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Jun. 20th, 2003
Comic Books and Icicles . . .
Jun. 20th, 2003 01:57 amMovie Night tonight was me, the Spouse, EW and the annoying M, DG, and a very late PB. DM and AH ditched on us (at least DM called to let us know he was ditching; heard nothing from AH at all). I'm not entirely clear whether he understands exactly how much he's jerking me around doing this; if he does, I'm displeased, and I'd like to know whether it's deliberate, and if not, he's displaying a somewhat irritating amount of flakitude.
I baked a batch of double-cocoa Cocoa Pinks for Movie Night. Those went over well. If DM calls tomorrow, I'll taunt him with having missed chocolate; that should show him up well enough, ne? (Of course, I saved some for him. What do I look like, a sadist?) I'd forgotten how easy those actually are to make; the only problem is that they use up three bowls. Next week, I think I'll do butterscotch brownie bars.
We finished Read or Die, which was a rather cute bit of action-fluff. Poor DG now has only seen the end, and PB hasn't seen the finale. Ah, well.
The main attraction was The Ice Storm. Ah, the creepiest Pretty you've ever seen - underage Elijah Wood and Christina Ricci making out in an empty swimming pool. Unfortunately, no one else felt like sitting about discussing the moral focus of the movie - the Spouse gave it a try, but he's not really into that sort of deep literary analysis of a film. DG, who I think out of that crowd was my best shot at the kind of conversation I was after, just went home after the film. Not that I don't miss him at other times, but it's these sorts of situations where I most acutely miss JG . . .
. . . and it irritates me no end that I know both AH and DM are capable of at least having that particular kind of conversation about a movie. So their ditching deprives me not only of DM's company, but also a large part of my reason for wanting it shown.
Arrrrgggghhh.
And, if I call him tomorrow, I'm getting very, very close to my Scary Stalker Bitch From Hell quotient for the week.
I baked a batch of double-cocoa Cocoa Pinks for Movie Night. Those went over well. If DM calls tomorrow, I'll taunt him with having missed chocolate; that should show him up well enough, ne? (Of course, I saved some for him. What do I look like, a sadist?) I'd forgotten how easy those actually are to make; the only problem is that they use up three bowls. Next week, I think I'll do butterscotch brownie bars.
We finished Read or Die, which was a rather cute bit of action-fluff. Poor DG now has only seen the end, and PB hasn't seen the finale. Ah, well.
The main attraction was The Ice Storm. Ah, the creepiest Pretty you've ever seen - underage Elijah Wood and Christina Ricci making out in an empty swimming pool. Unfortunately, no one else felt like sitting about discussing the moral focus of the movie - the Spouse gave it a try, but he's not really into that sort of deep literary analysis of a film. DG, who I think out of that crowd was my best shot at the kind of conversation I was after, just went home after the film. Not that I don't miss him at other times, but it's these sorts of situations where I most acutely miss JG . . .
. . . and it irritates me no end that I know both AH and DM are capable of at least having that particular kind of conversation about a movie. So their ditching deprives me not only of DM's company, but also a large part of my reason for wanting it shown.
Arrrrgggghhh.
And, if I call him tomorrow, I'm getting very, very close to my Scary Stalker Bitch From Hell quotient for the week.
Comic Books and Icicles . . .
Jun. 20th, 2003 01:57 amMovie Night tonight was me, the Spouse, EW and the annoying M, DG, and a very late PB. DM and AH ditched on us (at least DM called to let us know he was ditching; heard nothing from AH at all). I'm not entirely clear whether he understands exactly how much he's jerking me around doing this; if he does, I'm displeased, and I'd like to know whether it's deliberate, and if not, he's displaying a somewhat irritating amount of flakitude.
I baked a batch of double-cocoa Cocoa Pinks for Movie Night. Those went over well. If DM calls tomorrow, I'll taunt him with having missed chocolate; that should show him up well enough, ne? (Of course, I saved some for him. What do I look like, a sadist?) I'd forgotten how easy those actually are to make; the only problem is that they use up three bowls. Next week, I think I'll do butterscotch brownie bars.
We finished Read or Die, which was a rather cute bit of action-fluff. Poor DG now has only seen the end, and PB hasn't seen the finale. Ah, well.
The main attraction was The Ice Storm. Ah, the creepiest Pretty you've ever seen - underage Elijah Wood and Christina Ricci making out in an empty swimming pool. Unfortunately, no one else felt like sitting about discussing the moral focus of the movie - the Spouse gave it a try, but he's not really into that sort of deep literary analysis of a film. DG, who I think out of that crowd was my best shot at the kind of conversation I was after, just went home after the film. Not that I don't miss him at other times, but it's these sorts of situations where I most acutely miss JG . . .
. . . and it irritates me no end that I know both AH and DM are capable of at least having that particular kind of conversation about a movie. So their ditching deprives me not only of DM's company, but also a large part of my reason for wanting it shown.
Arrrrgggghhh.
And, if I call him tomorrow, I'm getting very, very close to my Scary Stalker Bitch From Hell quotient for the week.
I baked a batch of double-cocoa Cocoa Pinks for Movie Night. Those went over well. If DM calls tomorrow, I'll taunt him with having missed chocolate; that should show him up well enough, ne? (Of course, I saved some for him. What do I look like, a sadist?) I'd forgotten how easy those actually are to make; the only problem is that they use up three bowls. Next week, I think I'll do butterscotch brownie bars.
We finished Read or Die, which was a rather cute bit of action-fluff. Poor DG now has only seen the end, and PB hasn't seen the finale. Ah, well.
The main attraction was The Ice Storm. Ah, the creepiest Pretty you've ever seen - underage Elijah Wood and Christina Ricci making out in an empty swimming pool. Unfortunately, no one else felt like sitting about discussing the moral focus of the movie - the Spouse gave it a try, but he's not really into that sort of deep literary analysis of a film. DG, who I think out of that crowd was my best shot at the kind of conversation I was after, just went home after the film. Not that I don't miss him at other times, but it's these sorts of situations where I most acutely miss JG . . .
. . . and it irritates me no end that I know both AH and DM are capable of at least having that particular kind of conversation about a movie. So their ditching deprives me not only of DM's company, but also a large part of my reason for wanting it shown.
Arrrrgggghhh.
And, if I call him tomorrow, I'm getting very, very close to my Scary Stalker Bitch From Hell quotient for the week.