Got my hair did. Like everything else in life, I like parts but I’m not crazy about the whole. I want to do surgery on it but I’ve been urged to leave it alone. I just want a great haircut for once. Not a this-is-okay-but-I-don’t-like-it-enough-to-do-anything-but-grow-it-right-back-out-the-way-it-was-before cut. Middle class woes, aren’t they fun? Saw the Star Trek movie today before work. It’s very bromantic and full of very attractive people and lens flares. Jesus, with the…
I saw Monsters vs. Aliens tonight, because I am a sucker for overpriced kids’ movies in 3-D. And while, like Watchmen, it was gorgeous to behold but had a stupid, not very engaging story (*ducks to avoid nerd pummeling*), there was one snippet of dialogue that immediately lodged into my brain like a verbal splinter. There’s this giant lady monster, see, and she’s being introduced to her new monster home, tended by a wacky military…
Recuperation complete. I packed a lot of awesome into one little day. Slept nine glorious hours, went to the gym and got the endorphins pumping, took my lunch to the park down by the river and read The White Tiger on a blanket while the wind whipped the world into a subdued frenzy around me. Then I had some chips and white cheese dip and some margaritas, went home to book chat, and then hauled…
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn’t seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo. HT: Chris Wage
Thanks, chums, for the CDs. I dig, a lot. Today I’ve been a big sack of lazy. I don’t know why it is that on the one day a week when I have a crap ton of time to get stuff done, I lie around in pajamas the longest. Oh, wait, yeah, I do know. Because I am human. Hear me doze. Also, I spent the morning recuperating from last night’s inaugural Yarbro–Dill potluck, which…
I can’t believe I forgot to mention in my last post that the sweet and insanely talkative older lady who checked me out at Schnucks (Union) last night was all atwitter over the fact that Tempestt Bledsoe had just been through there a bit earlier. (The lady used this information as an excuse to give me a rundown on the shows she finds herself watching these days — Law & Order and those shows involving…
My cousin Jay: Man, they all had some pretty handwriting.
Saw Batman. Everyone said it was awesome, and it was. A little tedious in places, and heavy on the growly Batman talk (seriously, someone get Christian Bale a Claritin, or maybe poke noseholes in his mask so he doesn’t have to be such a mouthbreather), but overall a delightfully whizbang kinda romp, even with all the warrantless wiretapping going on. Heath Ledger’s Joker is very nearly the perfect villain. Absolutely mesmerizing. But here’s one thing…
SS visited this weekend, and, hoping to counteract the heaping amounts of awfulness we ingested at IHOP (or, I-Poh those of us who may be dyslexic), we went to the grocery story Sunday night to stock up on semi- to mostly healthy things to make for dinner. We settled on the ingredients for some grilled chicken wraps and I decided that I wanted to try to recreate the roasted grapes I had at Lesley’s house…
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