Through The Looking Glass

Skipped yoga. (Morning “quickie” my ass.) Am going to play poker in smoke-filled room. May have fast food for dinner in car en route.

Am completely comfortable with lifestyle.

I am home pretty much every day. All day. I don’t leave often. Today I did – to go to the post office. Twice. The first time was for stamps. The second time was because I checked my mail on the way back into my building and found a delivery notification slip. Dated last Thursday. Not only was I home then, but I’ve checked the mail since. The only day you could have made the attempted delivery is yesterday, when – you guessed it – I was home. This means that you didn’t actually attempt anything, just left a back-dated slip and hoped I wouldn’t notice. Look, I’m lazy too. The stamps I bought were for Thank You notes for wedding gifts. I am barely inside the one-year allowance. But this isn’t about me. It’s about your apparent refusal to punch three numbers (my apartment number, on the package) into the intercom and tell me I have a package. That’s all the extra work required of you. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to come up to my apartment unless I were terribly ill. I always make the trek to the front hall (and it is a trek), because I don’t think other people’s mail should be held up on my account. Have I mentioned that this is a birthday gift? That’s right, your lack of interest in calling me on the intercom could potentially have ruined my birthday. Yes, I am being overly dramatic. You know why? This happens every year around the first week of July. What’s up with that?

The other day I said that Rob Zombie’s new movie, The Devil’s Rejects, has no zombies in it. I withdraw that statement, as the movie stars Sheri Moon Zombie, Rob’s wife and clearly a zombie. I mean, Zombie.

Still kicking my ass.

Hypothesis: Ninjas and Pirates – there’s no difference.
(With sincere apologies to The Ministry of Unknown Science.)

Earlier today my husband sent an email to some friends of ours (hereafter referred to as The Gaming Geeks, or GG) promising lunch and ninjas. The response from one of the GG, who happens to be our BFFN (Best Friend For Now, demoted from BFF – Best Friend Forever – due to curiously timed announcement that he is moving back to Boston [do you think we should be offended that he made this announcement just one week after meeting us?]) read as follows: “Ninjas? NINJAS??? I’m SO THERE. Because as a pirate, I MUST DESTROY THE NINJAS.”

I have had just about enough of the ninja-pirate antagonism.

Ninjas are totally sweet.

Pirates are totally sweet.

Now, can’t everybody get along?

Conclusion: Pirates and Ninjas – there’s no difference.

Not actually. That’s next week. (Can you believe it? It really snuck up on me this year.) You’ll know on the day because you will hear my squeals of delight all the way across town/the country/the world. I will be at the zoo.

I got a present already, though. A box came from Amazon on Saturday and I decided it was OK to open it. Mommy sent Yoga For Urban Living (DVD), Essential Yoga (book) and The Artist’s Way (also book). And not a moment too soon. I did a yoga workout today and it almost killed me.

As a side note, when I look at Will’s profile on Friendster, it tells me that we have seven friends in common. Oh, really? Is that all?

Also, I saw a dead cat on the side of the road yesterday. I wanted to stop but I didn’t know what to do.

Now I’m depressed.

Good. But so tired.

I have had a crazy-busy week. Monday must not have been too hectic, since I don’t remember anything about it. Tuesday I saw Land of the Dead, the new zombie movie from George freakin’ Romero, which was TOTALLY SWEET. Wednesday I spent all day writing my review. Thursday I spent almost all day on the long-neglected laundry, then went to a screening of Rob Zombie’s new movie, The Devil’s Rejects (which remarkably has no zombies in it). Today I am trying to relax. And I know of no better way to relax than to sit in front of the computer for hours, reading stupid shit on the web. But today? Today, dear internet, you have conspired against me. There is nothing to read! No one is updating blogs, posting on forums, or otherwise entertaining me!

It isn’t fair.

(and this is apparently a post title I’ve used before…

Creature Corner – Your Source for Horror

Edited to add links to some other stuff. I don’t know if I’ve posted any of these yet.

Fangoria Convention day one

High Tension Interviews

Fango: panels

Fango: Devil’s Rejects

Fango: day 2