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Menopause: The Musical was a hoot, ladies and gents. You really haven't lived until you've heard four fortysomething women remake Stayin' Alive and shake it on the fifth floor of Bloomingdale's to boot.
I volunteered for grocery shopping duty again this morning. We seem to have come to an agreeable system wherein I do the dirty work and get whatever magazine catches my fancy that trip. Works for me. Oh, and if anything in my purchases was remiss today, I blame the very, very attractive guy in the clingy FDNY shirt. Mmm. We were pushing our carts opposite each other up and down the aisles, too, so the ogling wasn't quite so obvious.
Went to pre-order Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix today at Barnes & Noble. Salesgirl said that they'll put me down but they cannot guarantee a book on the 21st. I had them sign me up anyway, because hello, party, but as the curious creature that I am, I inquired after a ballpark figure of how many reserves we're talking here.
Roughly 1,100. Six days before the book is offically due out. Yow. So, getting there by six and not bringing a book, as it were? *g* I'll probably be finishing my reread of Goblet of Fire in line.
That Christopher Lee's really carved himself a bad guy niche, eh? With that voice, what else, right? Episode II was on at ass o'clock this morning when I actually was trying to get back to sleep, and it made me think. Anakin. Dooku. Saruman. Cypher. Voldemort? Not entirely sure on him, but my point is that an overwhelming number of villains started out as good guys, an agreement which for whatever reason either soured or lost luster. How many people actually grow up wanting to shroud the world in darkness? What kind of person does it take to come to such a realization and devote his life to it?
Chinese food is good, driving with the top down is better, I'm a sex-ay bitch and tomorrow, I'm sending a resume for the internship program at our local NBC affiliate. Love, luck, and lollipops to me.
I volunteered for grocery shopping duty again this morning. We seem to have come to an agreeable system wherein I do the dirty work and get whatever magazine catches my fancy that trip. Works for me. Oh, and if anything in my purchases was remiss today, I blame the very, very attractive guy in the clingy FDNY shirt. Mmm. We were pushing our carts opposite each other up and down the aisles, too, so the ogling wasn't quite so obvious.
Went to pre-order Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix today at Barnes & Noble. Salesgirl said that they'll put me down but they cannot guarantee a book on the 21st. I had them sign me up anyway, because hello, party, but as the curious creature that I am, I inquired after a ballpark figure of how many reserves we're talking here.
Roughly 1,100. Six days before the book is offically due out. Yow. So, getting there by six and not bringing a book, as it were? *g* I'll probably be finishing my reread of Goblet of Fire in line.
That Christopher Lee's really carved himself a bad guy niche, eh? With that voice, what else, right? Episode II was on at ass o'clock this morning when I actually was trying to get back to sleep, and it made me think. Anakin. Dooku. Saruman. Cypher. Voldemort? Not entirely sure on him, but my point is that an overwhelming number of villains started out as good guys, an agreement which for whatever reason either soured or lost luster. How many people actually grow up wanting to shroud the world in darkness? What kind of person does it take to come to such a realization and devote his life to it?
Chinese food is good, driving with the top down is better, I'm a sex-ay bitch and tomorrow, I'm sending a resume for the internship program at our local NBC affiliate. Love, luck, and lollipops to me.
