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Scary-Ass Lesson O’ The Day: Cockroaches can fly! I never knew that.

I seem to be getting a lot more hits for the Simpsons Valentine this year than previously. It’s still available if you want to tell your honey that you “Choo-Choo-Choose” them!

“If there were no children on this Earth, if someone announced all kids were dead, I would jump off the balcony immediately.”

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Michael Jackson needs a good PR person to tell him to stop talking about children whenever he gets interviewed. And before the psycho Michael defenders get all up in arms, I didn’t say anything bad about him, just that the fact that his name and “kids” keep getting linked in the media repeatedly isn’t good. You know, what with him being an accused pedophile and all.

Later: Okay, we just watched “Living with Michael Jackson”, the big special interview he did that’s airing in, like, every country this week. I actually found myself feeling sorry for him at times. Of course, he’s still a complete nutjob. He’s clearly got some body dysmorphic disorder going on. And what was up with his special climbing tree? It had steps! “He’s a cheating bastard,” said the Snook. I had to agree.

Bored at work? Want to give the impression that you’re slaving away? Check out these stereograms (also known as “Magic Eye” pictures). Everyone will think you’re concentrating on some super-difficult problem when really you’re just trying to see the one with the 3-D boobies. (Yes, they’re really in there. No, I won’t tell you which one.)

Oh my god. It’s finally over. The addiction can finally end. Free at last!

Chicago was excellent. I’ve had the musical soundtrack for years and I finally saw the show while we were in London. I honestly didn’t see how they were going to translate it to film. When I first saw the trailers, I thought that the introduction of, like, “plot” and “setting” was really going to bother me. In fact, it was great. The re-imagining of the musical numbers as Roxie’s fantasies really worked. True, it meant they had to cut a couple of songs, but the only one I really missed was “Class”. (Though Amos’s number was sort of a cheat, since the impression it gave of him was more his own than Roxie’s, right?) I was all set to be annoyed that Mary Sunshine wasn’t a drag queen, but then I remembered that I never really liked that number anyway and Christine Baranski is always a good thing. In terms of the leads, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Renee Zellweger were amazing. (Some of you know how much it pains me to say that, given that historically Zellweger has been, well, my nemesis.) Their dancing, singing, and acting were all wonderful. Richard Gere… not so much. I didn’t like the “shoeshine boy meets the full monty” thing they did with his first number. Granted, they probably just wanted to save his razzle dazzle stuff til the big finale, but I always imagined him as a real slick James Brolin type. Not a dorky grinning Richard Gere. *shrug* Other plusses: John C. Reilly is a god. Queen Latifah kicked some serious ass. And the dancing, which I expected to suck having seen Anne Reinking’s choreography for the revival, was actually really good and seemed like a homage without being a total ripoff.

In short, I went in expecting to complain. Instead I came out raving. This is, like, Moulin Rouge good. Oh, and I felt really cool for correctly spotting “Mya” as one of Cell Block Tango girls. 🙂

I just realized that it’s Groundhog Day here. If Punxatawney Phil were in my backyard, he’d definitely be seein’ his shadow.

Man. Reagan’s “slip the surly bonds of Earth” and “touch the face of God” speech always makes me cry.

When you live in Australia, everything elsewhere in the world happens while you’re asleep. I woke up this morning and switched on my computer to discover that the Space Shuttle had disintegrated, killing all the astronauts. How awful. I was at Kennedy Space Center in 2000 to see the shuttle land. The most amazing part was how un-excited everybody seemed. It was like the act of leaving and returning the Earth had become somehow routine. I also remember when the Challenger blew up in ’86. Much like Punky Brewster, my dream had been to be an astronaut and my courage was shaken by the disaster. I just hope this doesn’t lead to a cessation of the current space program. (The Snook’s reaction this morning: “Damn. Guess we won’t see them go to Mars in our lifetime.”)

Friday Five:

1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?
Much like every other girl of my generation, I had Wonder Woman Underoos. Why? Because she kicked ass and looked pretty!

2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?
A Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine.

3. What’s the furthest from home you’ve been?
At this very moment, I am 9,438 miles from home. London was only a third of that distance. This is definitely the farthest.

4. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t yet?
Korean. I’ve got the books, I’ve got the CD… I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Today we’re going to see Chicago (the movie) with our friend Steve. I’d also like to go to the gym, clean up the house, and finish my dad’s birthday present.