I just got finished watching the original Stepford Wives. It is uber-creepy. Plus the actress who plays the main chick is named Katharine and she spells it like me, which is way cool. So now I want to see the new one even though it will probably be exactly the same.
Oh, and I saw King Arthur today with Brad, Helen and Dougie. We missed the first few minutes cuz we came in late, but the movie kicked ass. It was *funny*! Some of what we were laughing at probably wasn't *supposed* to be funny, but we were practically rolling on the floor.
My fave new quote from the movie:
Lancelot: Are you worried? There are a lot of lonely men out there. (talking about the approaching army)
Guinevere: Don't worry. I won't let them rape you.
I don't normally want to see a movie again as soon as I've finished it, but I want to go see King Arthur again in case I missed anything the first time.
What am I doing? If I'm talking about my day, I should have started at the beginning, shouldn't I? This morning, I couldn't sleep, so I was up in Mom's room with the baby, too, at about 6:40 AM, when we heard this loud pop kinda noise. It sorta sounded like a gunshot, except louder. Well we went downstairs to investigate. Mom goes to the window, then starts yelling at Aileen to call 911 because there's a wreck in our front yard. So I go outside to check it out. Turns out a car full of drunken Mexicans were driving down the highway when they went off the road, took out are mailbox, destroyed a (very persistent) bush, and *demolished* two parked cars (no one was currently using either of them, but they did both work, till now anyway) easily a few hundred yards from where they first went off the road. It's a good thing they didn't hit the house; they probably would've kept going right into the living room. One of the cars they hit was an *extremely* heavy car and it managed to get pushed a few car lengths back plus half-way out into the road. The other one got smushed pretty good and pushed several feet back and several feet closer to the pond. I, for one, would have been greatly amused if it had been pushed *into* the pond. The best part may have been when they cuffed the driver and hauled him away in the state trooper's car. It was easily two hours after the accident before the state trooper showed up to give the breathalyzer and he apparently still blew way over the legal driving limit. From what we know, the car at least did have insurance so we shouldn't be completely screwed.
Oh and for some reason I haven't quite figured out yet, my mom decided to take most of the next two weeks off work to work on the house. She and Aileen and Tamie took out the partial wall separating the hallway across from Helen's room and Michael's old room while I was taking a nap this morning. Then this evening when I we got back from the movies they were painting the ceiling and a base coat on the walls. It was after dark by this point, so they couldn't really keep the door open that much because they didn't want to draw bugs. So most of the late evening was spent in a paint-fumes fugue state. I'm surprised no one passed out. The fumes have cleared off now, for the most part.
I'm not even going to start on the Queer as Folk season finale that was on tonight... I'm quite pissed off at Showtime for a number of things, not least among them naming Mel's baby Jenny Rebecca! What kind of a name is Jenny Rebecca? (This rant may be continued later today after I've slept, or maybe not.) Don't get me started on the previews for Season 5 coming next *spring!* *SPRING!*
*sigh* And now I'm being kicked off my computer so Aileen can use her lovely new webcam (which apparently won't work with *her* computer) and talk to boys. Hopefully I can manage to kick Zoe off of Super Mario Kart so I can get some sleep or read a book or something... Shouldn't I be sleepy since I've only had about 3 hours sleep in the last day and a half? Then again, in the day and a half before that, I was only *awake* for 7 hours, total. It's either a drought or a flood, I guess.
Did I mention that I bought all five HP books in paper back? I ordered them straight from the UK, so they're complete with all the original spellings and words and stuff. Cool, doncha think? Well, those of you who could give a flying fuck about Harry Potter, that is. Really gotta get off now. My coffee is getting cold anyway. Talk to you all later. One last thing, any word from Laura yet?
(I didn't have time to read this over for glaring typos before posting it, so if there's any that are overly embarassing, please let me know so I can fix them.)