a nervous breakdown if I was offered the job. I just like to pretend that I'm not stuck in my dull office job.

I am ita with the Grease-dislike. Doesn't mean I don't get the earworms, though.

Oh, man, my life got completely crazy out of nowhere. So, on Friday morning I found out that I got my new apartment, so I was all, yay! Then on Friday evening I got home to find out that my landlords hadn't paid the electric bill and there was no electricity at my house, and that apparently one of my landlords has been totally sketch and hasn't even paid rent since April, and the other one has just been covering for her, but apparently she's run out of money. So the responsible landlord put me up in a hotel for the weekend, all "the electricity should be back on Tuesday," and I'm like, this sucks, but okay. I threw out all the stuff in my fridge, I went to the library to use the printer there to type up my 30 day notice. Like, it was really obnoxious, but it wasn't a huge deal. Plus, I love hotels. Then my computer died. Like, completely died, wouldn't turn on at all. (I have since semi-fixed this problem. Now it will turn on, at least.) And then I was driving my friend to LAX on Sunday, and I rolled down my window for the police checkpoint, and my window completely died, like would not roll back up to save its life. Which was awesome because it was a completely rainy Presidents Day weekend, and I couldn't get it fixed until Tuesday ($500 - so lovely.) Also, all the genius bar peeps were totally booked, so I had to semi-fix my computer by myself. THEN I got the awesome news that I will not be getting electricity back. Period. Apparently until I move into my new apartment in THREE WEEKS AND TWO DAYS. I will start counting down the hours as soon as they get under 500.

So I'm wondering, since I was always amused by the Save Karyn web site, would she raise a bunch of money for me? I'd do it myself, except that I only have internet access at work during lunchtime.