I'm supposed to post the new Prove Me Wrong today. I will, eventually, but it's harder finding facts than I though it would be. Well, not FACTS, but INTERESTING facts. So I'd thought I'd randomize a little for now...
I'm a crappy relative. I never call anyone but my mother, I rarely talk to my own sister, and my dad and I have a long standing rule of "don't call unless someone's dead or it's a birthday". I used to talk to my sister-in-law (who is THE coolest) just about every day, but that panned out when I got sick of waking up at 5 AM with the hub-unit just to give him coffee he wouldn't drink. And my in-law parentals? Don't get me STARTED.
The hub-unit came home early last night, and by early I mean that they kicked him off of night check and out of his workcenter to go to another work center starting on day check THIS MORNING. I hate having him on day check, as nothing gets done during the week and then he doesn't have time to rest on the weekend.
Just bought and devoured the Da Vinci COde. oooh, the ending gave me goosebumps. Angels and Demons was pretty fantab by the same guy, but no bumpies like the DVC.
Tried to print out my own copy of the Book this morning, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I feel the need to finish the rest of it before just printing out one volume, for some reason. It's crap anyway, no matter what the Great Randini has to say about "the novelty never wearing off". What the fuck does that mean, anyway? My shit is novelty? Damn, and here I was under the impression that I was writing the Great American Novel. Feh.
Made the hub-unit sit down with me yesterday and watch Into the Woods, which is my omygodfucking favorite musical of all time. I could watch it back-to-back eight times in a row. Which I have. And probably will again. I love Netflix.
The new Lemony SNicket book came out! Woo! If yall haven't read them, you should at least steal a copy from some unsuspecting sixth grader and check it out. I think they're fucking HYSTERICAL, even though they're not supposed to be. Well, they're supposed to be, but in a very subversive way.
To this day, it kills me to know that A) I have lived in San Francisco most of my life, and yet I've never seen Margaret Cho on stage, nor have I seen Beach Blanket Babylon, and B) I have lived in Washington for five years now, two hours from Seattle, and I'm here about ten years too late for the damn Grunge movement of which I was a big part of. Dammit.
Anyway, I'm off to find something for Prove Me Wrong. And to take a nap.