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I discovered yesterday that if you aren't eligible to vote in the election (why did my mother choose Canadian/Trinidadian dual citizenship for me instead of Canadian/American, dammit?!?) the best way to soothe your jangled nerves is to go see LASER POP at the planetarium. Because nothing puts you into a vegetative state of pure confounded pleasure faster than Justin Timberlake's heartbreak as interpreted by a laser re-creation of aurora borealis. Seriously, why the smeg did they choose "Never Again" for the show? Why the slowest song on the album and not something that had an actual beat to it? Oh, well. At least I didn't get pinkeye from the gift shop toys like my sister did.
So I watched Everwood tonight and, um...is Hannah supposed to be annoying? Because I got a real Fred-like vibe from her that I didn't like one bit. Before that I was watching Gosford Park, and in the "making of" there's this shot of Clive Owen talking to Altman and in the middle of the conversation Altman casually reaches up to straighten Clive's tie and I WANT THAT TO BE ME. Er...the one nonchalantly grooming Clive Owen, that is. I have no Robert Altman fantasies. And Ryan Phillippe's Scottish accent somehow gets worse and worse every time. God, I love that movie.
The Wee Sister sent me a warning note (re: the pinkeye) wherein she cussed out the gift shop toys and the infected children who played with them, but as of yet my eyes are still white and non-itchy. Only, my ear is plugged and a little hurty; could I possibly have PINKEYE OF THE EAR?
So I watched Everwood tonight and, um...is Hannah supposed to be annoying? Because I got a real Fred-like vibe from her that I didn't like one bit. Before that I was watching Gosford Park, and in the "making of" there's this shot of Clive Owen talking to Altman and in the middle of the conversation Altman casually reaches up to straighten Clive's tie and I WANT THAT TO BE ME. Er...the one nonchalantly grooming Clive Owen, that is. I have no Robert Altman fantasies. And Ryan Phillippe's Scottish accent somehow gets worse and worse every time. God, I love that movie.
The Wee Sister sent me a warning note (re: the pinkeye) wherein she cussed out the gift shop toys and the infected children who played with them, but as of yet my eyes are still white and non-itchy. Only, my ear is plugged and a little hurty; could I possibly have PINKEYE OF THE EAR?
