Look out, folks, she's ready to party.
2.5 miles. I'm a wuss: it was drizzling out, and I just didn't feel like plowing my way through it for the full hour.
Last night, since I am a happenin' single chick this week, I did the major party thing and went to Jerry's Famous Deli for a chat with some online buds.
Okay, so I'm not that happenin' of a single chick.
The get-together was in honor of my friend Pooks, whom I've known electronically for years (since GEnie...whoa) and with whom I've spoken a few times on the phone. I thought she'd be blonde--that's not an insult, that's just how I'd pictured her. She has this soft Texan drawl and I thought she'd have ash blonde hair done up in a twist, but in fact she has short brunette hair.
People never look the way you'd expect.
I came home and watched some of The Thorn Birds (I'd been waiting for the Romance channel to run the 3rd part). 'm finding it's difficult to watch TV without my Powerbook around. Just sitting there watching this big screen makes me restless. Throughout the program I kept getting up and walking into the other room to use the computer.
I may need a 12-step program. But I'll settle for getting my Powerbook (and Darin) back.
Today I sat home and watched the wallpaper peel. Considering we have very little wallpaper in this house, this was a neat trick.
Actually, I rewrote and reorganized the Rewrite Script. The end is actually in sight. Yay.
I watched Independence Day, which I noted has a very long 3rd act. I also watched Surviving Picasso, which was not very good, mainly because of Natascha McElhone's acting and her extremely flat and nasal American-accent voiceover. Anthony Hopkins was very good as Picasso, but the Anthony Hopkins Film Festival may be drawing to a close--I can't take these bad movies any more.
I then watched Highlander, which I have yet to be able to sit all the way through. This time, the fight scene twixt Clancy Brown and Sean Connery sent me fleeing from the room. Was it the obvious stunt doubles? Was it the ridiculous mannequin whose head Clancy Brown eventually hacks off? Was it the silliness of having the Scotsman play the Spaniard and the Frenchman play the Scotsman?
No, it was the fact that the woman in the scene does nothing but yell. Scream! Scream! She doesn't run away, she doesn't try to do anything, she just stands there and yelps. It got really old really fast.
I finished the day with a very good show: Silent Witness: Blood, which I guess is a series from Britain that's co-produced by A&E. The main character is a female forensic pathologist, but she doesn't do everything (the way American detectives do)--she does what she does very well.
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