I guess I was suppose to remember why I wanted to post. Hrm.

::waves:: Hi Amreet! Kinda lost your email and I haven't heard from you in a while.

In an hour or so I have to head over to my lil cousin's birthday party (he's 10 and he's still under 4ft; either he's not drinking his milk or he'll grow to be a giant later) instead of the gallery opening at the antique store downtown. Tch.

What's worse is all the attention I know that I'll attract. Guess I better bring my nightstick to ward off grandmas and other relatives with pinchy fingers.

Listening. To. Too. Much. Ash. It's been a non-stop Ash marathon with my CD player since 2am and now that I'm on the computer I have access to their other three CD's plus their numerous acoustic and live songs.

::switches playlist to Holcombe Waller:: Bingo.

The British really are the only ones who can pull off a Catholic sitcom. Father Ted is effing hilarious, but it follows many other sitcoms: one responsible, "normal" person (Fr. Ted), someone completely off his gourd (Fr... someone, let's say Mark), and someone so completely unlikeable that they're... likable (Fr. John).

Scenario: Fr. Ted's making a dubious phone call to a TV crew who wants to interview him, but he doesn't want anyone else to know so he's behind a curtain talking on the phone. Meanwhile Fr. Mark is moving a statue of Mary outside, and decides to make it "hover" just behind Fr. Ted.

Fr. Ted: ...yes, I'll be about to meet you. See you then. ::click::
Turns around and sees the statue
Fr. Ted: Holy Mary Mother of God!! ::faints::

... either a) you have to have the Catholic upbringing to appreciate it or b) like Shakespeare it's better performed than read.

Uh huh. Well, you can tell I've been playing around with the Sharpies again.