All you people who do follow my blog hearten me (and yes, following it on Livejournal counts. It’s the same content. :)). I’d intended to go be a bit Arty last night and go see “The Last Quartet”, except then Ted said it was okay for me to go see Iron Man 3 without him, so, uhm, I did that instead. :) It was pretty good. There was one moment that was perfect. (There were possibly more, but one stands out for me.) I shall say no more until it…
I got up this morning convinced it was Tuesday. That’s just not a great way to start the week. We were halfway through our morning ablutions before I realized all my plans for the day were based on activities that weren’t going to happen because it was only Monday. Agh. I got a new phone. It has the same number as the last one, so if you think I should have your phone number, send me a text with your name in it so I know who you are. :)…
I feel like I should be blogging on big important topics and having meaningful conversations, as many of my friends are doing. The reality, however (as I told someone yesterday when he asked my opinion on a recent tempest in a teacup), is that I lack the time and energy to devote to the big important topics and meaningful conversations that some of my other friends are pursuing. I’m going to just have to go with that, and trust that my half-assed book and movie reviews will be sufficient until…
I am slowly getting there, in terms of amalgamating mizkit.com and cemurphy.net. In fact, tonight I’ll be redirecting cemurphy.net to mizkit.com in preparation for MOUNTAIN ECHOES’s release this week. Nothing is nearly as organized as I’d like, but the basics are in place, which is to say the links should all work with the redirect. I need to go through and fix images, and in the slightly longer run I have hopes of making the CEMurphy.Net pages look different from the mizkit pages (because my delightful web designer lady has…
I can’t be the only person who thinks the trailers for “This is 40” makes me think poking myself in the eye with a sharp needle would be more fun than watching it, can I? Because to me it looks like “This is the most exhausting frustrating tiring annoying parts of your life, played by people a lot thinner, prettier*, and richer than you are, just to make you feel like *extra* shit.” Or maybe I’m just not the target demographic. Maybe I’m twenty years too young or twenty years…