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hello, caturday morning
Oct. 11th, 2008 09:49 amI woke up to clouds, which is unusual. I am hoping for more rain.
Something between 2am and now has caused all my fonts and text sizes in Firefox to go haywire and far too small. I think it is fixed now, but ergh.
Koshka seems to be gaining back some of the weight he lost and looks healthier. He is eating more lately.
Last night we saw Burn After Reading, which was pretty good. I don't think it was the best of the Coen brothers but it was funny. I don't think I've ever seen Tilda Swinton look quite so feminine. There's something about her face, the angle of her cheekbones and her mouth that gives her a somewhat otherworldly air. It's attractive and scary at the same time.
Unfortunately I once again ended up sitting next to some bimbo who felt the need to talk and talk and talk. When I politely asked her to stop talking, she was pretty rude. We did the Drafthouse thing, where you contact your server and they came by to ask her to hush. That's when she called me "a fucking third grader." Seriously? Seriously? That was the best insult she could come up with on the spot? Mike spoke to a manager who said whatever needed to be said to get them to shut the fuck up for the rest of the movie. Still, it really made the whole evening irritating.
I wanted to dump my drink in her lap. But I behaved. Sigh.
The Drafthouse runs very specific promos before the movies, before the trailers. They are often hilarious and creative. Ann Richards was in one! But they state in giant letters DO NOT TALK DURING THE MOVIE. How hard is it to shut the hell up for an hour and a half? I think if you are incapable of that then you shouldn't go to the theater. Stay at home.
I want to discuss something I read in the paper this morning. It's going into this LJ cut for length and discussion of sexual abuse.
( article from Austin American Statesman )
Something between 2am and now has caused all my fonts and text sizes in Firefox to go haywire and far too small. I think it is fixed now, but ergh.
Koshka seems to be gaining back some of the weight he lost and looks healthier. He is eating more lately.
Last night we saw Burn After Reading, which was pretty good. I don't think it was the best of the Coen brothers but it was funny. I don't think I've ever seen Tilda Swinton look quite so feminine. There's something about her face, the angle of her cheekbones and her mouth that gives her a somewhat otherworldly air. It's attractive and scary at the same time.
Unfortunately I once again ended up sitting next to some bimbo who felt the need to talk and talk and talk. When I politely asked her to stop talking, she was pretty rude. We did the Drafthouse thing, where you contact your server and they came by to ask her to hush. That's when she called me "a fucking third grader." Seriously? Seriously? That was the best insult she could come up with on the spot? Mike spoke to a manager who said whatever needed to be said to get them to shut the fuck up for the rest of the movie. Still, it really made the whole evening irritating.
I wanted to dump my drink in her lap. But I behaved. Sigh.
The Drafthouse runs very specific promos before the movies, before the trailers. They are often hilarious and creative. Ann Richards was in one! But they state in giant letters DO NOT TALK DURING THE MOVIE. How hard is it to shut the hell up for an hour and a half? I think if you are incapable of that then you shouldn't go to the theater. Stay at home.
I want to discuss something I read in the paper this morning. It's going into this LJ cut for length and discussion of sexual abuse.
( article from Austin American Statesman )