curiousity. you won't be able to resist.
Dead Man's Chest was incredible, of course. The only flaw was it was somewhat long, but that's something the first one suffered from as well, and the first one is still perfect, as far as I'm concerned. [chershey and I went dressed as pirates and somebody wanted to take our picture.] [But our thrown-together costumes were nothing compared to rackstraw, who of course wins at being a pirate.]
Yesterday afternoon I went up to the city to meet Melissa and see Pirates again, but every showing at the Metatron Metreon was sold out until 11:10pm. So we walked around downtown, went shopping but didn't buy anything, split a cream puff at this place where you wait in line for a million years just to get cream puffs [seemed to be the SF equivalent of Magnolia Bakery], meant to go to the bar but it was too crowded, meant to go see the Titanic exhibit but it was too expensive, and ended the evening with some noodles. Although nothing worked out, we still had a good time and giggled so much we couldn't breathe. Melissa and I could probably have a good time with popsicle sticks and gum wrappers and string. We're like the MacGyvers of Fun.
I've been watching The Purifiers while getting ready to go to work. Oh, Dominic Monaghan. I have neglected you for far too long, you sexy Manchurian bastard. The film is pretty awful, though. It's just a very shoddy remake of The Warriors.
Seems like every single Saturday before work I do the laundry, straighten up my closet, and re-paint my nails red. I fall into routine fairly easily. And I'm going to have to track down this shade of red again soon.
/Eleven days til Comic Con ZOMG.
//Will not go buy Harley Quinn comic with much-coveted Alex Ross cover as will be able to purchase at Comic Con.
Yesterday afternoon I went up to the city to meet Melissa and see Pirates again, but every showing at the Metatron Metreon was sold out until 11:10pm. So we walked around downtown, went shopping but didn't buy anything, split a cream puff at this place where you wait in line for a million years just to get cream puffs [seemed to be the SF equivalent of Magnolia Bakery], meant to go to the bar but it was too crowded, meant to go see the Titanic exhibit but it was too expensive, and ended the evening with some noodles. Although nothing worked out, we still had a good time and giggled so much we couldn't breathe. Melissa and I could probably have a good time with popsicle sticks and gum wrappers and string. We're like the MacGyvers of Fun.
I've been watching The Purifiers while getting ready to go to work. Oh, Dominic Monaghan. I have neglected you for far too long, you sexy Manchurian bastard. The film is pretty awful, though. It's just a very shoddy remake of The Warriors.
Seems like every single Saturday before work I do the laundry, straighten up my closet, and re-paint my nails red. I fall into routine fairly easily. And I'm going to have to track down this shade of red again soon.
/Eleven days til Comic Con ZOMG.
//Will not go buy Harley Quinn comic with much-coveted Alex Ross cover as will be able to purchase at Comic Con.