Quite the Julia Child I am, if I do say so myself. Left the Robin’s Nest to go to the grocery store and get stuff to make homemade pasta salad for the 3rd floor potluck tomorrow. And, thank god, it doesn’t look terrible enough to be on The Uglee Chef. (That was an idea for a cooking show me and my brother came up with a few years ago. Everything would look really terrible but taste delicious.) It’s possible that there’s hope for my cooking skills (or lack thereof.)

Went and saw Daredevil today and decided that some day years and years from now, when I get over the idea of having an alien-type being living in my stomach and parasiting off of my food and blood and everything for nine months, and I have kids, one of them will be named Electric Nachos. Or Superfly. I’d like to think that since the kid would share my dna and some character traits she’d think that was pretty sweet. I also decided that even though it was a fun movie my initial reaction to ben affleck as a superhero was right. He ain’t so super, even if he was blind.

And after talking about Kat's job on the new X-Men flick, I went and read her blog to make sure I didn't make anything up. She does indeed change Rebecca Romaine Lettuce's eye color for a living. And that rocks the house all night long.

And I do think I lost my "Travels With Charlie" story. That makes me very angree. You know what happens when I get angree.

And it’s late. I’m not allowing myself to write any more because I should be in bed sleeping and having fucked up dreams. Power to the blind peoples! Rise up against your two-eyed oppressors!