I was wearing my Cattleman’s Steak House T-shirt the other day, perfect match. Last night, I had on Cranky Amy’s b-day gift, a T-shirt that says, “Help Airline Security: fly naked.” Sagittarius girls are funny like that.
Going to work, then going to the airport for a shuttle to Dallas. Home for the holidays. Going to be an interesting time, that’s for sure. When Sister depicted me in a performance, she chose a feather duster to display my character. I’ve got her a special “natural lamb’s wool” feather duster to even the score. But that’s about it. Pickings are thin this year.
My Pisces friend and her mother snagged me as an escort for the “Two Towers.” Absolutely packed theater. Got there an hour early, hung about a bit, munched on popcorn, and I kept getting the Pisces to look at her watch. 15 minutes of trailers. Not as bad as I’d heard, and the movie follows one of my hard and fast rules about sequels: don’t change a thing. Guess they didn’t. I didn’t see “Lord of the Rings,” at least not this latest version, so I can’t say.
I was duly impressed with most of the animation sequences. Sword play was pretty cool. The tree guy, though, was pretty much a let down from my own imagination, as were some of the other scenes. Personally, I think I liked the books better. But it’s been a long, long time since I’ve read them. The copy of The Hobbit in my library is old. I checked, and it’s a “23rd printing,” but no date was given.
My little laptop is “having issues,” these days. I spent several hours on fruitless maintenance, so I might be a little short. I have no patience with a recalcitrant machine. “B Tree is corrupt.” Sure, like I know what that is. Guess I know now.
