this and that ... the usual stuff
Jan. 15th, 2011 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinI really ought to be doing something on this beautiful Saturday when it's partly cloudy and 73 Fahrenheit out there, but I'm still sniffly and coughing, and I can't be arsed to get out of my pajamas. Hell, I can't even be bothered to wash the dishes.
In spite of all the delicious food in the hobbit hole, I got Chinese delivered last night. Fried rice, one entree, and two half orders of appetizers. Dinner was a feast, and breakfast consisted of leftover entree. I still have most of the fried rice left, so I will probably have it for dinner tonight. Yum yum yum yum yum. Other than that, though, I'm eating like I should. Hot soups, water, and juices rule the kitchen, and I'm getting really sick of it.
The Disney resort in Anaheim is doing a promotion for SoCA residents. Two days admission for $99. Since an adult's one-day admission is $76 or $78, $99 for two days is less offensive. Still pretty expensive, but Mom hasn't been to California Adventure, so we'll go this spring. How I'm going to keep from giggling (and therefore having to explain why it's funny) in front of Mom when we pass this poster is beyond me.
In the interests of thorough research, I've started to watch more Sherlocks than this young whippersnapper Cumberbatch. I rented Basil Rathbone's first adventure, The Hound of the Baskervilles and watched it last night. A little slow a times, but appropriately eerie and tense. I shall return it for more of Basil Rathbone, and then I'll move on to Peter Cushing. While the DVDs are in transit, I placate myself with the gorgeous Jeremy Brett on Netflix.
I've finally started reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and I'm enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would. I have a hard time with abstract art, whether it's visual, written, or musical, and I wasn't sure if I could get through Alice, but I'm eating it up.
Now I have to take back the can't-be-bothered stuff. Dad just called and wants me to drive with him to the car repair shop, so I have to shower and get dressed in jeans -- I could go all grungy, but my hair is a weird and wild mess every time I get out of bed. I shall extract a fee from Dad when I'm driving him home: he must go into the sweet shop on Second Street before I drop him off.
Edit: the sweet shop has Curly Wurlies! I've heard about them on QI, so I bought one, even though I'm not a huge fan of caramel. It's pretty good.
Hooray for holiday weekends! With Monday off, I will have a second chance to go out and do stuff before I go back to work.
In spite of all the delicious food in the hobbit hole, I got Chinese delivered last night. Fried rice, one entree, and two half orders of appetizers. Dinner was a feast, and breakfast consisted of leftover entree. I still have most of the fried rice left, so I will probably have it for dinner tonight. Yum yum yum yum yum. Other than that, though, I'm eating like I should. Hot soups, water, and juices rule the kitchen, and I'm getting really sick of it.
The Disney resort in Anaheim is doing a promotion for SoCA residents. Two days admission for $99. Since an adult's one-day admission is $76 or $78, $99 for two days is less offensive. Still pretty expensive, but Mom hasn't been to California Adventure, so we'll go this spring. How I'm going to keep from giggling (and therefore having to explain why it's funny) in front of Mom when we pass this poster is beyond me.
In the interests of thorough research, I've started to watch more Sherlocks than this young whippersnapper Cumberbatch. I rented Basil Rathbone's first adventure, The Hound of the Baskervilles and watched it last night. A little slow a times, but appropriately eerie and tense. I shall return it for more of Basil Rathbone, and then I'll move on to Peter Cushing. While the DVDs are in transit, I placate myself with the gorgeous Jeremy Brett on Netflix.
I've finally started reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and I'm enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would. I have a hard time with abstract art, whether it's visual, written, or musical, and I wasn't sure if I could get through Alice, but I'm eating it up.
Now I have to take back the can't-be-bothered stuff. Dad just called and wants me to drive with him to the car repair shop, so I have to shower and get dressed in jeans -- I could go all grungy, but my hair is a weird and wild mess every time I get out of bed. I shall extract a fee from Dad when I'm driving him home: he must go into the sweet shop on Second Street before I drop him off.
Edit: the sweet shop has Curly Wurlies! I've heard about them on QI, so I bought one, even though I'm not a huge fan of caramel. It's pretty good.
Hooray for holiday weekends! With Monday off, I will have a second chance to go out and do stuff before I go back to work.
