Matt Damon is slated to play Captain James
R. T. Kirk in the next Star Trek film. With Shatner’s blessing, bien sûr! The next film focuses on Kirk and Spock’s youthful days in the space academy. Somehow that just makes some sort of sense…
Our favorite NYC pup Buddy takes a little
cat dog nap. So adorable! Thank you, city, for sharing your doggie with us on occasion. (:
I stole this from Stefanie at Baby on Bored. Her “Things” are more interesting, but since you’re here I guess maybe you want to read mine. So, here goes…
1. I have cheated on my partners in the past.
2. I’ve fed my vegetarian friends lard on purpose.
3. This one time when I wasn’t feeling well at my friends’ house I couldn’t get their baby daughter out of the bathroom so I just shut her in with me and went #1 and #2. The whole time she kept saying, “potty!” to me and I kept saying, “yes, potty!” (She’s going to need therapy when she grows up, isn’t she…)
4. I like to smell my own poots, especially if I’ve recently had cheese. *poot poot*
5. I worry that my friends think I’m a child molester. There is no basis for this.
6. I’ve at one time felt loathe for almost every one of my family and friends. So much so that I had resolved to no longer speak to each one. Usually this stems from jealousy or a feeling of neglect (as in, irrational feelings that my family or friends don’t care about/for me).
7. Despite my love for all creatures great and small I still eat meat and kill mosquitoes.
8. I’m very immature and selfish and stubborn and bitchy more often than I care to admit.
9. I am enraged when people make fun of me or attack my character. It’s not rational, constructive emotion, it’s sheer blinding rage.
10. I don’t mind eating the last of something, even if I can tell someone else wanted it. *pblt*
Feel free to remind yourself what you hate about you!
To my dearest Mel,
I apologize for not reading your blog for almost an entire month. I am embarrassed. I had read it every day for so long, and then the busy time arrived and I abandoned you. Gah, what a bad blog girlfriend. I promise to do my best never to abandon you again, until the next time when life gets in the way again.
More smut, pretty please! I love it when you do your dirty girl talk.
Yours forever and always,
PS – You’re my Angelina Jolie.
One hundred fifty-nine glorious photos are in this week’s set. The teaser is Spiderwort:
A not-so-pretty name, a glorious flower.
Because the set is so big and I feel like it, another teaser:
Are poppies not incredible? I think the answer is…no, not not incredible, but rather, very incredible.
Friends who had not yet seen the porch were up so we had a mini porch party late this morning. We sat on the porch, drank iced tea, and just blathered. What I didn’t realize, which Hay told me later in the day, is that we were actually on the porch watching our neighbor across the street be locked out of the house by his lady. She had been on their porch with him, but suddenly got up and ran inside, slamming the door. He then tried to go in, locked door. He knocked softly, no answer. He then proceeded to walk super quickly in his socks to the inside garage entrance, also locked. He then went to the basement entrance and did not return. So, Hay theorizes he found an unlocked door. I theorize that I now know they hide a key near the basement. I was so totally not paying attention across the street, but Hay is sneaky about his stealthy surveillance and totally hooked me up with all the juicy details. Thank you, Baby!
After we went to see Cars which was our second choice as a large group of friends after we realized that X-Men 3 was no longer offered as a matinee. The movie was cutesy. My favorite scene is the tractor tipping. I pretty much could not stop laughing, much to the chagrin of those around me. Oh, and when I got my popcorn I told the girl (she was a girl) behind the counter that I wanted a lot of butter. She delivered. Half the popcorn in the bag, lotsa butter on it, then the rest of the popcorn into the bag and a bunch more butter. LOVE. IT. I kept the popcorn leftovers. (Hey, I was eating dinner after, see below. I can’t totally pig out the door.)
After the movie we had an early dinner at a local Thai restaurant whose owners we happen to know. We complimented the chef on the way out the door. Incredible spring rolls and tofu dishes (which is what I had).
Then we went to one of the couple’s homes to hang out while they fed their kiddos. I got a little overwhelmed by baby-age and invited my guy pal from out of town to join me outside for a chat while everyone else stayed inside screaming their heads off. I specifically invited him outside because one of the kids kept yelling his name over and over and over again. Also, I wanted to catch up, since I’ve not seen him in almost a year.
After a little heart-to-heart chatter we all piled into vehicles to go get ice cream. I tell ya, I’ll be glad when I don’t have this freakin’ back problem anymore (which is currently flared up for a couple reasons). I forgot to bring my meds with me so I was in a bunch of pain at the movie, and then I was actuallt getting sick to my tummy and grumpy after dinner. As soon as everyone started trying to make plans for breakfast tomorrow I just lost it. I also got seriously nauseous while waiting in line for ice cream because one of my friends was bouncing her daughter on her knee and the floor joists didn’t seem to really exist so the floor was bouncing, and it was warm in there so the combo of warmness and elevator feel plus no Tramadol made me super ill. So, the evening ended charmingly. Good thing I get another chance to shine tomorrow, because this is totally a competition. (Not, just talking crap.) At least I was cute today with my RAWR kitty shirt and my tight but not too small jeans.
Okay, and this is just too adorable not to mention: Lightning and Mater bubble bath! (No, that’s not my bubble bath, I found it on the Pixar blog.)
If you’d like to see a seriously freakishly-long penis then watch the film À ma soeur! (aka Fat Girl). You have to really be looking, but jeezum h cricketknockers it’s bigger than a horse penis! Just be forewarned that this is a Catherine Breillat film and there is a gruesome scene at the end of the movie.
(I’m going to get some interesting visitors now… Allo!)
No more odd shows that somehow just work. No more feud between Tori and her dad. I hope she had the chance to make peace with him before he died. I can’t imagine feuding with my dad then knowing he died without being able to reconcile with him first. I would infinitely be guilt-ridden.
Photo cred: OK! magazine (je pense)
I was studying for my security certification yesterday. All day. Into the night. And I’m nowhere near done. And then I watched a movie with Hay (Underworld: Evolution, which was just a’ight). Then I tried to post and Blogger, the evil b-itchy that she is, was down. So, hi there.
I’m spending at least part of this day with friends. Yes, real friends! In my physical life! Hehe. I’ll report on that later.
After Sunglasses Gaffe, Bush Apologizes to Legally Blind Reporter
June 14, 2006 — The president was in a jovial mood during his Rose Garden press conference Wednesday, joshing with reporters, excited to aggressively defend the Iraq war in the midterm elections, optimistic about his recent trip to Baghdad.
Then he was told a reporter he playfully teased about wearing sunglasses during the press conference has a serious vision problem and is legally blind.
By the end of the day, the exchange had merited a presidential apology. The reporter, Peter Wallsten of the Los Angeles Times, said he bears no grudges and accepted the president’s apology quickly.
“Clearly the president has more important things to worry about,” Wallsten said.
The incident happened towards the end of the press conference, when the president called on the 34-year-old Wallsten.
“Are you going to ask that question with shades on?” Bush asked.
“I can take them off,” Wallsten offered.
“I’m interested in the shade look,” replied Bush. “Seriously.”
Wallsten said, “All right, I’ll keep it, then.”
“For the viewers,” the president said to the TV cameras, “there’s no sun.” Some in the press corps laughed.
“I guess it depends on your perspective,” replied Wallsten, Zen-like.
“Touché,” said the president, who then took Wallsten’s question about Karl Rove.
A Presidential Apology
Wallsten has Stargardt’s Disease, a degeneration of the central area of the retina called the macula, where cells sensitive to light send visual signals to the brain.
It turns out Wallsten wasn’t trying to be hip or cool or cop a ‘tude — he was wearing the pricey sunglasses because recent studies indicate that the progression of Stargardt’s disease can be slowed by wearing sunglasses that protect the eyes from ultraviolet rays.
Wallsten suspects the president was informed of his gaffe by White House Communications Director Nicolle Wallace, who knows Wallsten and been aware of his vision problem for years, dating back to when both were in Tallahassee, where he worked for the Miami Herald and she for Florida Gov. Jeb Bush.
(Rest of story, source.) How embarrassed would you be over this? Wait, would you have been an asshole and given the guy trouble in the first place? Yah, no.