Saturday,
March 6, 2004
The heck with Sunday -- today was my day of rest
And I deserved it, after fending off a certain black and white cat for half the night. MY cat climbs on the bed, kneads my comforter for a few minutes, then settles down at the foot of the bed for a snooze. Jordan, on the other hand, climbs on the bed, kneads ME, headbutts me so that I'll scratch his chin, licks my elbow so that I'll scratch his chin, meows piteously so that I'll scratch his chin, and if none of those work will curl up on my head or between my ankles so that I'll wake up the moment I move and then scratch his chin.
I swear -- black and white fur slippers are in my future, mark my words.
However, the rest of the day was lovely -- I used my Blockbuster gift cards to pick up LOST IN TRANSLATION and SECONDHAND LIONS (both good movies, but SECONDHAND LIONS is a must-see if you live in or come from Texas), and we had a long awaited Saturday Movie Afternoon.
Random musings:
- Good Lord, but Scarlett Johansson has bee-stung lips, doesn't she? Good actress, but I kept getting distracted by her mouth.
- Bill Murray, on the other hand, has quite a nice body (as viewed in the swimming and bath scenes).
- And I can see why he earned an Oscar nom -- the look on his face after a certain musical contretemps was priceless).
- We're going to do our damndest to scrape together the money for Worldcon '07 in Yokohama (I think it's Yokohama, anyway) -- I gotta see this country first-hand.
- Robert Duvall is so damn marvelous.
- Michael Caine can actually do a halfway decent Southwestern accent -- he slips a bit here and there, but overall I was quite impressed.
- I started bouncing up and down on the couch when I realized that Berke Breathed (of Bloom County, Outland and Opus fame) had done the illustrations for Walter's comic strip "Walter and Jasmine."
Once we have money, I think we're going to buy both of these for our collection. And maybe a real sound system, too.
The
rest of the evening was spent knitting, indulging in some much needed Tin Roof
ice cream and Fig Newtons (leave me alone, I'm cramping, bloated and foul-tempered)
and watching TV with the Bodacious Brit, including Colin Firth's turn as host
on Saturday Night Live (is it my imagination, or did he initially introduce
the musical guest as "Laura Jones?") and an episode of SHE SPIES.
Speaking of nice bodies, Cameron Daddo is a bit of all right, isn't he? There's
something about a young man with prematurely greying hair in a Caesar haircut
that I find immensely sexy, dunno why.
Remember, I'm hormonal -- I don't need logic at the moment.
Although it seems
that I do need painkillers. Crap -- I think we have more weather moving into
the area. Either that, or there's a tribe of leprechauns who are trying to break
their way out of my sinuses with their shilleighlies. Time to go take some ibuprofen,
some Sudafed and lock the damn cats out of the bedroom for the evening -- I
have contract work to do tomorrow!