Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

According to Ain't It Cool News here http://www.aintitcool.com/node/37601 MTV has decided that, because obviously the original was neither good enough nor influential enough on pop culture, a remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show is in order.

If you need me, I'll be over in the corner, decrying Hollywood's latent need to "reimagine" everything (and apparent inability to come up with anything original anymore) and putting on my unconventional conventioneer outfit. As far as I'm concerned, there is only one Frank-N-Furter, and Tim Curry be thy name. (Though Anthony Stewart Head in the UK broadway version is a close second.)

Labels: Dammit Janet they're remaking our movie

posted by Phillip at 4:40 AM

 


...that someone, somewhere, is watching The Dark Knight, and it's not you? Needless to say, I have seen the movie and geeked mightily. Although seeing the Watchmen trailer before it almost gave me equal geekage. So now that makes Alan Moore graphic-novels-into-movies for League, From Hell, V For Vendetta and Watchmen. I wonder how long it'll take for Lost Girls to get made into a movie?

(If you haven't found the joke yet, Wikipedia for the win!)

So here we are, me with my pithy rantings and you rolling your eyes since these pithy rantings are all you get for a few weeks' worth of nothing. Many things have happened in the last while, though most of them could be filed under "trivial."

At work, the words "Back To School" have already flooded our stores. I can't help but feel rather peculiar about this, since it doesn't even feel like it's mid-to-late July. Meh, guess I've just been distracted. The last 4-5 days have been spent flipping our store around so the purses are in the back, the backpacks are in the front, and I'm still left in the middle to curse Head Office for giving us too many damned lunch boxes. (The total count has now swollen to 8 luggage-size boxes crammed with assorted lunch boxes.)

At the apartment, I've alternated between watching the first season of X-Files (and marveling at how the grim paranoia from the earlier seasons I enjoyed ended up descending into tongue-in-cheek by the end), as well as dabbling in some attempts to write (currently working on an epitaph-inside-a-fic for Dejana), and walking outside in the rain with Mel and some friends because we "were simply in the mood."

Helpful hint: don't wear baggy shorts and leap into a deep puddle with both feet together. The water has a disturbing tendency to shoot right up into places I'd rather not mention here.

In the kitchen, I recently attempted to make Belgian waffles. Emphasis on 'attempted.' Whatever the final result was, while it was palatable, I think I may have violated some laws of baking. (And somewhere, Jason and Roupen are groaning.) At least it didn't try to eat me after crawling out of the waffle iron. On the other hand, my milkshake skills have vastly improved! Note the inherent lack of milkshake on the cabinets and ceilings this time around.

And in the bedroom...

...oh get yer minds outta the gutter! We have purchase a new bed, that's all. A bigger, happier queen-sized bed. A queen bed that somehow our little shih-tzu can overtake at night and hog all the space. How Shady can do this I'll never know. Anyhoo, the whole buying process ended up taking about 6 months: we bought the frame first, and spend a longer time finding not only a good mattress we both enjoyed, but also one at a good deal. It's not like we had to rush, since our full-size bed still worked just fine. But damn, those Bad Boys sales guys are pushy....

(And fear not. Our full-size is now enjoying a second chance with one of our friends, who graciously offered to pay for the bed.)


Other than that, there's little else for this bit o' nowhere. So here we shall leave you with Today's Lesson: if the clouds look evil and black outside, don't try walking your dog...the ensuing torrential downpour that almost blows your dog across the street is not something I rank high on my Fun List.

Labels: back to school begins, beds are for sleeping not squeaking

posted by Phillip at 5:03 PM