Things I watch and wonder and do:

We watched Taledega Nights: Ricky Bobby Story tonight. It had some very funny moments but also dragged in places. I think the whole Wil Ferrell/Judd Apatow team could use some fresh blood...new writers or something. I daresay it's high time Wil Ferrell branched out into something besides juvenile comedy.

Battlestar Galactica was kind of a disappointment as well. How much longer are they going to tease us with promises of Baltar getting his due? I know there was supposed to be a death, but the way all that was handled was just...expected I think. I don't like to guess what's going to happen five minutes into an episode. Nor do I care for the whole "OMG It's YOOOOOOOU!!" reveal only to tell us jack shit. PS Please resolve this Dee/Starbuck/Apollo/Sam business. It's also getting tired as hell.

We're going to try yet again to go to Cobblestone Farms tomorrow to reserve our date. I still don't know where we're going to get our cake from. I don't want to spend more than $200 including delivery, and I want about 120 slices. I guess that's a little optimistic, but it must be possible. I guess I'll have to have an average sheet cake instead of a pretty one. H is being a really good sport considering he doesn't care square one about the wedding and is paying for everything.

Ooh, does anybody know where I can get a nice, festive besom for jumping over?

Sopranos on A&E is much better than you think it will be. A lot more chicks in lingerie than I remember, and everybody says "Freakin' this" and "Freakin' that". But it's such a good show that it loses very little in the translation.

Oh, and the new season of ROME kicks every kind of ass.
Last week's ep was terribly depressing though.
I don't think we're ever going to see the Vorena again. ;-[

Brief Update and some thoughts:

Cobblestone Farm was really nice. The kitchen is tiny but it's a cool little place. We're going to have the ceremony on the side porch of this little historical farmhouse. There are even a few animals that hang out there. The inside is huge and had awesome wooden floors. And there is a brides dressing room, which I wasn't sure if I was going to have or not. Plus, we got exactly the date we wanted.


My book contract came in the mail today. All is right with that. I'm feeling really good about the publishing house in general. They're putting out lots of titles and their books are showing up at Borders and B&N stores and on Amazon. That'll make it easier to get book signings arranged, I should think. I'm also trying to collect reviews from authors. So if you're an author and want to review my book for the jacket (actually it'll be the back cover), do let me know.

I'm finally starting to get excited about getting published. Some of the people I thought would be happiest for me were, instead, suspicious and subdued. That kind of ruined the initial experience. I hate that I am so vain about my talent and intellect, and that other's opinions are still so damn important. And I hate feeling so negative. When 98% of people say good things to me, I'm more likely to listen to the 2% who think I suck. Even after all this therapy it's difficult for me to consistently think well of myself.


H and I are seeing Children of Men today. I kinda wanted to see Pan's Labyrinth instead, but whatever.
I'm sure CoM will be good. People are saying great things. I'll likely review it later on since there's no TV tonight because of Bush's yammering.

Children of Men

My review?

The future is going to suck.

But the movies about it are going to be wicked awesome.


H and I give it four and a half out of five smooches (that's our system).