Why is it that I’ll lie in bed wondering what time it is because it must be time to get up already even though the alarm didn’t go off and instead of just looking at the clock I’ll toss and turn and wish I was asleep and think about work and think about unresolved life issues and think about what I might want to have for dinner three days from next Monday and when I can’t stand it anymore I’ll look at the clock and see my alarm is going off in 7 minutes and then I’ll shut my eyes really tight and fall back asleep and then the alarm wakes me up and I’m grumpy and won’t get out of bed for 20 minutes?
Yesterday I played this game for 2 and a half hours. Today for an hour. Damn sun flooding the master bedroom. Can’t wait to move back to the guest bedroom where it’s NICE AND DARK.
If you need a movie recommendation, we watched half of The Departed last night and judging just by that half we give it quadruple thumbs up. If you don’t like mob violence then don’t watch it. Otherwise, yes, watch. The dildo scene is brief and shouldn’t have even been hyped in the media because there’s nothing to it.
As Barenaked Ladies said, and as many said before them, “it’s all been doooooooooone before.”
A few days ago I found out that Sarah Jessica Parker has a clothing line called Bitten.
I call the kittos Bitten. Granted, I call them Allie/Al/Mickey, Ripley/Rips/Ripple-A/Ripple-B/Ripple-C/Mitten/Mitty, and Georgia/Georgie/George/Mini but they all get called Bitten when they need extra TLC. It’s a contraction of Bitty Kitten, not of “I like to bite my kitties, yummy yummy to my tummy”.
Well I had that name first so I’m keeping it. I do so love SJP in Girls Just Want To Have Fun so I guess I should be honored. Such a good movie…
Last week Tuesday I sent a package filled with snack foods and my favorite movie to Avi who had recently admitted he had always wanted to see the movie but never had. I had no intention of ever mentioning said package here because I send people stuff and I don’t feel any need to publicly mention my random acts of “kindness”. Avi thanked me in the proper way that thank yous are given (a phone call, people, minds outta the gutter), I told him he was welcome and that was that. Until last week Thursday when I mentioned the movie in IM and he totally insulted me, then again this Friday when he said he still hadn’t watched it yet. Those two IM sessions, for your reading pleasure:
May 3 conversation: Poppy: All those Rotten Tomatoes people are wrong. April Fool’s Day is AWESOME. Poppy: Avi: hahahhaa Avi: yeah, my friends rolled their eyes when i told them what i got Poppy: I don’t like your friends. Avi: hehehe Poppy: Poppy: Did you watch it? Avi: not yet Avi: probably not until the weekend if i can Poppy: If you don’t like it that’s fine, but I love that campy 80s horror shit. Poppy: and that’s exactly what it is. Poppy: How can you roll your eyes at that? Avi: well, they’re horror fans Poppy: you=one Poppy: So am I, but I know how to compartmentalize. Avi:
May 11 conversation: Avi: so, you don’t like action oriented shows like 24, but horrors are okay? Poppy: I love horrors! Poppy: if you don’t know that about me then you were never paying attention. Avi: i know that Avi: it’s just confusing Poppy: adam, I am complicated Poppy: not confusing Poppy: complicated Avi: hehe Poppy: 24 is too realistic Poppy: horror movies are most ridiculous Avi: i’d say something like hostel or turistas is much more realistic than 24 Poppy: as is evidenced by april fool’s day which you gave to jigsaw to chew on because your friends told you it sucks Poppy: turistas is silly Poppy: I saw hostel it was just retarded Avi: yeah, but the violence part of it is realistic Avi: 24 is a cartoon Poppy: oh whatever. Avi: i still have April Fool’s Day right here Avi: haven’t watched it yet Avi: but I will
I really had thought that my video from earlier today was going to be my last one with the same hair and same glasses that I have this very moment, but nooooooo. Avi had to incense me by telling me he still hadn’t watched the movie I sent him (from the heart) so I couldn’t wait, needed to call him out on it, and boy did I ever:
Did I forget to warn you that I swear a lot in that? Oh. I swear a lot in that.
This post has been 100% pre-approved by Avi. Sorry everyone, no actual shit stirring going on here. But if you want to pretend I am you go right ahead!
I just won a Red Sox ticket lottery!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay and I will be at Fenway on September 1 watching the Sox wipe the floor with Orioles jerseys. Can we say EXCITED?!?!?!??! EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and I’ve been asked to promote The Last King of Scotland which I will tell you more about if/when I find out more. I won’t be getting money for the promotion but I might be getting a free DVD. I hope this doesn’t ruin your opinion of me, but I love my Forest Whitaker!!!!!!
This week’s photo obstacles: glare from the sun; power lines; my camera complaining that it didn’t want to focus. An awesome set, nonetheless. GO SEE IT.
There’s a little bit of this:
And a lotta bit of this:
Road trip music was: Oh No ~ OK Go and The Photo Album ~ Death Cab for Cutie. We were too exhausted to listen to music on the way back. Lucy the Devil Dog tired us out. Example of said Devil Dog:
I had a lot to say about yesterday and today but Firefox crashed and Blogger didn’t have a recovered post version. Synopsis: Yesterday was super busy, but the highlight was learning that my FIL once worked for Gerald Bull at Space Research Corp (eeeeek!). Today is super busy with visiting Hay’s meme (français for grandmother) in the hospital, checking on Georgie’s UTI situation, yard work, buying bird and critter food at Home Depot, cashing a rebate check from Circuit City that expires the week that starts today, going to see Hot Fuzz at the only theater around here that feels like playing it, cleaning the house, saving the world, eating pie, and not having coffee with Spéncèr even though he’s currently down the street (figuratively) from me because we’re both too busy — c’est la vie, c’est la guerre.
Oh, one more thing I’m hoping to do today is pick out a semi-permanent hair color in the red family to see if I enjoy being a redhead. It has been suggested to me by certain men in my life that this color might suit me. I personally believe I need to stick to the blonde and brown colors with red as an accent, but pretty persuasion has won me over. I will blog this if I don’t look completely awful (aka my hair falls out or looks like a used toilet). Not sure when I’ll actually get the chance, but hoping to start the browsing process sometime today if we go to the store which we need to do.
Grindhouse was amazing. You need to go see it. The only time you’re allowed a bio break is during the first (slow and painful) 10 minutes of Quentin’s movie, Death Proof. If you go during any other time you’ll be sad you missed what you missed. That’s all I’m going to say, other than this advice was handed down to me by someone very wise.
Our theater only had about 30-40 people in it, but when we came out of our showing there were hundreds of people lined up for the later showing. And they already all had tickets. They were just herded into a big pile. It was crazy.
Next subject. I would like you all to go vote for Avi for Best Humor Blog. It’s a bit of hoop jump to do it, but he really deserves to win that category. To vote for Avi:
I just ate an entire burrito. My tummy is happppppy.
Last night’s Office was a bit weak. Avi and I agree John Krasinski looked tired. Molly and I agree we’re so over Jam it’s not funny. Hay and I loved Angela’s story line the best. The little mini orgasms she kept having over everyone’s recounts were hilarious. And when Creed didn’t play along nicely was the best. Both Hay and I had to look away when we saw Ryan and Kelly making out. GET. A. ROOM. Anyone else want to chime in on the supersized episode?
Hay and I are going directly from work to see GRINDHOUSE and I cannot wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We were also supposed to go to see the in-laws this weekend but that fell through due to weather so I’ll be home on either my living room or office couch feverishly working away on some projects for work that are never going to get done during the work week. Yay, me. At least I have some Lindt wafer milk chocolate bars to help me out with that.
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I am so jealous because Avi is seeing this RIGHT NOW, but Hay and I are going to see Grindhouse this Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!! I’m sure Avi will ruin it for us all in the comments, so visit cautiously. And, in case you need a reminder, here’s the preview:
Totally non sequitur, we saw The Prestige this weekend, which is the movie we actually meant to see when we got The Illusionist. (What? They’re both about magic! And they both have leading ladies who have dated Justin Timberlake!) I really, really, really enjoyed the movie for the following reasons: I love me some yummy Christian Bale, loved his accent, loved his secret(!!!!), and loved that he totally pulled everything over on Hugh Jackman. The part I don’t get, and feel totally stupid about, is the very ending. Is the point that Hugh (with Tesla’s help) is the true magician, performing real magic/wizardry? Even so, what good does it do him? (If you’ve not seen the movie you might not want to visit my comments section, because I expect people will be explaining this to me.)
Hope you all had a great weekend! It was beautiful here.