Wednesday, August 29, 2007

sending out mass emails, itching the back

The only way to make "Snakes on a Plane" more ridiculous is to watch it in Spanish.

I love Texas.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

To steal from Mr. Vinyard: "Look, Ma! No Huricane!"

Because I need more pictures of my feet...
The weather was actually fabulously perfect: just warm enough, just breezy enough, and just clear enough for everyone to wind up with a whopping sunburn.
(only true for some people - you know who you are)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

My English major side cries for my lack of full paragraphing.

As I walked to the theater last night in the post-downpour dusk with a touch of BBQ somewhere close on the breeze, I realized that my favorite scent is summer.

I had a dream where--among other things--I told off someone I know who *really* needs to be told off. And then I woke up with an upset stomach. Clearly, I'm not the gal for the job.

The longest of evening of P&P ever led to the latest start of a High School Musical 2 premiere party ever, and eventually full-force mocking by 2 a.m. I think this is how the movie should always be watched, though I'm not baking cupcakes every single time.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

queso and buffalo and flip-flop lines

Why I'm thinking about this at not-quite-2 a.m. is beyond me, but my brain can't quite process that there's any portion of me with a permament tan.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

I need to look into other methods of posting. 21st century, here I come!

Things Saved in My Text Message Drafts Folder Because I Don't Actually Have Time to Post (somewhat expanded now due to lack of character restrictions):

* The new TIME article on China as the next great superpower (and only real threat to that status in the U.S.) has caused me to think only of Firefly. I don't think that was the intention.

* There's little that calms me down more than rainfall; especially when I find myself standing under a tree, completely protected from the otherwise elsewhere downpouring of the sky.

* I think I'd rather deal with the "advanced" lighting systems of olden days and their ever-present possibility of, say, burning the entire theater to the ground, than the modern progress of cellphones ringing in the middle of the climactic scene.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

(But while I have you hear, I'm terribly pleased to note that my paragraph got one of the bigger laughs last night at Spotlighter. I hope this doesn't turn into a constant thing, though.)

One of these days, not too long coming, I will once more win the wrestling match called My Life vs. Pride and Prejudice. One of these days, I will be able to spend more time calling people back, answering the phone on the first ring, and in general update the world more about my presence within it. (Hint: One of these days is not considered this week.)