I rented the Lake House last night, to satisfy my burning curiosity-- how could two people have a love affair two years apart? I would come up with scenarios, but ultimately none worked. My problem was that I was limiting myself to reality, which apparently this movie did not feel encumbered by, because the driving plot device behind it was a MAGIC MAILBOX.
At least I didn't spend $8.50 to find that out.
Not exactly the mystery I expected...
Beverly Strikes Again!
Check out this bit from The Bleat, the blog belonging to James Lileks (linked in my Favorite Sites section). He recently took a vacation to Disneyworld, and Epcot also has a Coke sampling area (it's more fun than the one in Vegas, b/c it's self serve and it's FREE):
"I enjoyed the Cokes From Around the World pavilion – a place where you could sample beverages produced by the Coca-Cola Sugar-Water Concern, free of charge. I got to sample Krest, a Mozambique fluid. It was ginger ale, more or less. But ginger ale from Mozambique! Of course, I had to take their word for it. Could have been Root Beer from Bongo Congo for all I knew. They also had something called “Beverly,” an Italian drink with a nasty bitter anise taste, and a Spanish fluid as sweet as the Pope’s tears. The drinks were free. You were gently encouraged to peruse the Coke-themed merch, but to my regret the items for sale lacked any foreign soda logos. Opportunity lost."
Beverly-- universally hated by Americans everywhere.
Two Mews are loads of fun
This was the only picture I could get of the little mew this weekend (we have a name, we think, but I won't announce it until we're certain), because he is so CRAZY I can't get a good one unless he's asleep. He LOVES to play, and is completely fearless. He is also quite the daredevil. Smokey has adjusted beautifully, they play together all day, it's extremely entertaining. The cat tree was well worth it! Nothing's been broken-- yet.
Sublime Sucks
That's right, I hate that band, I've always hated them. I was reminded of how much I hate them when I had to place a call for work, and instead of getting to listen to the phone ring, I had some crap Sublime song inflicted on my eardrums. I have never understood why they were so popular. What is the big attraction? It's gutter pop. The songs often featured crude and vulgar lyrics and glorified drug use (look how great that turned out for them...). Wow, how awesome. Keep it.
On the path to Crazy Cat Ladyhood?
I think not, however, I do now own a leopard print cat tree (it was the only one on sale!). Since my apartment is cozy, this particular piece kind of dominates the living room now, and so it appears that I'm All About Cats. And when Kitten comes home, and does his damage, it's really going to be the Lair of the Cat Lady. Which is fine with Smokey, because he thinks everything is his, anyway.
kitten update
I didn't see my kitten this past weekend (first weekend I haven't visited him), but I am picking him up on Wednesday to bring him home, so, there will be lots of pictures from here on out :) I am preparing to enjoy my last nights of peaceful sleep for quite awhile...
Saturday John and I went to the Twins game w/Jeff and Angie. It was my first game of the season-- unfortunately they did not win, but I had my Dome Dog, so, I can't complain. :)
Kitten at 5 weeks: almost ready to come home...
More pictures of the kitten! He's sooooooo cute and fuzzy! He's starting to run and pounce, it's very cute. We're still undecided on his name, we should probably settle on one sometime soon, though. 
He was yawning, and the picture came out fuzzy. John wanted me to keep it because it kind of looked like he was roaring. Fierce little mew! 
Here he is next to a shoe-- yes, he's really that small! :)
It was hard getting him to hold still, he wanted to run and explore-- here he is about to take off.
Diet Coke is PSYCHIC!
The makers of my beverage of choice, Diet Coke, are starting to frighten me with their anticipation of my every need.
When I desired that Diet Coke be made with Splenda, it suddenly appeared. Recently -ok, last Friday, to be exact- I thought "I should stop drinking so much Diet Coke, it's leaching vitamins from my system" and lo and behold, that very night, what do I find at the store? Diet Coke Plus, with VITAMINS! How did Diet Coke know?
Friday afternoon...time for KITTIES!
I took these last Sunday-- look how much he's grown!
Check out mama Sidney waving for the camera:
Lunchtime!
John says that our kitten looks like Simba in this picture:
A Book Worth Reading:
Exposing the Real Che Guevara: And the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him, by Humberto Fontova. 
The fact that people admire this scumbag is pathetic. He committed atrocities against humanity, and losers wear him on their t-shirts. LOSERS.
Kitties! Part II
I've been meaning to post these pictures of the kittens. One is a boy, one is a girl. John and I are taking the boy. Haven't thought of a name yet.
These were taken when they were a week old (they'll be 3 weeks old this Sunday, I believe).
My little mew's on the one on the right:
New momma Sidney and her nursing babies:
Teeny Tiny
More fuzzy, furry cuteness to come soon!
In other Nerd News...
X-Files creator Chris Carter and writer Frank Spotnitz are said to be working on a script for a second movie. Sweet
And: 
Star Wars postage stamps. You can vote for your fav at http://www.uspsjedimaster.com/main/vote/view_stamps.html
Excellent.
KITTIES!
John and I have been discussing getting a friend for Smokey. The weekend before last we visited the Humane Society and met many nice mews that need homes. It was hard to see all those cats there, and to know that some of them might not find homes. I felt like I might cry the whole time I was there. There were some older cats, 7 or 9 years old, and I wanted to take them all home because I was worried no one else would. However, I don't think Smokey would like living with 12 other cats. Actually, I'm not sure how happy he'll be about one other cat... I wish I could ask him.
I thought a male, around one or two years old, would work out best. But John met a very pretty girl mew, and we considered her for a bit. She was tagged with the most unfortunate moniker: Football. She was far too pretty a kitty to be named Football! I wasn't sure how Smokey would get along with a girl, though. We left the Humane Society without adopting a mew, because we weren't sure yet what kind of cat would be best.
Then this past weekend we were vistitng John's sister Sue, and she asked us if we thought her little kitty Sidney was pregnant. We both said it looked like she was, and that we'd take one if she has a litter. Well, Sue called last night and said "my cat's in labor!" so, in a few weeks, I will have a kitten. I am worried that a kitten may annoy Smokey, or destroy my apartment, but there are already 4 cats living at Sue and Jackie's, so, these kittens will all need homes. I can't help feeling a little guilty about all those mews at the Humane Society, though... :(
You can have my share, I don't want it
This made me laugh:
According to Wcco.com: "No matter what we think about ourselves, we drink more alcohol per capita in Minnesota than almost anywhere in the country."
Essentially, I'm not a drinker. On average, I might have a drink a month. Some months, no drinks at all, other months, maybe a few drinks on a weekend. But on the whole, not a drinker. Neither is John.
So, who's drinking our share to drive up the average?
Financial Wizard
I bet you all think John is the brains of the operation here, especially when it comes to finances, but trust me, I have my moments. Take today, for example. Today I desire Benihana for lunch. However, instead, I'll be eating a .43 cent frozen burrito. That's a savings of about $12 or something like that. Yeah. Who's smart now?
Let them eat pretty cake
I've been having wedding nightmares (which would make more sense if I was actually engaged and planning one, but, whatever). I think it's rather telling that in the worst case scenario my subconscious created, the cake was ugly and the music was bad. That was enough to make me upset. Apparently those are my two main wedding concerns: cake and music. Sounds about right.
BLEEEEEEEARGGGGGGH!!!!
OH.MY.GOD.
I just looked at the amount in taxes coming out of my next check.
I feel like vomiting.
Robbery.
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