Wookie, Dookie, Nookie
When you come to my site and see this, yet another entry NOT about my awesomely awesome weekend in LA starring SAJ, with a cameo by Will, soundtrack by maestro iPod, please do not harrumph and throw your hands up in the air all melodramatic-like and sit me down for a lecture on punctuality and resposibility and taking "care" of "things" because let me tell you, while the last few days haven't witnessed many moments of punctuality and responsibilty, there's been a hell of a lot of taking "care" of "things," so please, spare me the tsk tsk tsk and gentle but stern disapproval and instead praise me on the "things" and the "care" and my dedication to the taking of the latter to the former. Okay, now I'm confusing even myself.
Something I wish I had less of this week? People calling me or emailing me (or both) to say something in the neighborhood of "I have something important to tell you but I can't tell you just now and I'm not sure when I'll be able to tell you because I have to get my thoughts in order, but don't be worried because it's totally not a big deal and it's not bad at all, but I want to make sure I say it the right way the first time around so you don't get the wrong idea." Excuse me but HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT GET PARANOID?! Note: If you have a secret, don't tell me you have a secret unless you're going to spill it in the next ten seconds. Because if you don't, what ensues will be an epic battle between the good and evil forces within me, one side wanting to respect your privacy and the other side wanting to pry out not just the secret in question but all of the secrets you've ever had, including the one about the chickens and the waffles and the trip to Tennessee in the middle of the night to meet some dude named Cindy. I can pry it out of you; don't test me.
And speaking of epic battles between good and evil, I saw Star Wars last night at 12:01 and oh, the glorious geekdom, set to music courtesy of DJ iPod Spinmaster Spin. Before the show, there were saber fights, more sith lords than you could shake a wookie at, and a little kid in a Batman suit who should have been told 'no' the second he was old enough to formulate the sentence, "Momma, can I have a suck?"--that being in reference to her boob, which made a none-too-brief appearance right there in front of god and geeks and Yoda. The movie was quite good and if you've seen it already, you should shiver and cringe when I say, "I bet that gravel smarts something awful!"
Anyhoo, did I mention that I got an iPod almost two weeks ago and that it has 60 GB of memory and that it is completely full and that it holds only half of my music collection and when I think about it too much it makes me feel a little sick to my stomach because my god that's a lot of music?
I am here as hostess herself to say, if it don't come spilling forth, don't spill it!!! Forced writing is too much like school. Besides what you have said has already in comments and when you were here was all I needed to know that you weren't totally and completely disgusted by my house or my friends. Besides if were and you wrote about it, all my commenters would come over here and gang up on you. So I'll never know anyway! I say, let sleeping dogs lie.
And I'm also here to say that even though I'm probably not who you are talking about, I'm really sorry I wrote about a secret and then I couldn't tell. I know it's really bad manners. I'm totally regretting it. But you probably weren't referring to me. I'm just self absorbed like that.
Can I get a do-over? There are so many typos in my first comment, I'm embarrrassed.
Do I understand you correctly... you saw a kid, in a batman costume, breastfeeding. Ewe.
Oh SAJ, it's not that the writing isn't spewing forth--I've got a page and a half of notes about the trip, but I just need to get them in order and find the time to upload pictures. It's been a busy busy busy week with very little sleep. (Oooh, intrigue...)
Yeah, Lainey. Ew.
Your 60 GB iPod is full!? ARE YOU SERIOUS!? HOLY CRAP! I've had my 40 GB for 7 months and am not even near 25%. I bow at your feet.
Also, just saw that Star Wars movie. And the gravel? OUCH. But the Ewan? YUM!