So we watched Shrek last night (thanks chibi!) and rocked the house. Literally. The subwoofer was so loud I’m surprised the neighbors tolerated it! We also rocked the house with our laughter . . . what an incredibly hilarious film. And to think, almost no one in this country has seen it yet, especially on a screen that size =)
The projector really made Notting Hill come to life last week, so vividly that I couldn’t help but get choked up. It’s a surprisingly witty (yay, British humor!) and thoughtful film, uplifting for myself and the gf. I don’t think I’ve snuggled that closely after a film in my life. Yummy warm fuzzysnuggles! (The bathroom’s on the right if you need to puke now.)
On the train this morning: A guy wearing a brown backpack that has “Fresh” written on its outside pocket in big white letters, over a background of the word “nymphomaniac” tiled in orange. WTF?
Joan’s Rule of Order #1: Never fry while naked.