2 May
Ask and ye shall receive! I wept a little yesterday about wanting a more spring-like design, and Krystyn lept into the breech! Or is it breach? When you leap into it, how do you spell it?
Anyway, thanks Krystyn!
So we saw Entrapment last night.
Nik wasn't wild to see it, but there kinda was nothing else, so we went. It was stupid fun- when you see the female lead come out of the water with the only concession to the water being slightly damp hair, otherwise with full makeup, including liquid eyeliner, you realize that it's the kind of movie that you cannot take it entirely seriously.
I mean, there were plenty of things that were less than realistic, but it was the eyeliner that really got me.
Columbine has completely corrupted me, though. The other day, when she was talking about Jack Chalker's kinks, I laughed, because I love Chalker, but only ever took him at face value.
So, last night while watching Catherine Zeta Jones and her quite spectacular behind wriggle around the screen, all I could think was "Who has the fetish about women doing gymnastics while blindfolded, the screenwriter or the director?"
Not to mention the scene where she does the same gymnastics while wearing black rubber, and Sean Connery, also wearing black rubber, watches her on a little TV, saying things like "Lift your left leg a little more."
I was pure before Columbine.
The line I used as the title for today's entry just about made me laugh myself into a coma. It's my new theme line. I will say it at every opportunity.
Nik's theme line comes from the movie, too. His is Sean Connery's, who says that he is never late, "If I'm late, it's because I am dead." He says that it's kind of alot of pressure, 'cause he never can be late ever ever, but, as I said, he never is anyway, so it's fairly safe.
Got home and watched Bran Stoker's Dracula for about the jillionth time. I do love this movie, partially because it reminds me of when I did Dracula with Peter Rabbit, and partially because it's a really swell movie, but my God Keanu and Winona should be physically restrained from accepting any role requiring an accent ever again.
Today's horoscope:
Your child (or your inner child) needs to visualize something and then create it. Assist artistic endeavors, or crafts, making models, carpentry, etc.
One year ago today:
It's like pulling fucking teeth to get a hash brown in that place!
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