Go see Wall-E.
I can usually find something mean to say about, well, anything.
I can’t thing of a single thing about this film that wasn’t simply wonderful.
It made me gasp aloud in the theater. And cry a little. And laugh a lot. And yes, we’re talking about cartoon robots.
I won’t say any more except that if you haven’t seen it and want someone to go with, this is the sort of film that I would pay to see twice.
Shook me to the core, it did.
I have just been told that, after two years of addressing holiday cards to "Mr. Jon and Mrs. Jane Doe" that this is incorrect business practice and we’re reverting back to addressing them to "Mr. and Mrs. Jon Doe."
I don’t know why this bothers me as much as it does.
I feel utterly nauseous and I kind of want to walk out the door and never turn back.
Incorrect business is to deny a woman’s right to be addressed by her actual name.
I am revolted.
I’m planning to hit the climbing gym this Friday evening if I can get a belay partner.
5:30 PM or so.
It’s HERE
, near Columbus Circle.
1. Playing the djembe: not so easy, actually.
2. I have "a lot of issues going on" (says the PHD in psychology.)
3. Being an office manager sucks.
4. Cooking bullets in an oven will make them go off. (thanks, Mythbusters!)
5. Bulls react to motion, not to the color red. (thanks again, Mythbusters!)
6. Watching TV: pretty educational, actually.
7. In spite of, or perhaps because of everything that has transpired over the past few months, I am more confident than ever that Tuckaberry will be touring full-time within two years and that it will be my primary occupation even sooner.
8. UPS sucks. Still.
and you can buy them