Dawn ,'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
If the interviewer did most of the talking he probably thought it was a great interview.
This is what I'm hoping for.
I just considered applying for a job in South Dakota, but then came to my senses and realized that I would hate living in South Dakota.
Oh, it looks like I'm no longer going to Berlin. The meeting's been moved to Barcelona. I am only allowed to visit European cities whose names begin with B, apparently.
So I guess I can take Wings of Desire off my queue. What should I replace it with? (Netflix unexpectedly led me to Gloomy Sunday, which looks like a good Budapest movie.)
Since you're going to Barcelona, why not Barcelona?
That's just silly! adds
Also Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Oh, it looks like I'm no longer going to Berlin. The meeting's been moved to Barcelona. I am only allowed to visit European cities whose names begin with B, apparently.
Sagrada Familia!
Ooh, the library has both Barcelona and Vicky Cristina Barcelona. I'm set.
(Netflix unexpectedly led me to Gloomy Sunday, which looks like a good Budapest movie.)
I really enjoyed Kontroll. Uhm. Also, Sunshine. And yes, Gloomy Sunday also.
I really enjoyed Kontroll.
Ooh. It's on Instant and it's by the same guy who did Predators. It looks pretty cool, thanks. Looks more like my thing than Sunshine. I think I heard about Gloomy Sunday years ago, and it sounds intriguing.
Boom, two Budapest movies on Instant Netflix and two Barcelona movies to get from the library, and I can have a foreign film weekend extravaganza! (Well, the Barcelona movies are not foreign films. But you know.)
Sagrada Familia!
Parc Guell! Highly recommend getting a picnic lunch at the market and wandering around Parc Guell. It's gorgeous and has great views.
I've been home sick the last couple of days, after Ryan generously shared his chest infection with me. He's so giving. Anyway, this week has been Beatles week on one of the music channels, and I had the opportunity to watch Help!
...They weren't even going to pretend they could act, were they? (I spent most of the film suffering serious cognitive dissonance watching Rumpole of the Bailey pretend to be Indian.)
On the other hand, I realised while watching that the soundtrack is the only (original) Beatles album I don't have, and it contains some of my favourite early Mop Tops. This must be rectified.