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Weekend Blathering Coming up with journal entry titles is a bitch. I mean, really. If you want to talk about a whole bunch of random stuff, you have to always call it something like "Randomness" or "Brain Dump" or "Melange" (which, let's face it, I've overused) or "So This Is Wednesday" or something else lame, lame, lame. Someday, when I switch to Moveable Type - which will never happen because while someone lovely offered to set it up for me two months ago, I haven't gotten off my cyberass and sent her all the proper information - I will never use titles again. Just dates. (Why is it always the little things that get left behind for no good reason? Because, you know, sending an email is hard.) So, this entry is all about my weekend, and I guess I could have called it that, but...oh well. Friday night Greg and I had a fancy-schmancy dinner out with two friends at a sort of Italiany tapas/wine bar place and oh was it good. Highlights were my flight of wine, a scallop and leek dish, and the dessert sampler, which included a chocolate olive oil cake on a pool of orange-basil sauce. Doesn't sound so desserty, but it was divine and rich. I am so tired right now. I had a sleepover at Steve's last night, the two of us and Jen, and we stayed up til 1 eating pasta and chocolate fondue (not together, natch) and drinking alcopop and wine (again, not together) and watching Trading Spaces and the rerun of the Jennifer Garner Saturday Night Live (which just isn't funny anymore, although I did enjoy the Walmart skit - I know!). And then I wasn't entirely sleepy so I stayed up almost another hour reading The Best Democracy Money Can Buy because I found it on the back of Steve's toilet and it was so engrossingly horrifying I couldn't put it down (the part that had me transfixed was an in-depth story on how the 2000 election was "won" and I seriously thought I couldn't be any more disgusted with the whole thing than I was before I read it - boy, was I wrong). Had I known Steve and Jen, teachers both, would wake at the inhuman weekend hour of 6:30, I would have saved my reading for today. So here I sit at 10:36, completely wasted, because I had less than five hours of sleep. Woo! After leaving Steve's in the late morning I stopped at my mom's, stopped by the mall for lunch, and made my way home in the rain. Greg and I went to two Borders to take advantage of their 25% off weekend for teachers and professors. I bought Getting Over Jack Wagner and this pregnancy book (no, I'm not pregnant; no, there are no current plans), and Anne of Green Gables (the Canadian miniseries starring Megan Follows - the first one) on DVD. After we came home Greg worked on the edits for his latest law review article and I watched The It Factor from last week (I really, really can't stand Sara, and if I were Danny, I'd have moved too; I'm not surprised Jennifer hasn't been on for weeks; I think Krystal's adorable; Jeremy creeps me out; I love Maria) and several episodes of Days of Our Lives - well, the ones that weren't cancelled for war coverage. A moment's pause. You know what? We get it. We're getting our war on. I don't really need to come home to TiVod hours of Katie Couric, for God's sake, sitting safely in her little studio, talking to people in Baghdad who are showing us staticy, night-vision shots of what look like bomb explosions. This is news? Unclear shots of not much, lots of maps to show where the troops are, and constant reassurances that no, really, we planned it this way? Pamie's going to need to break up her page soon. Don't get me wrong - of course I understand war coverage, and I'm only a little serious about it not edging me out of my mindless, guilty pleasure soap opera - but until it gets more unbiased, until it starts really showing what the hell's going on, I'm going to stick to reading the UK papers and sites like Salon online and keep the TV and radio off the majority of the time. NPR and CNN have been getting a little better the last couple of days, so I am hopeful that maybe we might start getting the kind of coverage the rest of the world is getting. The complete coverage. We're grownups, we can take it, and it's our fucking war, so we should be shown exactly what we're doing over there. We can choose to watch it or not - but the option should be there. And if I had an option, I'd opt to watch Cassie pass out on the floor of the Brady pub, thankyouverymuch. Anyway. That was totally unplanned! Oops. Breathe. So I watched TiVod stuff and then I watched some of Anne, fast forwarding to my favorite parts and watching the incredibly lame deleted scenes and the even lamer "documentary" filmed for CBC. The documentary they filmed for PBS way back when was wonderful but wasn't on there, but then, Anne fans all know Kevin Sullivan is an idiot. Between the appallingly horrible third miniseries the betrayed everything Anne the character ever was and the animated series which is simply awful, he has destroyed the good feelings many, many, many people had about him. The first miniseries and part of the second, however, remain wonderful, and that is due in large part to Megan Follows' performance as Anne. And then we watched Alias and ate pizza and now it is 11:12, and boy, have I been up for a long time. Thus ends this ramble.
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