First things first — Clash of the Titans is starting a run this week at this cool little theater really close to my house that I’ve been wanting to check out. Be prepared new friends: you will be solicited to attend with me. And if I can’t find a taker, I’ll go by myself. Because that is the kind of chick I am. Release the Kraken.
Second, there’s a Rita’s up the street. Didja hear me? Rita’s Mango Misto Shake. Gonna be a cool, cool summer.
Third, cannot wait to attend this. A work friend invited me and it’s close to the office and I can be the religion nerd I am while drinking. Lord, I love being Catholic.
Fourth, the above made me think of this. I’m not sure why this fascinates me…the anachronism of it, the mentality of someone who thinks of this kind of thing and actually carefully constructs it, the fact that it’s not done in a condescending way, something I have had quite enough of, thank you very much. Regardless, I like it.
Sixth, will be spending some time tomorrow talking about Tax Freedom Day and later writing about net neutrality, both of which meet my weekly nerd requirement and, I don’t care what you think, pique my interest. Also, the secrets are being revealed.
Seventh, Saving Grace is a great show and I’m sad to see it end. The promos for this final season include a song from what I believe I can safely say is my favorite album from last year. I cannot listen to it without crying. This song is no exception. I send it out to a friend.
Eighth, I have been unfortunately inundated lately with blogs that try very hard to be interesting and creative (and yes I know where I fall on this scale so shut it.), usually written by young ladies who believe that their thoughts on sex and men and — God, I don’t know, whatever — are riveting reading. Ladies, this is how to be interesting. I used to link to Miss Bunny but she puts some crazy stuff up sometimes and some of the more conservative folks who might read this thing could be offended (hey Pop). But I have mad respect for her. Take a lesson.
Ninth, I think I might go home for Easter. My landlady has fallen in love with Alexander — he has frequent play dates with her cat Dr. Seuss — and she’ll feed and water Sascha, too. Sometimes I am struck by how lucky I am.
Tenth, just because I can’t let it get to me doesn’t mean I don’t care. Just sayin’.