More champagne with that strawberry, Lovah?

I’m officially feeling massive. And the fact that I’ve been sitting around in full workout garb for the last 2 hours – no exercise yet completed, time now: 11:58 pm – doesn’t help things. Don’t worry, I’m no Lily Allen just yet, but I’m still torked off that I’m now gonna have to jog TWICE tomorrow to make up for that chips/guac session just completed. I’m also depressed that I just blogged about such a thing

Anyway. I saw “Romeo and Juliet” in Southmoreland Park with the life companion this past Sunday. It could be the first time a movie has ruined a play for me. I’m aware of my damnability in saying this, but I sat there comparing Baz’s brilliant adaptation to the whole production. The play was so outrageously theatrical – the acting seemed so extreme, and none of the scene were played out as they ought to have (in my mind). I didn’t believe any of the romance, and the best lines of the play were wasted. I can’t decide if it was the goodness of the movie or the badness of the play that had such an adverse effect. Maybe it was the May-December gropefest occuring on the towel over that left a bad taste.

Behold:

Repels mosquitoes, ticks, and anyone with dignity. 

Updates

• I got a car, finally. I think people have had greater ease planning wars than I did buying a car.
• I had a great weekend. Saw a great movie, had a great Saturday, went to a great bar, had a great sleep.
• Royals: WTF. On the night we go, you play the most boring game ever, lose 4-0 . The next day you waste the Phillies, winning 18-6?! The only way that could get any better is if you played the Yankees or the Cards.
• I really need a wardrobe update. I packed for Fiji, not work.
• It’s getting warm again. Which means a) more skin, b) more jogging, c) more camping/swimming/boating/running amuck and d)how the heck am I gonna make it through each work day looking out the window?
• I’m going to New York…and I’ll be meeting about 5% of New Zealand’s population there.

Cinq

1. You’re holding a dinner party and can invite three famous people from the past or present; who would they be?
Hmmm, I’d want to a well-balanced mix of people (to accompany the well-balanced nosh). Ewan McGregor, Conan O’Brien, and some old classic Hollywood actor, like 60’s Sean Connery or Jimmy Stewart or the like.

2. You have the opportunity to question someone about something you’ve always wanted to know and receive a truthful answer; what would your question be?
Ask God why we exist (not to be confused with our purpose).

3. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?
The Smoking. I realized today I don’t even like it all that much.

4. If you could save other people’s lives by completing an act that would lead to your own death, would you do it?
The ideal of agape love. And I would, for certain people.
5. Would you commit murder if you knew that you could get away with it?
I’ve watched too much CSI to ever even consider it. Besides, I’m too klutzy for murder.

The Salem Witch flush

I’m thinking some IT genius at work rigged the toilet flusher to play the recorded sound of witches burning alive when pressed. It’s really, really, ridiculously entertaining.