Ugh. There is no one to blame for that loss but ourselves. That was just heartbreaking. It hurts even more to lose after two good periods and a shit-the-bed collapse in the third, second game of a back to back (to over time, with Philly, which is not exactly a spa day) notwithstanding. I actually had to go into my basement and yell for a while. And ( Read more... )

Having Louise as a housemate again forces me to keep somewhat more abreast of current pop culture (if only because we like to sit in different rooms and yell back and forth across the hall to each other about what we're reading on ohnotheydidnt), and it also means I go see movies more often now. We went out and saw Love and Other Drugs this week, which I found ( Read more... )

It's Wednesday, and I'm dumping links instead of writing a long entry about gay cowboys.

Why Exercise Won't Make You Thin. I give up. I have no idea what to believe these days. Though, I think the article remains with the valid point that while you may or may not lose weight from exercise, it's still vital to enhancing heart health and helping ( Read more... )

Last night I sat down and watched the Silent Hill movie, which was visually very cool, but not so much with the dialogue. It had George Lucas syndrome, where people were saying Very Important Things in ways that no real people ever would; the lead actress just couldn't bring them off, though even a really good actress would have had trouble with it ( Read more... )

Man, I had such a moment of schadenfreude today, courtesy of something I read on my flist. It was glorious. No doubt this will come back karmically to bite me in the ass, but it was wholly worth it for the five minutes of nonstop giggling ( Read more... )

ThorneScratch: January and February are months that can just suck it.

twigcollins: These are the months that pay for the summer. The months that make you earn it.

ThorneScratch: The cockpunching months.

twigcollins: Now all I can see is, like, Thorne's 1894 Almanac, in scribbled font ( Read more... )

I hate shopping for furniture. My sole criterion for dining room chairs is evaluating how easily someone can be tied to them, in case an intruder disrupts my dinner party and needs to be subdued.

( Things wot I did this weekend; or, why don't porn shops open before eleven on Sundays? )

I was talking to soranokumo last night, and I ended up confessing to her that I felt I had absolutely nothing to say about anything. So, I looked through my old files and decided to let other people say stuff for me.

...actually, it's sort of a lie because I do have stuff I want to say, about a lot of things-- Swan Lake, the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile, the ( Read more... )

Man, I remember when I used to post nearly every day. Hell, I remember when I posted multiple times a day. Dunno if I should be depressed or relieved. I've been in such a funk lately. But the slow acclimation to a semi-normal sleeping schedule is a bonus, I suppose.

( Ceci n'est pas une entry )

I saw Narnia the other night and quite liked it, although the heating in the theater was broken and we were all huddled up desperately for warmth. I suppose you could think of it as ambient atmosphere for the movie itself-- but then they'd have turned up the goddamn heater at the end, when Narnia thaws. As it was, I'm still muttering about not ( Read more... )