I made it to 2:12. Right after the lyrics, "cause there's some honchos that need to be made." (at least, I'm pretty sure that's what the lyrics were).
Yep. Dead.
And I was just thinking, "Oh hey, that's me once a month when I'm trying to capture my cat so I can give her her damn flea pill."
At 2:09 in the trailer: Did anyone else get a Sigourney-Weaver-in-Alien vibe from seeing that?
Also, I can't wait to watch the shit out of this movie.
I've had a flickr account for years, and I've never made the association, until just now. Thanks for that.
Will do! Granted, I'm only 15% of the way through, but I'm really liking it so far. All the backstory/history of Derry is driving me a little nuts, but I feel like it's definitely needed for this story.
Vaginal Carbs: The newest food craze coming to a city near you.
Well, I already read it, so it's too late to give it a pass :) But I loved it, despite the unlikable main characters.
Exactly. A non-creepy compliment from a man is totally possible, because it happened to me just a few days ago. The guy and I were walking in opposite directions, and right before he passed me, he said, "I like your jeans!" His tone was friendly, I said "Thanks" and we both kept on walking. No harm done.
But that doesn't sound strange at all. I say "It's so great to meet you" all the time to people I'm meeting for the first time through mutual friends/in real life.
Now, if she was saying, "Oh wow! You look just like your profile picture!" that would definitely be a giveaway :)
Oh, and I just finished Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. Highly recommended, but holy cherries on a stick, if you aren't secure in your relationship/marriage, this book will mess with your head. But seriously, read it though.
I'm finally reading Stephen King's IT, something I've been meaning to read for years now. I figured October would be the perfect time for it :)
As for the Pen and Ink book, I pre-ordered that months ago, and it should be on its way soon. I absolutely love Wendy MacNaughton's work! Her recent one, Meanwhile in San…
Add fuzzy fur to just about anything, and BOOM. It's adorable.
Except tarantulas. Fuck tarantulas.
Ooh yes, the forgetting-about-a-table, that one too. I suddenly realize it's been half an hour and I STILL haven't taken table 43's food order, and my brain explodes.
I haven't waited tables in seven years, and yet STILL, my most common stress dream is me waiting tables while every type of fuckery that can happen, happens. Quadruple-sat? Check. Drink orders such as hot tea/coffee/complicated cocktails all day long? Check. Cooks fucking up my orders? Check. Horrible customers that…
Yep. I sort of got a Sunshine vibe from this, minus the whole reigniting the sun thing.
I'll definitely see it.
Yesssss. I've been wanting to be Louise for halloween forever. Bonus: my fella could dress up as Tina. Boom. Done.
Sexy ghost wins forever and ever.
I love my upright Dyson, but yes, I would USE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.