Can you hear me now?

I somehow found myself wandering the streets of GI unexpectedly this afternoon. So I thought it would be a good time for an auditory ramble :)

Movie Madness

The second night of our Movie Madness viewings is over. Oddly, readers picked Forrest Gump as their favourite movie since 1980, yet we had almost twice the audience for Raiders of the Lost Ark :)

So The Grand had around 200 folks in for FG last night. We gave away Tshirts and boxes of chocolates and we had around 350-ish tonight for Raiders and we gave away gift certificates and fake snakes :) I think tomorrow when we show Shawshank Redemption we're giving away foot-long files and more Tshirts.

On the downside it's been like, a thousand degrees out this weekend. I hate the feckin' heat so much.

I'll be interested to see what our turnout will be tomorrow night. But even if it isn't we can still say the weekend was a success. We worried a little about doing this over Memorial weekend but I'm starting to think it was something of a master stroke. Especially for tomorrow's show since people are off work Monday, they may be more inclined to go out on a Sunday night.

It's actually been Big Screen weekend for the kid and me. The MM stuff and then we went to X3 this afternoon which we really enjoyed. I didn't go into it as a hardcore X-Men comic fan and instead went into it as someone who love the first two. That helped the enjoyment factor for me. I still think X2 was the better movie but I dug seeing more of Storm in action and the premise of a cure for mutants was cool. Actually the more I htink about it the more I wish the film could have been done by Singer because I think he would have done a better job. But as a comic action film it wasn't horrible. I'm betting Mike hates it though.

Anyone out there going to see it, be sure to wait through the credits. There's a brief extra scene (very very brief, but cool.)

Anyway, time to hit the sack. I've got a boatload of Soprano's to catch up on tomorrow.

Original Moonshine

EDIT - Hey Michael Rosenbaumers :) I saw someone linked to this post on his forum and that made me smile. He really is quite adorable isn't he? I can't say enough wonderful things about him, his acting, his charm, humour, and hawtness ;) Anyway, just wanted to say hi to his fans stopping by :) Weird dream eh?

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Been a while since I've had a dream worth posting but this morning's was pretty weird. It involved Dolly Parton, Lex Luthor, the band Flyleaf and my friend Tonga.

Tonga and I were going to see Flyleaf perform an acoustic gig inside a big room in this sort of victorian farmhouse. They were opening for Dolly. So we're watching them do their thing - it's a very small audience too - all lined up on the little stage strumming guitars and singing etc. and they finish up so Dolly can get going on her show. I don't remember hearing any music at all, I just know they performed.

Dolly sang part of her first song and I noticed the actor who plays Lex from Smallville sitting near us - but in the dream he *was* Lex Luthor and not Michael Rosenbaum. I remember saying to Tonga that Lex was here. But also, I knew Lex wasn't the evil genius he portrays rather he was a boring old attorney. I dunno. I'm weird and yes I watch too much Smallville.

Anyway, midway through Dolly's first song she stops and pulls Tonga and me onstage and tells us we're going to help her out with a little skit. The skit requires us to change into costumes. Tonga's involved a corset and mine involved a black bouffant, flippy wig that had some kind of glue on the right side that had to be stuck to my cheek to make it look right. It was an elaborate wig as you'd imagine any wig of Dolly's to be.

We do our skit (no idea what the skit was) and it isn't received well - meaning it wasn't that funny - and both Tonga and I were glad to get offstage and back into the audience. Though it was cool to be onstage with Dolly :) When I took the wig off the part that was glued to my cheek just ripped off my skin and it hurt like a bitch. The area of my face had a rectangular, angry red mark on it that burned. I was mortified to have this blotch on my face and I kept trying to use my (real) hair to hide it while trying to stifle whiny moans of pain. I distinctly remember trying not to let Lex see it.

After the show, Dolly is packing up and I approach her with my hand over my cheek and I ask her what the hell that glue is that burns so much and she tells me in her own 'Dolly' way that it ain't no big deal and if I go up to her dressin' room and find a bottle of her 'Original Moonshine' it'll get that red mark right off.

So I go off thinking I'm looking for a still or something and instead find an old-fashioned bottle that looks like the tonic you'd buy in a general store in the 1800s called 'Original Moonshine.'

Then I woke up. The end.

Ahhh Back.

My website decided to take a little holiday and neglected to tell me. I hate it when it does that. In fact it looks like it left part of itself in whatever Happy Place it went off to because not all of it is working.

Oh well. At least I can blog again. That's the important thing :)

Today is my mum's birthday. Happy Birthday Mum, where ever you are. We miss you.

So I couldn't get to sleep last night (or rather, BACK to sleep after the cat decided to try and burrow through my bedroom door just as I was about to have a delicious dream.) So my mind wandered as I lay there and I got to thinking about an incidenet at the grocery store that happened earlier in the evening when a little kid tripped and fell, thwapping her head pretty hard on another lady's shopping cart.

Here's a sign you blog too much. Or possibly that your brain is telling you it's time to start writing again: You begin to think of the incident in descriptive terms. You actually spend whole minutes finding the right adjective to describe the sound her head made as it hit the bottom bar of the cart. And then the next day you actually blog the story.

Sad. :)

Another year

Well. I'm almost 35. w00t. I don't think I'm "suffering" from any sense of doom and gloom at being one year closer to death. Or maybe I am. I don't know, 35 isn't *that* old. At least I don't think of myself as old. Evidently I don't look it according to all the times I've been carded or faced stunned looks of disbelief when people find out I have an almost-15 year old daughter. That amuses me at least.

Anyway as I said I don't feel old. And I shouldnt either. Because 35 is not old. I'm not just saying that either. Or maybe I am. Maybe if I say it often enough it will become true. 35 isn't old. 35 isn't old. :)

Ok enough maudlin moping. I actually had a lovely weekend last week with Gary down and time spent with my new family. I discovered I still can't drink wine or coffee. My cousin is wonderfully talented with pretty much any instrument you throw at him. My other cousin is just a joy to be around. My aunt and uncle are fabulous. Swi is hilarious. "Happy Birthday" should be sung loudly, by many people and completely off-key every time. And Gary is becoming less like "Gary" and more like my Dad.

So yeah, a good time was had. I haven't got any special plans for this weekend, other than maybe doing some spring cleaning. I might take the kid out for dinner tomorrow night. But I do have a bit of a backlog of Netflix and Sopranos I have to catch up on.

There. Birthday blog complete :)

Hi from Jo's

Got into Lincoln a few hours ago and did some minor shopping and now we're at Jo's awaiting a batch of sketti and meatballs before heading off the the Crescent Moon coffeehouse to hear Gunter play.

I've been looking forward to this weekend for a while now. It feels damn good to get away from GI if even for a little while. It's funny how you sort of get used to life and your routines and then a weekend comes along and throws everything off (but in a good way!) and it makes you just feel good. You know?

Anyway, the sauce is bubbling and just about ready. Off I go!