shit, how'd it get to be thursday already? no complaints, because tomorrow's friday and who doesn't love that except for fascists who can't get enough of working?

return of the king was totally sweet and i am ever so thankful that i had the good sense to clap both hands over my mouth to stifle the giggles trying to bust out towards the end, cuz i'm sure more than a few in the theater would've had my head on a platter for it... i'm not gonna ruin anything for you storywise, but when you look at the shire, think about the set for the teletubbies. exact replica. minus the rabbits. bite my butt.

this weekend will be full of stuff, i'm sure. for starters there's the taped new year's episode of the oc to watch. and then there's...

um...

hm...

what's going on again?

what's that you say?

jack squat?

it's really not that bad. live show friday night, visit with the grands saturday, possible madison shenanigans, probable hangover, definite house-eggings. unless asshole-hippie-pant-painter will be in attendance, in which case i'm boycotting to work on knitting underwear for children in bolivia.

oh and the other night i was reading the rolling stone with the supposed 500 best albums ever and i'm sorry, i just can't get behind a list that didn't have the "alvin and the chipmunks christmas" anywhere on it.