Last night I decided to try out the DVD player on my computer. I was having a good time when I discovered that I could make screen grabs. Fantastic! A lovely development and I had a most enjoyable evening. Sadly, though, I accidentally hit “Delete all” instead of “Save all,” so it looks like I’ll have to go through all the Michael Vartan bits of Never Been Kissed again. Darn.
Note: It's annoying when you have a line from a movie running through your head. It's even worse when the line is, "And then slaughtered, jolly, with a knife," and you feel the need to mutter it. (The line is from Help, by the way.)
Current song in my head:
“It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi
Article about how virgins are viewed nowadays. It’s interesting that we’ve reached a point where if someone is in his or her 20s and is still a virgin, others view him/her as a freak. Or strange, at the very least. As a 24-year-old virgin, I have to say that I don’t really agree with this point of view. Well, I am strange. But it’s unrelated. I think.
I'm still on a high from last night's episode of Alias. Specifically, the Vaughn/Sydney kiss. Man, Michael Vartan is really good with the walking up and kissing. No talking. Just kissing. Mmm. Yes, I'm a happy place. The episode ended, and Carrie's all, "They killed Francie?!" Me: "Mmm, Vaughn and Syd kissed! They totally made out! Mmmm." And is it wrong that I don't really care that Francie's dead? I'm actually just really happy for the actress. She actually gets to do something now.
Anyway, good weekend. Tubing on Saturday was awesome. Sliding down the hill headfirst was amazing. It was an incredible high; for those 15 seconds, I felt like I was flying. Fantastic. I highly recommend it. I started training to give tours of the First Ladies exhibit at the NMAH. And did I mention that Alias totally kicked ass last night? Because it did.
I think I might have to watch the Michael Vartan parts of Never Been Kissed tonight.
Current song in my head:
"Innocent Journey" by Sonichrome
This article amuses me, mostly because I've known about the wildfeeds for ages, but the headline (and the headline--""Spoiler whores" use satellite dishes to intercept network feeds"--from the site where I found the link) makes it sound novel.
This week's Friday Five
1. What is one thing you don't like about your body?
Just one? Probably my upper arms. I'm working on them, though.
2. What are two things you love about your body?
I'm fond of my face and my forearms.
3. What are three things you want to change about your home?
I'd equalize the temperature so there isn't a huge difference between the temperature upstairs and the temperature downstairs. I'd put in a dishwasher. I'd add a basement for additional storage.
4. What are four books you want to read this year?
I have well more than four piled up, waiting to be read. They include Lost in a Good Book, Grandmere: A Personal History of Eleanor Roosevelt, The Roosevelt Women, and The Other Boleyn Girl.
5. What are five promises you have kept to yourself?
Er. Well, when I started college, my original goal was to graduate with a 3.0 GPA. I then revised that goal to 3.3 GPA, and I wound up graduated with a 3.5. I've lost weight, too. I've lost about 30 pounds in the last two years. It's a very slow downward trend. Um, three more. I don't really make promises to myself. In general, though, I went to a college I loved and had a great time. I got more involved in the world around me after college; namely, I started volunteering at the HOSC. And I have a job I like (most of the time).
Slight spoiler for Angel. I've only seen one episode this season, but I think I'll try to catch that episode. The article mainly discusses Alyson Hannigan's thoughts on the possibility of an eighth season of Buffy.
Speaking of which, my Seasons 2 and 3 DVDs came yesterday. Whee!
I really hope that somebody (Willow or Buffy) heard Xander’s speech to Dawn on last night’s Buffy. I just want to give him a big hug. I *heart* Xander. Oh, and yay for Clem coming back and for Anya’s acknowledgment of the complete nonsense that was "The Gift."
Apparently HBO may make a series out of Good In Bed, by Jennifer Weiner. I loved that book. Go read it.
I was talking with a coworker about what we did this weekend, and I mentioned that I watched A Little Princess last night, and how cute it is, and how much I love that movie. And she was like, “You’re just a softy inside.” Well, yes. Yes I am. And it’s not like it’s something I try to hide. I’m a hopeless romantic who loves cheesy chick flicks, and gets sentimental at stuff like an American winning a gold medal. But apparently I don’t give off that vibe. The coworker didn’t seem surprised that I loved Chicago, a very cynical show. And I am sarcastic. But I don’t know. Maybe I do kind of hide my emotions. But don’t most people?
I’m going to stop thinking about this now.
“Forget About the Boy” from Thoroughly Modern Millie
My association wants its 2006 national conference to be held in Gaylord Opryland in Grapevine, Texas. *pause* *SNERK*
A lot of times, after a three- or four-day weekend, I don’t mind going back to work. Usually, four days at home is enough for me, and I’m ready to get back into a routine. Not so much this weekend. Last night, I was lying in bed thinking how much I didn’t want to go back to work. And I wasn’t wrong. Because, dude. Authors suck. And authors with attitude suck more. And getting up at 6:30 a.m. isn’t fun, either. I much prefer sleeping in, bumming around the house, watching tv, and playing on my computer until all hours.
In other news, how sad is it that Kangaroo Jack was the number one movie at the box office this weekend? And you know that this means there’s going to be a sequel. Sad times we live in.
Current song in my head:
“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by the Beatles
I'm ever so happy. I just bought seasons 2 and 3 of Buffy and only spent $10. Heh. Thank you, amazon.com Visa!
The sunrises this week have been gorgeous. It's supposed to snow tonight into tomorrow morning, so you won't be able to look for one then. But I just thought I'd share.
Okay, you babes of jazz, let's pick up the pace. Let's shake the blues away. Let's make the parties longer and the skirts shorter and shorter. Let's make the music hotter. And let’s all drive to hell in a fast car and KEEP IT HOT!
Chicago
Am in strangely very happy mood. In addition to the Harry Potter news, Fametracker was updated. It's lovely and warm in my office. My work email is functioning again. I have work to keep me occupied, but nothing taxing. I finally dropped my negatives off to get CDs made of my Scotland pictures. It's Wednesday, and I have a 4-day weekend to look forward to. Whee!
Question: Should I join Netflix? Is it worth it? I'm conflicted.
Current song in my head:
"Razzle Dazzle" from Chicago
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be released on June 21, 2003. Happy birthday, Steve!
I had a dream last night that I missed Celebrity Mole. I was kind of upset, but not excessively. It was like, "Man, I missed it? That sucks." *pause* "Oh well." Which is how I would react in real life. But why was I dreaming about this?
In other news, I just attended the dumbest meeting ever. Dumb because it was pointless at the beginning, and annoying because it wound up possibly giving me a whole lot of extra work. The extra work thing is just a maybe, though; here's hoping the work can be avoided.
Current song in my head:
"California Dreamin'" by the Mamas & the Papas
I spent the weekend at the movies. I saw Chicago, Two Weeks Notice, Drumline, Gangs of New York, and Catch Me If You Can. I spent approximately $20. Excellent. Very enjoyable. I would recommend holding off until video for Drumline. While the marching band parts were excellent, I just couldn’t root for the protagonist. I highly recommend Chicago and Catch Me If You Can. Two Weeks Notice was very cute (particularly Hugh Grant). Gangs of New York was good, but overly long. I also saw Monsters, Inc., which was fabulous.
Tonight I really need to clean the bathroom. It’s filthy. I shudder when I walk in there. I also need to sweep (and perhaps also Swiffer) the kitchen floor. But it’s Monday and there’s nothing on tv tonight.
Time is dragging. And I can’t believe it’s only January. But at least I have a four-day weekend coming up. Whee!
Current song in my head:
“All the Small Things” by Blink 182
I was completely useless at work on Wednesday. Like, I didn’t do anything, really. The week in Scotland hit me like a ton of bricks. So I took yesterday off and slept most of the day. It was absolutely lovely. Now I only have to get through today, and it’s the weekend! And though I’m not being incredibly productive, I’m being a bit productive, and time is moving along nicely.
Also, if you’re not watching Scrubs, you should be. Random and weird and very, very funny. I want to date J.D. Hmm, not the first time in my life I’ve had that thought.
Current song in my head:
“After the Glitter Fades” by Stevie Nicks
I did really well on Monday and Tuesday. At work I was wide awake, motivated, and got work done. Today? Not at all. I’m not particularly sleepy, but I’m not very awake either. I have no desire to do anything. At all. I’m trying to remember the names cheap ticket websites and looking up airfare to Dallas. I’m considering doing job searches and apartment searches. I have work to do, but nothing that I feel like doing. I realized that what I feel like doing is reading. I want to curl up with Outlander and read. But it’s not so much an option. I should go grocery shopping tonight. I have a thing to go see tomorrow night at the Kennedy Center. It’s a “Spotlight on Theater” and it’s about Tell Me On a Sunday, which I saw in December. TMOaS is a one-woman show, and Alice Ripley (the one woman) will be participating. It’s sort of a question-and-answer, making-of thing. And it sounds interesting, but right now? I’m apathetic. I’m all, “But that means I have to go downtown and get to the Kennedy Center and I won’t get home right away and can I go to bed now?”
Right. I’m in that mood. I hope it goes away. I kind of want to go to lunch now, just to get away from my desk, but that would make the afternoon killer. Gack.
Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off work. I’m sure my lovely cough and nose blowing isn’t making others in the office happy. And taking the day off would make me happy. Hmmm. We’ll see how I feel later.
Current song in my head:
“I Got You Babe” by Sonny & Cher
Highlights of Scotland trip: Torchlight procession, the world’s longest strip-the-willow, people playing bagpipes and wearing kilts, the Peatbog Fairies, Culloden, the Isle of Sky, Saucy Mary’s, the Green Welly Shop, walking around the quiet streets of Edinburgh at night. I can bore you all with my seven rolls of film later. I’ll try to post some pictures online.
Movies to see: Chicago, Catch Me If You Can, Gangs of New York, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (again, so maybe I’ll understand who everyone is this time), Two Weeks Notice, Drumline.
Chores to do: Unpack, laundry, sort through mail and newspapers, figure out where to put Christmas presents, label pictures, buy food, pay bills.
Health: Continued hacking cough, though not frequently a dry cough, which only makes it hurt more; an occasionally sore throat; a runny nose that’s very loud when blown; a right ear that’s still stopped up.
Work to do: Send Book A to copyeditor electronically, check figures/tables to make sure all are accounted for, clear office, fill out check request, complete forms for Book A, send out letter acknowledging proposal, figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do with Book B, save Book A to computer network, save Book B to computer network (?), email authors to acknowledge receipt of Book A, get Book A copied and FedEx copy to copyeditor. A request to help enter author changes for Book C. Probably other duties. Am not completely sure. Still dealing with reality of being in office after a week in a foreign country.
Looking forward to: Going to lunch, getting pictures developed, re-reading Outlander books, relaxing this weekend.
Places I’d like to go this year: Dallas, Oregon, Charleston, Ohio.
Current song in my head:
“Follow Me” by Uncle Kracker