The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I have memorised the Mission Statement [ of the Company ] thanks to old-school mnemonic technology (read: I acronymmed the first letters) so now I can waste the rest of the day.

This morning I went through my photograph shoebox, and found one of Aiain and me coloring on the grass at the farm, and one of Dee at the Justice Brandeis dinner in 1999 (me looking like a charity case and a fashion disaster as per usual, and what the hell was with my hair?) This photo is notable chiefly because it came from someone else's camera and I did not know it existed until this summer past when it dropped out of the Sappho that Andrea gave me, and because in it, Anya is looking sideways at Dee with an expression that says quite tartly 'I'll kill you five times before we hit the ground'.

I do wonder why they hated each other that much. At this distance, and both of them dead and gone, I still have no clue.

But I had really good dreams last night, for a change, and I am going to see a movie, have coffee at a Non-Starbucks, and then spend two hours at the bookstore.

Also, I found Photographic Proof of Mike, Lawrence and Sonya! You'd think the camera would have melted!

Hold me.

IT was a game-show host, for God's sake, and Charles Wallace looked like he did Welch's Juice commercials on the weekends, and where, where were Meg's glasses?

Oh, the wrong. The wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I hope the producers of A Wrinkle In Disney bounce basketballs in pulsating pain-filled rooms in hell.

Compounding insult with injury, that was.

Oh, and I saw Van Helsing today, but the less said about that, the better. I laughed a whole lot. The best thing about it was the cast laughing at themselves the whole -- wait, you mean they were playing those characters straight? Dressed like that? I thought it was tongue-in-cheek, like Moulin Rouge (which also had Richard Roxburgh, incidentally, and David Wenham in a bit part).

Kate Beckinsale was freakin' hot but damn, she cannot act her way out of a red-embroidered, soaking-wet sack. And, well, David Wenham just makes me find my little bit of hetero and polish it up, no matter how ridiculous his costume.

Hugh Jackman was also in it. He was very pretty.

And tomorrow is Tuesday. Run and scream. Run and scream!