Back a half hour ago from The Dark Knight viewing. I would have gone later--I usually like going to the theater at least two weeks after a movie has released, so as to avoid the annoying old fogies in back of me who laugh at every little thing even though it's not funny--but my mom forced my sister and me out of the house in a poorly disguised ( Read more... )

Am back from my weekend in SF. There was one v. steep hill where everyone in my family save myself thought our van was going to flip over going down. (I'm not creative enough to imagine such scenarios.) I was gleefully squealing like a piglet in the passenger seat, having the time of my life. I like heights too much. There was a Paul Frank store in ( Read more... )