purrrrrrrr

Man. LotR is such a man-fest.

Finished watching the extended movie (fabulous, of course) and am now finishing up the 4th disc, containing the last of the appendices. I love the interviews. It just compounds my love for these characters. I want to hug them all and personally thank them for being so fucking amazing. I don't want the interviews to end. I want them to go on for days and days.

The detailed, awe-inspiring work devoted to this film makes me feel like such an incredible ...sac of lethargy. How amazing to be part of something so huge. I don't care if it doesn't ...I don't know, bring peace to the middle east or bring up the literacy rate. It's just phenomenal. While it's true that I'm a complete sap anyway, this movie just really uplifts me and makes me want to run around doing good deeds or ...carving intricate celtic design thingies into some guest soaps or something. Erm.

And Sean Bean! Oh Sean Bean how we've missed you!! Ahhh!! I can't believe they cut this scene from the original movie, it's bloody fantastic. I wish Sean Bean'd played a different role so he could have been in all three movies, but I don't know which one. The man is so adorable.

So yes, my dream orgy would have way too many men to be practical. But currently on the obsession list, in no particular order:

Clive Owen, Colin Firth, Viggo Mortensen, Karl Urban and darling darling Sean Bean, Also Hugh Jackman and Anthony Stewart Head (a rekindled romance since Sarah's started--FINALLY--watching Buffy).

I'd also like to share that I have a mild obsession with Karl Urban's teeth. They're so strong and powerful and straight and white and I want him to bite me. And I best be off before I get too graphic here.

But, see? It's perfect. A man for every day of the week Ah, if wishing made it so.

Anyhow. Some song lyrics about my basic randiness:

I like to have a man for breakfast each day.
I'm very social and I like it that way.
By late mid-morning I need something to munch.
So I ask over two men for lunch.
And men are mad about my afternoon teas..
They're quite informal I just do it to please.
Those triple sandwiches are my favorite ones.
I'm also very partial to buns!

--Bring on the Men from Jekyll & Hyde

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When I promise people to meet them for breakfast, I need to remember that going to bed at 3am will not help me in the morning.

So I've stepped out of the shower to realize that my favorite jeans are in the wash. Wah! I need more clothes. I need to fake my way onto What Not To Wear. $5K would be very exciting.

Though it's kind of exciting to be up "early" on a weekend. Off to Coastal Kitchen, and then more LotR fun at Judy's. Then U Village to meet Debbie.

At least I won't be bored today.

THOUGH. I absolutely have to start the web-draft-thingie for TC400. Tonight. *stern look*

used bookstores rock

So today was nice. Met everyone for breakfast. Though it was a little weird. Ellie and Jeff just got married, Judy and John have been married forever and Gigi is getting married next month. I felt like Bridget at the Smug Marrieds Party. Happily without Cosmo or Woney.

Afterwards went to Judy's to watch a bit of LotR (Director's Commentary) until she fell asleep and then I set out for U Village, where freaking B&N didn't have a copy of John Irving's Hotel New Hampshire. Bugger.

So after touching base with a concerned Debbie ("There're only two weeks left!"), I set out to explore some used bookstores. The second one, Couth Buzzard on Greenwood/72nd (recommended by the wonderful lady at Vandewater Books on N 45th) was a hit--paperback only $2! Having left my damn cash at home, I had to buy a second book to reach the minimum charge rate, so bought the first of the Lillian Jackson Braun "The Cat Who..." series. This one is The Cat Who Could Read Backwards.

I also bought, at B&N, The Girl With The Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier and I Don't Know How She Does It by Allison Pearson. You know, I've been shopping at Amazon for so long, it always shocks the pants off of me how expensive paperbacks have become. I'm still stuck in a happy mental place where paperbacks cost $5.95. When the fuck did they all become plus-$13? I was returning a hardback book and really shouldn't have bought the other books as I ended up paying a bit extra even with the return. Gah!

Ugh and now my coffee's gone cold. Ick.

I really should work on my assignment for Tuesday. But I reallyreallyreally don't want to. And really, Hobbes doesn't want me to, either. He wants me to cuddle up with him and my new books. It's important to um be there for your pets. And acknowledge their needs.

Rationalization, it's my very own special gift.

hello testing, 1, 2, 3

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