here.
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We watched
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory this weekend. As usual – I swear to god, I say this about every movie I’ve ever watched – I didn’t expect to like it much, but ended up liking it a great deal. All I knew about the movie was what I’d seen in commercials, and the voice Johnny Depp was affecting as Willie Wonka really annoyed me. I expected to be annoyed throughout the entire movie, and surprisingly I wasn’t. At all! Well, except for the few times when he sounded an AWFUL lot like
Dr. Evil.
Good movie. I recommend it! I don’t know how it compares to
Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, though, since I’ve actually never seen that version.
I know. I live a deprived life.
Yesterday, I watched
Prozac Nation, and it was borrrrrrrrring. Snoresville, that one. Only watch it if you have an urgent need to see Christina Ricci’s boobs, that’s my advice.
Elizabeth Wurtzel strikes me as spectacularly self-absorbed (pot! kettle! black!), and I think the movie did the book justice – but then, it’s been 10 years or more since I read the book, so perhaps I’m not remembering it correctly.
I suspect I am, though.
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Currently
reading:
Everyone Worth Knowing, by Lauren Weisberger. It’s, eh. Okay, I suppose. It’s taking me for-fucking-ever to get it read, though. I think I might not be that into it. It’s got me interested enough to keep reading, but when I’m trying to decide whether to catch up on my taped episodes of Boomtown or sit and read, Boomtown always wins out.
Boomtown is one damn fine show, by the way. In case you were wondering. I just watched the pilot yesterday, and noticed a couple of things that I suspect the writers were going to make one of Fearless’s “things”, but as far as I can tell haven’t really shown up in the shows since. One was Fearless saying “You get a story with this one” at least twice during the show, but I have to say that I don’t remember hearing him say that again. The other was his “list.” I do remember that coming up in another episode, but if I recall correctly, we only actually see the list in the pilot, when he’s crossing off “Sleep with a hooker.”
Love that Fearless. This is probably one of the best cast shows I’ve ever seen. I might just have to suck it up and put the whole season of DVDs (only 18 shows! Wah!) on my wish list.
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After reading
this entry of Yvonne’s, I feel compelled to share with y’all that if I come across a pile of cat barf on the floor during the day when Fred isn’t home, 9 times out of 10 I’ll step over it and keep going. If I spot it and Fred is home, I’ll announce “Cat barf! Clean it up!” My thinking is that I am now cleaning out the litter box twice a day, and not only am I cleaning out the litter box twice a day, but I’m also – at least one of those times – spraying Windex on the bottom and sides of the container the litter box sits in, and wiping up cat pee (have I mentioned that cat pee is the most horrific smelling stuff in the world?), because Spanky is a motherfucker who pees over the side of the litter box when he pees, and I figure that I deal with cat shit often enough that I don’t have to deal with cat puke as well, so it’s Not My Job.
The other 1/10th of the time, if the puke is fairly solid or I’m in a pissy “GOD this house is a shithole!” mood, I’ll clean it up.
Besides, pretty often I’ll step over a pile of puke and come back two hours later to find it mysteriously gone. Just me and the cats in the house, and the puke is gone, and I know
I didn’t clean it up.
Hmm. You s’pose those damn cats have figured out how to work the paper towels?
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Yesterday, the guy was supposed to come and replace the two side windows in the kitten room (it’s still considered the kitten room even if there aren’t any kittens in there, y’know), so Monday evening Fred tried three separate times to get the guy on the phone to see what time he was planning on being here, so I wouldn’t still be asleep when he showed up. Each of the three times he got voicemail, and the third time he paged the guy with our home phone number.
The guy never bothered to call back.
I had intended to put all the cats in the master bedroom yesterday morning before the guy got here, so they wouldn’t get in the way or be nosy and end up falling from the second floor onto the concrete front step. But after the guy so was so clearly avoiding Fred’s calls and couldn’t be bothered to call, I was pretty damn sure he wasn’t going to bother to show up, and so I let the cats roam free.
And yet, I still rolled out of bed and made sure that I was showered and dressed well before 8:00, just in case.
8:00 came and went. Fred called at about 8:15 to see if the guy had showed up, and when he found that he hadn’t, he said “I’m going to go call him.”
Two minutes later the phone rang, and it was the guy (I can’t call him the window guy, ’cause he’s really more a handyman/ fix-it kinda guy), and he said “Miz And3rson, this is (his name), we were supposed to be there this morning to do your windows?”
“Yes you were,” I said.
“Well, it’s supposed to be stormy, and I wouldn’t want to have it start pouring rain when we’ve got those windows popped out, so we’re going to come tomorrow morning, if that fits in with your schedule.”
“Oh, sure!” I said. “I have no life, y’all just meander your useless asses along whenever you feel like it, I’m sure I’ll be here, having no life at all.”
Or perhaps I said “Yeah, I’ll be here.” One or the other.
“Okay then,” he said. “We’ll see you then!”
“Mm’kay. Buh-bye,” I said, and hung up. Then I called Fred and said “What did you DO?”
“Oh, did they show up?” he said, laughing.
“No, he just called to tell me they wouldn’t be here today.”
Apparently Fred had called and left a message with Useless, asking if he was planning on showing up or what, and asked Useless to call him back, and left his office number. Useless has apparently already figured out that I’m the nice one – at least to his face; probably he didn’t know that I intended to be snarky about him on the internet – and instead of calling Fred at the office, he called me at home.
It’s 7:45, and I’m skeptical that he’s going to actually show up. The fucker.
Update: It’s 8:15, and he’s in the driveway getting his stuff together to do the job. Who’d’ve thunk he’d actually show up?
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A rare shot of all six of them.
“Mom, I just don’t GET it! I can SMELL the food, but I can’t GET to the food. GIVE ME FOOD!”
He does this every single time I open the fridge, by the way.
The careful balancing of kitten on the back of the chair is a sight not to be missed! Or something.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2004: Stuff I’ve bought.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: “Hey!” I said, shaking the cage. “Stop that!”
1999: No entry.]]>