Good day, yesterday. Despite chasing the diabetic kitty under the couch and failing to give her the shot, I roamed around the City and found a nice spot to watch the cast of the newest Harry Potter film emerge from the premiere at Radio City.
Robbie Coltrane (Hagrid) was the first to wave at us, followed by Emma (Hermione), and then the bespectacled cutie himself--Daniel (Harry.) The limos zoomed by onto the after-party I presume, and it was fun! I was smart to wait after and not before: there were almost no barriers between the few people around and the cast itself. Rupert (Ron) was nowhere to be found, but my redhead quotient has been filled for some time now. They replayed the red carpet footage on the 10 o'clock news, and I saw him engulfed by a pack of screaming teenage girls. His flaming red tresses have grown quite long. I hope they dress him a bit better in this one. I know the Weasleys have little money, but those tattered pants and sweaters (jumpers as they'd say) are getting tired.
Van Helsing was CRAPTASTIC. It was so bad, it was FABULOUS. Werewolves, Frankenstein, Dracula, and an implausibly tight corset worn by Kate Beckinsale (how do you slay monsters while your rib cage is buckled in?) made this a lovely brainless romp. And Hugh Jackman is just campy and fabulous. There are explosions, shootings, stabbings, ugly villagers, a thousand-year old curse, and some cool weapons that our Wolverine-god puts to great use. It's utterly forgettable the moment you walk out of the theater, the only thing that reminds you you were there is your ticket stub and the taste of popcorn. I can't WAIT to see the sequel.
As for the rest of me, I couldn't sleep last night. My window's been ordered, though. 10 days to the glass installation, then the A/C comes in. Tossed and turned in my own sweat and I'm flumped out today. Like RD says, losing the will to live is just exhausting. 21 vacation days, too, is what I have. That's roughly 3 days a month for the rest of the year. How, kiddies, HOW in hell am I going to schedule this time? I'm still getting circuit orders that weren't sent from last week from our favorite Brat.
I give up. I think I'll let The Same Deep Water as You stream from my RealPlayer. And NOT think of the guido who introduced me to the power of this track.
Feh. I miss Dexter.
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