Well, tomorrow is my day off. I don't have to wake up, so I'm lounging about, and what am I doing with this rare night? I'm sitting in bed, all alone, drinking an iced cappuccino and eating TimBits. The bits of coconut are falling off of them and into my bed, but I'm still doing it anyways.
I've been reading the Watchmen comics in preparation for the movie. When I saw the trailer, and thought it rocked, and didn't know anything about it, I knew smething had to be done. So I downloaded al the volumes, and a cool program for reading them. I really really like it. I've also been reading a Starman Omnibus comic that my housemate Andrew left lying around the living room. Sorry if you've been looking for it, Andrew; it's been in my bed. :-[
Aw, I already posted teh trailer for Watchmen.
I have a strange and strong sympathy for worms. I've been meaning to post about this for a while. You know how when it rains, all teh worms come up to avoid drowning? So when you're walking along a sidewalk, you see lots of little worms crawling for their life to higher ground? Well, I feel really bad for these worms. They're most familiar with the dirt, and when they come up to try and save themselves, what do they discover but this big piece of concrete/blacktop that seems to stretch for eternity. So they crawl, and they crawl, and most likely they're stepped on or driven over or they don't make it across before it's the next day, and it's sunny, and they're fried to wormy bits on the baking hot asphalt. Poor worms!!
So whenever I'm walking along in the rain, and I see a worm slowly slugging his way away from the water, I reach down, pick him up, and plop him on a bit of high ground in the grass. One day, though, I was walking about a flight of stairs outside my dorm, and there are about forty steps or so. I saw a little worm, and moved him off and onto a nice high patch of grass, saw another one, and moved him, too. After I'd done this for about seven worms without proceeding another step, I actually looked around me, and saw that there were hundreds of worms all over the steps. I was so sad, and realized I couldn't move them all, and had to walk on, trying to not step on them. But I felt frustrated that I couldn't get everyone else to not step on them, and pay attention to where they're walking. Too many people don't look down when they're walking to make sure that they're not stepping on the poor worms.
Well, I bought a bike. A beautiful bike. But I won't unveil it with pictures until I can get the seat lowered.
The third play opened this last week, Gaslight. It was the most costume intensive, since it's period, so poor Erin and Paula were sewing like dervishes, and I was just stitching on button after button after button. And snaps and hook and eyes and all that fun stuff. I actually got a nice little blister on the side of my first finger from where I grip the needle.
Well, yep, that's about it.
