I overreact: part the 198546th

Current mood: Chagrined

Ok, so I was mislead. By many factors. And it is better to err on the side of caution where hodies are concerned, but i still feel like a bit of a wanker. Teach me to listen to Portland area news outlets weather predictions. Ever.

When we got home last night there were HUGE FAT snowflakes falling from the sky. All the weather reports were talking about 5-7 inches of accumulation at 500ft or above. Sylvan Hill crests at 750ft so I was thinking... um...I shouldnt leave my kid there and then have a ton of snow keep me from getting back. So I brought her to work with me. And her gamecube.

Needless to say, no such storm manifested. HUGE shock. Ah well.

I feeeeeeeeeeel you, Joanna

Sweeney Todd. Loved it.

Wasn't exactly what I expected, but still quite good. It was songier than I thought it would be. I suppose its genesis as an opera should have clued me in that there wouldn't be much dialogue. The vocals were all much better than I anticipated. And in typical Burton style, the darkness didn't preclude a grim humor of which I am singly fond.

So, though I would not recommend it unstintingly as I have some other films recently, I do think its worthwhile.

Happy Ho Ho Ho~

Mine was merry this year. Instead of opting for the tradition of the last 4 years which amounted to "spend christmas alone and crying at the movies" I went over and had the holiday with my sisters and their families. T'was grand.
We invented a new tradition this year which I am as yet undecided about; hide the pickle. Yes, that's right, we took a tiny shiny replica of a wee koser dill and hung it on the green green tree. Then whoever was able to find it first amongst the piney boughs was the designated present passer-outer. I opted not to look for the pickle and instead focus on my amaretto to become the official couch passer-outer.
I messed with the mind of my small child in amusing ways to make her think I had given her 5 video games for a gaming system nobody had. Then plopped said system into her lap. Watching the arc from disappointment to giddy delight is far too entertaining for me. My poor poor offspring. I totally set her up.
Merry Merry Christmas y'all.

I need buddies!

For Sweeney Todd this weekend...

You KNOW you want to see this film. Come with me please? It'll be fun! We can have adult beverages before and/or after!

Pretty please?

In my whipsawing life little is certain...

except that you should go see Juno. Seriously. This was the sweetest, most hilarious, and lovely movie I have seen in forever. Plus Michael Cera rocks so hard it is hard to believe.

Free Work Schwag

Yet another reason I heart my new job continually. Merry Christmas to me..........

Mice? Seriously?

Seriously.

Mice ate through my console. Mice chewed off the wires that operated my gas flap release. MICE ate through the rubber liner inside my driver-side door (which, to be fair, was covered in chocolate). I therefore hate mice. Even more than before.

Why they are living in the garage at the body shop I do not know. I would think there were better places to scrounge a meal that in a repair garage. Mice are stupid.

I mean, considering the floor of my car is uniformly littered with all manner of taco bell, macdonalds, jack-in-the-box, and burger king miasma, you would think they could find something tastier than my electronic components.

I love Klaus

I do NOT however, love the bastards who have had their grubby little mitts on him all these past few weeks. I finally manage to escape the purgatory-on-wheels that IS the Ford Mucous only to discover some day-and-a-half later that someone BROKE the console in the middle of my car and CUT THE WIRES which operate my gas can flap release.

SO when I pulled into the gas station (typically, on fuuuuuuuuumes) the attendent looks at me like I am a retard because the repeated attempts to open said gas flap are unsuccessful.

Now everyone knows I am usually VERY SKILLED at opening my gas flap. In fact, I rarely shut my gas flap. So I find it very distressing indeed when I cannot do so when and whither I will.

They took it back. Ostensibly they are fixing it. They dropped me off at work, so as of this moment, I do not know how I am going to get back to my car, or thence, home.

Fuck.

I meant to reccommend

No Country For Old Men the latest offering from the estimable Cohen Bros.

I went and saw this film two weekends ago and I am still feeling the creepy-crawlies about it. This is the first time I can recall having literally squirmed out of my seat with the intensity created on screen.

The subtle psychological violence was far more powerful than a typically overblown graphic thriller-gore. The stoicism of the inexorable antagonist more distressing for the veracity of his detachment. The eerie lack of a score far more immediate than any orchestrated tell.

I cannot recommend this film in terms strong enough. So, go see it man.

I fall down alot...

Certainly a lot more than any other adult I know anyway. I guess if I reflect on the matter at any length, I can say I'm not the most coordinated person I know, and its true my balance cannot be said to be the best around, but still. There's something so profoundly shocking and embarrassing about falling down when you are a full-grown adult. It rivals the aching that goes along with it for the next 3 or 4 days.

Life lesson #45387: Just because you hook your finger into someone's belt loop doesn't mean they aren't going to keep walking away.

Right.