I’m not usually a fan of gangster movies (especially ones that star P.Diddy), but Roger Ebert makes Made sound pretty damn good. Oh, and anything that gets Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn back onscreen together is a good thing.
We’re going to Vegas baby! They’re gonna give Daddy the Rain Man suite! VEGAS!
I’m sorry that the quantity/quality of my blogging has slacked off so much in the last week or so. Alas, another site has my full attention at the moment. Things should get back to normal next week.
My housemate Nick just sent me an e-mail after visiting this site.
You don’t look like this anymore Kris… So I made this one for you.
Cheeky bugger. Actually he didn’t do too bad of a job. It really is that red. (Well, maybe a little darker.) It’s still straight though, as opposed to the “scribble-tastic” look he’s given me.
An unplanned pregnancy…
No way! Not me. (Had you going there, didn’t I?) It was my Sim. It was very disturbing. Some background: I discovered with some of my other Sim families that babies majorly suck. They stay infants for three days, during which you have to feed, play, and sing to them constantly. You have to rotate as well, or else the person that stays home the whole time inevitably gets fired from their job. If all goes well, the brat finally turns into a kid. (Kids are a headache themselves, but at least they can function on their own.) So anyway, with “our” household I was always careful to say “No” whenever that “Do you want a baby?” alert popped up. The Netdecisions family (Sim Kris, Snookums, Nick, and Alex) have way too much going on to tend to a child. So yesterday I was showing off the game to my sister and she wanted to see the infamous vibrating love bed. I grabbed the nearest couple (myself and Snookums), and they got biz-zay. I got quite the shock afterwards though, when a bassinette suddenly appeared. How distressing. What with my career as a SWAT team leader and Snookums’s job as a medical researcher, we had no time to raise a kid. I made the difficult decision to leave the little tyke home all the next day, after which Social Services appeared to take it away. Yeah, it was harsh, but that’s the beauty of the game, right? Now if only they’d introduce some contraception into an expansion pack…
I went! Really, I did. I even dragged my sister along. But we got there early and Hyde Park was full of people camping on the grass for that night’s Andrea Bocelli concert. We didn’t know where to start looking. We sat under a tree and ate our Pret sandwiches while keeping watch for weblogger type people, but we couldn’t seem to spot anybody. Every time I saw a promising group, it turned out to be a student tour or a congregation of conspiracy theorists. We eventually had to leave to meet up with Snookums and Ferret for a movie, so my “society of bloggers” expectations were left unsatisfied. Where was everybody?
So I think I might go to the ukbloggers party in the park tomorrow. If you’re there, look for me. I’ll be the one with the bright red hair (recently re-dyed) and possibly wearing white roller skates.
New Photos!
I was digging through some of my old site backups this morning and found an unexpected relic: pictures and commentary from a wedding I went to with my college friends in 1999. It was for two Domers, Paul Brenner and Elly Terrell. I’ve put them up for your enjoyment. They’re pretty funny… especially that one on the right. Can you figure out what’s so very wrong with that picture? (You probably won’t guess unless you’ve met me.)
Nice comment on terms of endearment over at not.so.soft. I’ve been known to, uh, call somebody “pork pie”. That’s not very sweet, is it? Rather mustard-y, in fact. (What can I say? He likes ’em.)
Brigita (who, by the way, has a kickin’ new design) and I have been having a discussion recently at her site about It’s a Wonderful Life. She found a great page of info about the famous “telephone scene”, where George finally kisses Mary. *swoon* Just thought I’d share.
