Rituals.

I know it's weird, but blooming lilies have always reminded me of Ursula's lipstick, from Disney's Little Mermaid. I know, weird.

Is it wrong that I am more upset about my cat dying than my grandmother? It seems like it should be, but I don't think it bothers me because, frankly, I was a lot closer to my cat than my grandmother. It's a sad fact, but it's true. I imagine you'd feel the same way in the same situation. Sorry.

My Grandmother Just Died.

temporal bubble or gap in your memory, you still have delusions that I am "cool" in any way, or am anything but a super-geek, then STOP READING!!! Because this post will prove once and for all that I have far too much time on my hands. (Although, thankfully I have yet to cross into "nerd" territory, because this stuff is still just a hobby for me and not the focus of my life.) But to the point. I just saw Batman Begins. I literately just got home from seeing it. Now as Batman is my favorite character (well, tied with Catwoman of course), you know I'm going to have plenty to say. I filled up five and a half pages in my notebook with comments (good and bad). Granted, it's on half-size pages and written in permanent marker, in the dark. But it would still equal about two pages. So let's get to it. (oh yeah, little warning about spoilers, they're in here, whatever.) Item 1. Bruce Wayne discovers the cave of bats under his mansion at his parents funeral,

But I really do mean it. I never gave into the hype of the show and I only watch the try-outs in the beginning because they're incredibly amusing, but... Kelly Clarkson actually deserves to be famous. She's got a bunch of great songs. "Miss Independent" was decent. "Breakaway" was wonderful. And "Since U Been Gone" and "Behind These Hazel Eyes" are both great. The rest of the Idols can all go to hell (and they probably will), but I like her. Sorry. (oh, I added some new links and quotes, and there's now a "quote of the day" footer at the bottom of the page (though that seems obvious since I called it a "footer")) Whatever. Lata.

My cat died. I loved him. My huge, floppy-eared, ball of fluff. The sweetest, kindest cat you'd ever known. And the laziest one too. When my younger siblings were, well, younger, we had gates to block various doors. This cat would sit and meow at you for to either lift him over or move the gate. He'd sit on the floor by your bed for twenty minutes before jumping up. He wasn't always good at sensing when you needed comfort because he always avoided me when I was sick. But he never against descriminated a bed. He'd pick a bed for the day and that's where he'd spend his time. The next day, it would be a different bed. Sometimes, he'd hit every single bed all in the same day. He was one of the fattest cats you'd every seen, too, but I loved him. I'm gonna miss you Sandy. And next week I have to go visit my dying grandmother. I was already sad. But now I'm depressed. bye.

But today, I am wearing a skirt. I'll give you a few moments while someone discovers your body and attempts CPR. Don't worry, if this doesn't work, someone has already called an ambulance. Which is good, because you're not responding. Now you've gone without oxygen for 2 minutes. You only have 60 more seconds before you begin to suffer permanent brain damage. So you're awfully lucky that Emergency Services have such rapid response time. Because they've made it and now they're charging up the defibrillator. Clear. Flatline. Clear. Flatline. Clear. Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh thank god you're still alive. As I was saying, I'm wearing a skirt. It's from Old Navy and I really, really like it. Now, I'm not actually going anywhere. And that may seem to deminish the significance. In reality though, if I was going somewhere, I'd be more willing to wear a skirt because there would actually be a purpose to it. But to just be sitting around the apartme

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table: Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon it

That Billy Crudup is the voice of the Mastercard commercials? Seriously. http://http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/ That's his IMDB site. And franklly he looks A LOT better in the "satisfying a much needed slushy fix" commercial. I'm actually a little disappointed. Crudup's annoying and he dumped his pregnant wife/girlfriend for another woman. Loser. Later.

I am terribly excited about the new season of Stargate SG-1. Really I am. I can't wait for Ben Browder (Farscape) to be on the show, e ven though I have this sinking feeling in my gut that his character is going to be a jerk. I hope not, and I'll love him no matter what, but it's just a hunch. Anyway, I know (at least I'm pretty sure) I've said this before. But it really needs said again. BRING BACK JONAS QUINN ( i.e Corin Nemic) !!!!! I love him. He's hot. And, you know, his character and acting are good too. Later. (jonas rocks!)