Posts from June, 2011
I could show you a gruesome photo of my Frankenstein finger. But since [I hope] most of you aren’t psychopaths,* you would probably like this bright blue sky better.
*Go read the sample chapter. Love Jon Ronson, loved this book.
The story of my weekend can be told in movies. Not so much that parts of me relate to parts of these, though maybe they DO, but that I basically did nothing but watch movies all weekend.
And as a result, finally, I’m feeling kinda sorta better in my finger.* But the rest of me is still woozy and temperamental thanks to the hefty dose of antibiotic I gulp down twice a day until SATURDAY, which feels like a really long way away when your thinker isn’t being good about thinking.
Women Art Revolution
Father of the Bride
(FOTB is perfect for sick day viewings, except that Nina and the daughter (bride) are such assholes about money, I want to punch them and say, “Look how cute your father/husband Steve Martin is and shut up now, please.” Also, this movie would make a great horror trailer cut. (There’s this, but it misses the mark.)
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with yummy Paul Newman
Tree of Life with interminable Windows screen-saver scenes
Postcards from the Edge where Meryl Streep sings
An Affair to Remember where everyone is adorable
And if Netflix had been on it, don’t think I’m above chasing Affair with The Parent Trap (original Hayley Mills version, duh). Instead, I did nothing at my desk instead of on my couch for a while.
*Until I started typing this morning, when, even using four fingers, my stitches started to pull again. Back to eight-finger slowpoke now.