We watched Absolon, which was every bit as bad as we anticipated, and then some. It did, however, have a Highlander reference that made Ted and I shout with laughter, and the sex scene made us say, “Well, at least she didn’t stab him first…”
I also finally got around to reading Neil Gaiman’s Coraline, which is the second creepiest book I’ve ever read. (The first is The House With The Clock in its Walls, by John Bellair.) It was quite wonderful. I enjoyed it a great deal. I shall read it again soon, I think. :)
What else, what else. It’s still very smoky, but that’s okay because it made going for my walk earlier much less overheated. And now it’s tremendously windy, but that probably won’t last into tomorrow, because it keeps doing this at night and dying down during the day. Ted says there’s a prepare-for-evacuation precaution being given to the people who live on Hillside, because it’s so dry and they’re afraid there might be a wildfire up there. And the weather doesn’t look like it’s going to offer rain–forecast says Sunday might be drizzily. That’s not enough to turn down wildfire alerts.
I got my ACLU membership card today, along with a window-sticker that says Card Carrying Member. I may be obliged to buy a car just to put that in the window. :)
Sent my THUNDERBIRD FALLS proposal to Matrice today. Tomorrow I’ll finish up the Bombshell proposal and send that to her, too.
*laugh*! This evening after dinner, which Ted had prepared, Shaun was whining because he’d been wanting candybars lately. I said there was one over on the counter he could have. Ted said, “You could even make it into a s’more!” Shaun said, “I don’t like s’mores,” which was blatantly untrue since we’d just watched him eat several on Saturday when Ted made them. So Shaun corrected himself and said, “The thing is that I’m ruthlessly spoiled!”
RUTHLESSLY! We RUTHLESSLY spoil him! What he *reallly* meant was, he doesn’t like s’mores enough to bother making one himself, particularly in a house where somebody else makes virtually all the food. What he *really* meant was, ‘if it involves any more cooking than taking the burrito out of the freezer and putting it in the microwave, I don’t want to do it!’ Because he is RUTHLESSLY spoiled! RUTHLESSLY!
RUTHLESSLY!
miles to Lothlorien: 117.5
Ruth and Johnny, side by side,
Went out for an auto ride.
John hit a bump,
Ruth hit a tree,
And John kept going, ruthlessly.
I want to be ruthlessly spoiled!!! :)
Only Shaun would say something like that.