So very sunburned. I look like a barber's pole.
Also, I have to work in Bellevue this week.
But everything else is pretty darn nifty.
Courtesy KC, The Exorcist in 30 Seconds (and Re-enacted by Bunnies).
Well that week sure did get away from me.
It was a week well spent, though - I took a couple of days off work, and ran off to woods with S. Also, order has been restored, however briefly, to my apartment, and I've been working my through a stack of good books.
More soon, really.
An unexpected package from Amazon arrived for me on Saturday, and anyone who has seen Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind will understand why it would be unsettling to open the box and find a DVD of the John Ford / Henry Fonda classic My Darling Clementine.
I didn't get any further than a non-speculative "Yipes" before I discovered it was traveling with another John Ford / Henry Fonda classic, The Grapes of Wrath.
And then I found the packing slip, and learned the DVDs were Easter gifts from my mom.
I called her and we had a laugh, but I forgot to mention that I think the Creepy Easter DVD could really catch on as a family tradition (I'm hoping for Donnie Darko next year).
How did an Urban Outfitters catalog end up in my mailbox? Don't they know I just turned thirty-three? Shouldn't it spontaneously combust when I touch it?
Dear lord, muscle shirts are back!
Via N, one-stop shopping for all your DJ / Meeting Facilitator / Pro Dom Clown* needs.
*Caveat clickor from the workplace...although you could claim that you were just looking for creative ways to get those contentious staff meetings whipped into shape.
I've been conducting a simulated move - I'm going through everything in my apartment, and if I wouldn't pack it, I'm ditching it. Among the ditched were about a dozen old cassette tapes, most of them mix tapes, some of them Relationship mix tapes, one of them from a guy I don't remember dating. Weird. You'd think I'd remember dating someone called Barry.