Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Caspian

Just went to see Prince Caspian at the Glen Art this past Sunday (yep, it's still there!*)
It was visually entertaining, the plot wasn't bad**, Lucy is still far less annoying than in the old British version (did anyone else want to give that Lucy a good smack?), the music was lovely, yadda yadda --
then what is the name of all that is furry was up with the music at the end?!? It's a period/fantasy film, people! Contemporary pop does not belong anywhere near there! If you must, put it at the end of the credits, when most people have left the theater! Not when there are still talking lions and girls in fancy medieval-style dresses still on the screen!

Five bucks says Miley Cyrus is in the third movie.











* There is also now a sign at their concession stand that says:
All our popcorn
is made with
CHOLESTEROL.
FREE oil!

Monday, June 16, 2008

Not for Boys

Ladies, I have found the Wave of the Future. It will save tons of money in the long run, and is way less hassle than anything else out there. This is personal testimony.

Just, ah ... get a pot at a thrift store to sterilize it.

Monday, June 09, 2008

New Blog

For all you moms out there (you know who you are), I would like to introduce you to my friend, Liz. The link to her blog is right there at the top ... see? She's an amazing person (an MA and 3 kids under 5! Jordana, any of that sound vaguely familiar?), plus she makes fabulous baby slings. She uses primarily batik fabric, all of it 100% cotton.

Anyway, stop by her blog, say hi, and give the lady some book recommendations! (Yay! A reader!)

Monday, June 02, 2008

Not Good

Something Terrible has happened in the last few years:

I've begun to appreciate cute shoes.

I could blame Michael, who rented me "In Her Shoes" a few years ago when I was sick. I could blame Jennifer Weiner, who wrote the book upon which the movie was based. But I think I should place the blame squarely on the actual culprit:

Estrogen.

Fortunately for everyone, I have a job that requires sneakers. But rest assured, Wes' wedding (if I get an invite) will require New Shoes. And I will have lots of fun shopping for them.