Showing posts with label bad movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad movies. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2020

Dragon

I quite love a Kinder Egg, and they've come to be a sort of pick-me-up on days that aren't the best. There's nothing particularly wrong with today -- but I learned (not unexpectedly) that I'll be working from home all summer (and, I think, likely after that too). So I broke out a Kinder Egg.

The chocolate is fine, but the toys are really the best part. And today's toy is a dragon who flaps its wings as it flies. It's pretty swell.

Other good things today: an accidental phone call from a friend that ended up being a long conversation. A text that led to buying a ticket to the drive-in to see Clue. Knowing that berry-picking might still be an option.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Drunken Stool Making

There is so much happiness in my life at the moment.  I am visiting with my sister in Takoma Park, MD, and Sister Love is always a good thing!

Last night, however, was the joy of joys that only a sibling can bring.  My sister and I have a tradition of drinking heavily and watching bad romantic comedies/teen romance movies when we visit.  Last night was no exception!

The best part of the night was in the conversation that follows.

Chrys: Do you have any tools?  I want to put together your stools...
Lauren: Oh!  Yeah! I was planning on putting those together once I got drunk!


My Family is special.
My life is happiness.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Or, the start of the next Scream movie

I have stalkers. You can tell from two subsequent text messages I got yesterday afternoon.

The first, at 4:15 p.m. -- "I'm by your house!"

The second, at 4:25 p.m. -- "I'm in ur house!"

OK -- the first was from my sister, who was in the neighborhood for what must have been a late lunch. And the second was from a friend who is staying with me this week, and who was kind enough to let me know my keys didn't give her any trouble.

But I was mightily amused by the timing and content.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

It's the only reason I watched it

On my flight to Puerto Rico this morning (which, in itself, is another very, very pleasantest thing!), the in-flight movie was called "I Hate Valentine's Day." Although the movie itself was pretty lame, there was one scene where the leading lady -- who was obviously on some combination of lithium and ecstasy throughout first 4/5th of the film -- angrily throws something mushy (I couldn't tell what it was) against a wall, screaming, "Valentine's Day BLOWS!!!!" I almost cheered audibly; the change in attitude was a complete 180 from her previous "Love is wonderful, dating is so much fun, Valentine's Day is the best day EVER!!" mentality.
Isn't bitterness fun??? :-D