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[serinde]

Overbrewed tea. Yuck. That's what I get for snarfing someone else's tea bags.

Last night: sweh and I had dinner with Beth and her new boyfriend, who has just relocated here from Denver. I think he'll do well. He gets all our jokes, and he arrived with his own copy of Gother Than Thou, which shows the proper spirit. Then went back to the apartment and snuggled and watched movie with big explosions. So yes, okay, fine, "The Rock" is a Bruckheimer film, but Nicolas Cage + Sean Connery is enough to save anything. Unlike my mother and sister, I do not think Sean Connery is a sex god, but he does have enough Presence for any three ordinary mortals. (Nic Cage is not as who should say a sex god, but he does give me that feeling that mangosteen labeled "glaaaaah!".)

gaim is still upgefucked for me. Brian got here fairly late yesterday and was up to his ass in work, so I didn't pester him with my little problems. It's driving me seriously batshit, though.

Steve is off to Buffalo tomorrow for his mom's angioplasty procedure--if they actually bloody well do it this time, which they better. I shall attempt to do our taxes all by myself while he's gone. Pray for me, O pray for me. Bad movies and alcohol on Saturday night will be my reward.

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[sweh.livejournal.com]

And a film where Connery plays a 60year old SAS captain (ret) and kicks Seal and Marine butt can't be all bad :-)

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

Yes--it really is a pity Steve won't let you play an SAS guy in Delta Green, because then you could make both the SEAL guy and the Delta Force guy shut their pie holes. ;)